OC Aesthetics for the Entities (Magnus Archives)

I'm not sure how much new Spooky Month content I'll be doing this year, I'm pretty tapped out at the moment, but I have had this for a while (created by @sagamemes) and it's pretty spooky, so I figured I'd do it for the start of the spooky season \o/

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies, @turbo-virgins, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @cassietrn, @unholymilf, @strafethesesinners, @paganminiskirt, @henbased, @deputyash, @roofgeese, @fourlittleseedlings, @josephslittledeputy, @jillvalentinesday, @corvosattano and @voidika to do it too - ONLY if you want to <3

aesthetics for the entities.      bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here.  this is based on a horror podcast;  potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Deputy Morgan Malone (FC5 OC)

i.  THE BURIED.          weighted blankets.   drowning.   the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots.   letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool.   walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little.   dragging the last second before you have to inhale.   lonely subways.   feeling like one with the earth.   a layer of dirt on you.   looking for something below.  cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts.   hands calloused from digging.  knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you.   a storm drowning you out.  dust & sand speaking to you.

ii.  THE CORRUPTION.          insects.  a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans.   an untreated wound.  containment.   breaching containment.   unbreathable air.   fungi.   one with that you love.   one with what loves you.   a corpse unfit for a glass case.  hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs.  honeycomb patterns.   an ecosystem within a person.  a curse passed on.  the hubris of a scientist.  an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief.  parasites.  something pushing up the sewer.  a mask to keep something out.   trypophobia.  knowing you belong.  death weeks after impact.  fever. food that’s gone off.   pandora’s box.   death behind a glass.

iii.  THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves.   the feel of cold marble.   a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see.  hiding under a blanket.  white,  clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night.  time before light was created.   a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to.  withering plants.  a world without a sun.  footfalls in an empty house in the night.  a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should.  desperate reach for a flashlight.  clothes that hide your shape.   staying unperceivable.   winter months in the north.   an empty church.

iv.  THE DESOLATION. senseless pain.  warmth of faith. wax where skin should be.   a blazing fire.   heat without a source.   the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for,  gone so soon.  the smell of gasoline.   touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood.  inescapably warm air.  a child born in fire.  death of a loved one.  a candle without a flame.  an altar in the middle of the woods.  animals with burnt fur.   plastic explosives. burning hot metal.  sweating in an interrogation room.  never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you.  the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer.  the agony of hellfire displayed as art.  auburn hair.  little clothing in cold weather.  a ripple in the air.  trying to cool down in vain.

v.  THE FLESH. body horror.   factories.   a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone.   long nights working out.   more than one heart.   appearance that shapes like clay.   a bag of bones.   bone broth in a pot.   knowing to fear pigs.   the butcher’s shop.   plastic surgery.  something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only.  teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you.   cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi.  THE END.          the last page of a book.  nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares.   a skeletal hand.   the grip of the grim reaper around your throat.   existential pain.   ivory dice.  flatlining in a hospital.  gambling with death.  as old as the universe.  soul & spirit tied to an object.  a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one.  knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it.   a thousand cords tugging you towards your end.  skin that’s freezing to the touch.   an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness.  watching your own burial.   causing your own burial.  the smell of death.  numbness to fear.  words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe.  multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii.  THE EYE.          googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments.  the unforgiving lens of a camera.   witness reports.   hidden libraries.   eyes of different colors.   feeling of being watched.  a death recorded in tape.   a tragedy you can’t look away from.   endangering yourself for knowledge.   truth.   analog records.   a symbol of an eye.   a watch tower.   compulsion to document.   turning on recording devices without thinking about it.   saving the evidence before the person. extracting information.   truth or dare,  without the dare.  a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you.   coordinated shelves.   cataloguing systems.   voyeurism.   police report you can’t put down.  reasoning your way out.  smell of old papers.  books that read you back.

viii.  THE HUNT.          sharp canines.   sore calves after a run.   the scent of blood.   an adventure for the journey’s sake.   the adrenaline right before the kill.   a whistle’s echo.   the woods.   the doe eyes of a prey animal.  your own breath in the air.  sharpened claws.   being tracked.   fear of someone knowing your every movement.   hunting down monsters.   hide & seek.   running away only to end up where you started.   staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run.   a set of footsteps behind you.   blood dripping from bare hands.   barks & growls.   focused eyes.   a victim going limp under your hands.   a mouth full of fresh blood.   catching the scent of something monstrous.   perfecting your craft.   peering into the dark & running after it.

ix.  THE LONELY.          an apartment too small for a double bed.   completely vacant streets.   waking up to see everyone gone.  fog.  point nemo.  a house too big to hear your family members in.  alone in a faceless crowd.  a mask with nothing behind it.  separated cubicles.  a deafening silence where joy should be.  a blinding spotlight.  the least missed in your friend group.  streets without lights in the windows.  isolation.  not truly knowing your friends.   your friends not truly knowing you.  need for silence.  fear of crowds.  staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you.  a ship alone at sea.  depression.  knowing your friends are better off without you.  talking to someone only to realise they’re gone.  a family too large to notice you there.  safety in being alone.

x.  THE SLAUGHTER          a game of tag.   senseless violence.   a true crime hobby.   improvised weapons.   blinding rage.   intent to kill.   a horrific day in a quiet community.   a medal of bravery.  holding on to what validates your anger.   history books that spare no details.   an injury you want revenge for.   war.   counting kills.   songs of soldiers.   a knifeblock on the counter.   a pool of blood.   shellshock.   unspeakable horrors.   anger pushing you forward.   unimaginable pain.   not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming.   a fully human monster.   an authority sending its lessers to their deaths.   kill or be killed.   unedited wartime memoirs.   a weapons collection.   not knowing the names of who you kill.   too many to remember.   loss of hope.   there’s no heroes in war.

xi.  THE SPIRAL          sleep deprivation.   corridors you can get lost in.   maze puzzles that loop back on themselves.   losing possessions.   losing people.   losing your sanity.   corkscew curls.   rows of funhouse mirrors.   optical illusions.   a separate reality.   walking through the wrong door.   delusions.   not knowing what your hands are doing.   blank spaces in documents.   hallucinations.   wrong proportions.   a nameless thing.   a place that has never existed.   doubting your own mind.   blind faith.   losing track of names,  labels,  categories.   distorted sound.   an imperfection in a glass that twists the view.   loss of time.   a garish colour.   doors that open to nowhere.   lies.   an unnatural laugh.   jokes & tricks.   illusions.   a doorway.   a sculptor with a wild imagination.   limbs in impossible angles.   doing what’s fun,  not what’s sensible.   fractals you can get lost in.

xii.  THE STRANGER          wax figures.   a close approximation of a human face.   a borrowed appearance.   a strange smell.   glass eyes.   furs & pelts.   a dance.   a song of a choir.   the uncanny valley.   stitching yourself together.   the colours of a circus.   a puppet with no strings.   mannequins.   glitter & sequin.   a stranger you’ve always known.   someone strange in the place of someone you knew.   stolen identities.   stolen skins.   a machine imitating humanity.   the anonymity of a service worker.   hiding in plain sight.   uncomfortable to look at.   a faked accent.   concealing.   forgetting who you are.   forgetting who others are.   a replacement no one notices.   images that look posed.   the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii.  THE VAST.          open spaces.   carnival rides going up & down.   fear of heights.   endless infinity around you.   your insignificance in an universe.   stomach turning at a drop.   fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip.   the sway of a cable car.   an adventure holiday.   losing track of where the surface is.   miles & miles of nothing around you.   staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it.   loss of control.   a fall that doesn’t end in death.   glass floor to the view below.   terminal velocity.   the sound of wind in your ears.   a reach over the railing.   a jump from the top of the building.   falling into nothing.   feeling your feet let go of the ground.   a leap of faith.   motion sickness.

xiv.  THE WEB.          undecipherable code.   a puppeteer holding the strings.   power over the weak—willed.    strings of fate.   manipulation.   an arranged accident.   a hundred minions doing your bidding.   cobwebs.   spiders.   a laid trap.   never voicing discomfort.   outwitting a cheater.   doing things without realising it.   red string across a corkboard.   finding something lost where you were sure you checked.   power over the unrealiability of chance.   watching others dance for you.   an entangled death.   a thousand tiny legs & fangs.   shady forum threads.   something important gone missing.   suspiciously disregarded case.   a missing witness.   connections.   the world wide web.   power of victimhood.   gullibility.   no control over your own decisions.   an invisible leash.   mass psychology.   a horror film in the making.   scapegoat.   never remembering to ask for a name.

+  THE EXTINCTION.          the end of an era.   apocalypse movies.   the alarms of warning systems.   a desolate landscape.   end of the world cults.   nihilism.   the last written history.   a changed world.   no survivours.   old prophecies.   a thousand predicted ends.   a new chapter.   an end with no escape.   catastrophes.   a calendar counting down.   breaking point.   overindulgence.

Please ramble about Lazuli, Rust, and Donovan

I'd love to see your ideas about them

RAHHHHHHH, I got a few asks encouraging this, soooooo... 👉🏻👈🏻

Ask and ye shall receive 😌💖 have a few notes regarding the character conception process behind these three (dw no spoilers). Enjoy the deets for Lazuli, Rust, and Donovan below the cuuuut

LAZULI

It's important for me to have political intrigue and drama in Offline Valor--assassination plots at masquerade balls n all that. That's why the Big Bad of Offline Valor ends up being directly tied to a lot of that kind of activity; however, you have Rowan who is a scruffy, aloof, infamous war hero who isn't really the "socializing type" and Zelly who IS the social-type but is coming into this with fresh eyes as our audience surrogate.

So in comes Lazuli, princeps (a gender neutral term in Offline Valor, for the child of a reigning monarch) of House Silver. They're confident, charismatic, suave, brilliant, and not afraid to call Zelly a child to her face (despite being sixteen times smaller than the streamer). And they have a PAST with Rowan too! They were once really really really really close, but something drove them apart--now Lazuli is filled with anger and Rowan with shame. So when the Big Bad rears his ugly head, Rowan & Zelly have no choice but to go to Lazuli for assistance. But of course, Lazuli

GOSH I love Laz

RUST

Much like Lazuli, Rust was created to give Rowan a proper rival. But in this case, a physical one. A lot of my appeal with Rowan is that despite being a few inches tall, he is DEADLY and STRONG and incredibly capable. His struggle isn't "needing to do more" it's "learning to do less," and Rust helps typify that struggle. Rust is not a force that can be beat head-on. She's a Borrower, true, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have the means to take on Humans either.

And despite being the "strong, silent, masked merc" ala Boba Fett, Rust has a lot of fun conflict internally and while a lot of that will probably be explored in the Second Story for the Offline Valor setting, I plan to show off some of those quiet story elements in her character design and how Rowan & Zelly start to interact with her once they start piecing more of her story together as they try to stop her and her employer, the Big Bad.

DONOVAN

I lovingly blame my dear friend @chamomile-g-tea for this one. Parents in G/t aren't something that I've seen very often, and if they are it's just in passing. Because of that, I've really started to think about the families for my main OCs (with exception of Rowan, since a lot of his conception was already built around the family life he grew up in) but also I had the urge to make a more prominent OC (in the same vein of important as Maura, Rust, and Lazuli) who was a parent. Cue Donovan!

While she is a general in Genesis Day and a prominent member of the agency hunting down Freyja & NUVA-002, Donovan isn't afraid of breaking rules and defying orders from her superiors--and a lot of this comes from the influence of her daughter and her feelings towards the agency's mission statement as a whole. As seen briefly in the Interlude of Genesis Day, she gets impatient with protocol and arbitrary rules and is happy to overstep Director Barrus if it means saving lives.

Donovan's story is the one I'm probably MOST excited to tell. And while it is pretty Genesis Day-centric, I'm incredibly excited to start including her in more AUs too--as either a small or a big.

My, how the tables have turned!

Now it's not usually like me to comment on political matters through the medium of blogging. As far as I'm concerned I don't know nearly enough about politics to comment on such a complicated subject publicly. Football. That's me, I'm the football guy. I don't know much about anything else in the world, but football is the one thing I'm confident I know a lot about and I'm not afraid to voice my opinion on it.

I've been trying to stave off this blog for a while. When Jeremy Corbyn was attacked by his own party, I said to myself, "no Dean, you don't know as much as you think you do about this. Even if the party should be behind their leader regardless, should recognise his mandate and are only doing this because they fear his values." When Theresa May called a snap election, I said to myself, "no Dean, you don't know enough about this. Even though she said repeatedly over the past 9 months that this wouldn't happen. No, this isn't your field." When the media relentlessly attack Corbyn as a terrorist sympathiser and a pie in the sky idealist, I thought, "no Dean, you don't know half as much as you think you do on this subject. Even though peace talks have to start somewhere and these right wing papers are clearly desperate to sling mud because they're shit scared of this left wing hero." But today is results day...and I have been tipped over the edge.

Let's start this story 11 months and a few weeks ago. We all woke up on Friday 23rd June 2016 to the news that 52% of the British public had chosen to leave the European Union. The country was practically plunged into political chaos. David Cameron was stood outside Downing Street at 7:30 a.m giving his resignation speech and there was massive calls for the leader of the opposition to do the same, and I hadn't even put my bills on yet! While a race for number 10 kicked off within the Conservative party, Jeremy Corbyn resisted calls for his head. While Michael Gove convinced Boris Johnson not stand so he could take his place, Jeremy Corbyn stood firm. While Andrea Leadsom tried hard to discredit every other candidate, only serving to demonise herself within the party, Jeremy Corbyn refused to bow. While Theresa May was restructuring her cabinet and coining shitty phrases like "Brexit means Brexit" (whatever the fuck that even means), Jeremy Corbyn was unshakeable. People were even putting themselves forward for the man's job while he was in the position. Angela Eagle launched a leadership campaign which nobody of note turned up to.

Eventually a leadership election was called. What a huge wake-up call that was for the Labour party. Owen Smith was the man who would stand against the enigmatic current leader. Corbyn was right to shout about his mandate. He won the leadership vote with a landslide 61.8%, not only keeping his mandate but increasing it. Unlike the Tory leadership campaign however, there was no mudslinging. Yes both leaders put cases for their own leadership forward and how it differed from their opponents. But neither demonised the other (cough, cough Andre Leadsom, cough). When Corbyn won, Owen Smith didn't demand a recount or sulk in a corner of the house of commons. He stood down from his seat in Pontypridd with grace and wished Corbyn well. I could be chatting shit here and, if you're reading this and you know I am, then please do tell me so.

So Corbyn went on with his 61.8% mandate. Nobody within the Labour party could now question him. He had his doubters but he was immoveable. The media continued portray him as a man on borrowed time though. In his first shadow cabinet meeting after his re-election, he was made to look awkward and uneasy among his cabinet members. When you know half of them don't want you there, it's easy to see why that would be. But he carried on anyway because he believed in his values and that he could do right for the country.

Fast forward 8 months to the end of April this year. Jeremy Corbyn is still being laughed at by the press and they continually attempt to paint him as a poor leader, despite no evidence of this. Theresa May in the meantime has flip flopped on major issues without mention in the press but somehow has a 22 point lead on most opinion polls. She had said many times that she would NOT call a snap election. But her ego was getting the better of her. It was clearly irking her that she was having to stand in the House of Commons week after week and defend the fact that she was a remainer, and that she wasn't even elected by the public to be Prime Minister. "How could she possibly go to Brussels and get us a good deal?" the opposition would cry. She broke on 18th April 2017.

She did her usual. She spoke sternly, like this had been the plan all along. She wheeled out her "strong and stable leadership" line for the first time, although this, another u-turn on a major decision, was starting to prove people that she was anything but. Behind the scenes though, she knew Labour was weak in the eyes of the public. Murdoch and the lads had done their job. They'd made Corbyn look piss poor to the tune of a 22 point deficit in the opinion polls. She knew now was the time to strike. After 8 months trying to show what she could do in the job and thinking she could fool people by talking about Brexit at any given opportunity, she knew now was the time to make her move. All she had to do was keep doing exactly that; banging on about Brexit and scaring the public into thinking Corbyn would be bullied in Brussels.

It started off well for Theresa May. She was going steadily along. She wasn't putting a foot wrong. Corbyn likewise. He was just as steady. The media still vilified him but there was nothing new there. Then the manifesto's came out and things started to fall apart for the Prime Minster.

No free school meals. No triple lock for pensions. More cuts to public services. The return of fox hunting. More importantly, NO costing of anything within her manifesto. Was she insane? This screamed arrogance. The Tories were basically saying "vote us in and only then will we tell you how we plan to pay for everything (SPOILER ALERT: It's austerity.)" Then there was the Dementia tax. The Tories put forward that pensioners would have to pay for their own social care if they had assets worth over £100,000 and that included their house. It was a fucking scandal. Policy after policy made her seem more inhuman. Dementia tax - cruel. Scrapping free school meals - cruel. Slashing winter fuel allowance for pensioners - cruel. She had clearly targeted the most vulnerable in society and had done so with no shame. She was starting to show her true colours.

Labour on the other hand had come up with exactly the opposite. Jeremy Corbyn and his team had put together a manifesto which, on the face of it, had stood up for the working man. They planned to scrap tuition fees and zero hours contracts. They wanted to introduce a £10 minimum wage and instant union rights for all workers. In my opinion though, the greatest testament to Corbyns leadership which was reflected in his manifesto was Labours plan to keep Trident. Corbyn has been against Trident all of his professional life. He has campaigned for multi-lateral disarmament throughout his political career. But he kept it in because it was a party policy. OK, he has said that he will still campaign for multi-lateral disarmament. But, in my eyes at least, this typifies the man. He kept it, even though he doesn't believe in it, for the good of the party. It's a great show of socialist leadership. Looking at the manifesto's, it was 1-0 to Labour.  Again, I don't enough about this shit so I'm probably chatting wham. If I am, then please let me know.

Then the debates started and things went from bad to worse for Mrs May. She wouldn't show up. At first neither leader of the big two parties showed up. They left it to the minor parties to fight it out. Only the leaders of UKIP, Plaid Cymru, SNP and the Greens would fight this one out. You didn't miss much if you didn't watch it. The highlight was UKIP leader Paul Nuttall referring to Plaid Cymru's Leanne Wood as Natalie, not once but twice. It was turning into car crash T.V. Questions were asked of leaders who seemed unlikely to have any influence over the big decisions after 8th June.

On Monday 29th May came the second leadership debate and this was one was VIP only. It was exclusive to Labour and Conservative, and this time both major party leaders did turn up. Jeremy Corbyn defended his policies and came across as believable. You could tell he believed in his manifesto and it reflected his core values. He faced tough questions regarding his affairs with the IRA and Hamas in the past, but maintained that peace talks had to start somewhere. When up against Jeremy Paxman, he was strong and stood up to the miserly old journalist. Paxman interrupted Corbyn 56 times in 10 minutes during the interview. Keep that in mind. Theresa May was not as convincing. She brought every question back to Brexit and continually skirted around issues. In her interview with Paxman she was interrupted only 6 times. Fair media treatment? Hardly.

Just two days later came the another debate. This time all the parties were represented by their respective leaders - all apart from Conservative that is. Theresa May had obviously either shit out of turning up or didn't see the need to when she sent her Home Secretary, Amber Rudd. Paul Nuttall was painted as a racist. Star of the show was Green Party joint leader Caroline Lucas. She was passionate about issues raised and was not afraid to criticise and condemn on the big issues. Corbyn again presented and defended his policies stoically. Amber Rudd was OK, but she wasn't Theresa May. Her remark of "judge us on our record" was met with outright laughter by the audience. Her christening of the other parties as a "coalition of chaos" would come back to haunt her.

Two days following this came the final debate consisting of the leaders from the two major parties. Theresa May again played 6 degrees of Brexit. Her partys' biggest scandal to date, the handling of disability and PIP assessments, was put to her head on by a weeping audience member. She declared it unacceptable, but you get a feeling nothing will change. People being assessed for disability allowance and PIP payments will continue to be treated inhumanely and have professionals from irrelevant fields assessing their conditions. Corbyn faced questions regarding his proposed increase in corporation tax and scrapping of zero hours contracts, like they were awful things. Again he put on a great show.

These debates were played out to the backdrop of two major terrorist attacks. The Manchester Arena bombing on 23rd May killed 22 people and temporarily brought the campaign to a halt. Three days later, Jeremy Corbyn took a huge risk in using the atrocity to criticise Britains foreign policy. It could have backfired and, for a few hours at least, his politicising of the incident was condemned by the opposition. But the public agreed. They knew he was right and pretty soon the government were defending their foreign policy.

When 8 people were killed on London Bridge 5 days before the election, Theresa May was really in trouble. How were these people being allowed to travel to the middle east and admit to being Jihadis on T.V, yet still roam our streets? How had the Prime Minister thought it acceptable to cut the numbers of Police officers on our streets during her time as Home Secretary, when our threat level had been severe for so long? Why had she publicised the downgrading of the threat level after the Manchester attack? Brexit, an issue that many thought would be front and centre of this election, was taking a back seat to national security.

Media coverage of Jeremy Corbyn and the Labour party continued to be nothing short of scandalous. When Diane Abbot became confused in an interview with Nick Ferrari on LBC regarding how a Labour government planned to pay for 30,000 extra police officers, she was rightly crucified for an embarrassing gaffe. When Michael Gove did same thing surrounding a similar issue, it was barely reported. When Jeremy Corbyn couldn't remember the figure the Labour party had decided to spend on childcare costs for working parents, he was ridiculed to his face by presenter Emma Barnett. When Sir Michael Fallon was given a supposed Corbyn quote criticising Britains foreign policy on Channel 4 news by Krishnan Guru-Murthy and proceeded to tear it apart, only to be told it was actually a Boris Johnson quote - the Tory incumbent Foreign Secretary no less - it was not mentioned again after 24 hours. Jeremy Corbyn has been labelled a terrorist sympathiser and apologist by a red rag (which shall remain nameless but I'm sure everyone will get onto who I'm referring to) and the Daily Mail, for his dealings with Hamas, the IRA and members of Al Muhajiroun turning up to a public rally he was speaking at in 2002. Theresa May has received minor criticism in the media for her arms dealings with Saudi Arabia, a know ISIS supporting state. If it wasn't so serious it would be laughable. As it is, it's just a fucking joke.

Nobody truly believed a Labour victory to be realistic. It was such a massive difference to make up in the opinion polls. 22 points- it was unprecedented. So when the exit poll predicted a hung parliament, nobody could quite believe it. The Labour party had actually done it. They had taken Tory seats and could be on the verge of something incredible. When you look back though, it's easy to see why this has happened. Between Jeremy Corbyn becoming leader in 2015 and the present day, Labour has grown by 300,000 members. On polling day, 75% of 18-25 year olds turned out to vote. Theresa May was holding press conferences at specially held events with VIP guests and specifically picked members of the public. Jeremy Corbyn was turning up at concerts and rallies that resembled music festivals unannounced. Not only had he generated a huge amount of momentum, he had convinced the next generation of voters that politics was relevant to your future and you could make a difference.

The result was a hung parliament but the Tories still held a majority of seats. Needing just 8 seats to take power, Theresa May did something which would embarrass her party and demolish her credibility. She struck a deal with the DUP.

For those who don't know much about the Democratic Unionist Party, let me fill you in. The DUP are the largest party in Northern Ireland, holding 10 parliamentary seats. In a nutshell they are against equal rights for LGBT, gay marriage, a woman's right to abortion and have been Euro-sceptic since God was a kid. They campaigned against any peace talks in Northern Ireland up until the Good Friday Agreement in 1998. They were UKIP before UKIP. On top of that, and this is the worst thing of all about the Prime Ministers deal with the devil, the DUP have known links to terrorist acts. The DUP founders - Ian Paisley and Peter Robinson - would go on to also found the Ulster Resistance, a parliamentary loyalist association. They were renowned for stealing £300,000 from the Bank of Northern Ireland to fund arms deals. Members were frequently arrested for carrying guns, grenades and RPG's.

Theresa May's agreement with the DUP should be the final nail in her coffin. Her shameless attack on Corbyn last week as a terrorist sympathiser who could not ensure the security of the country, now looks hypocritical at best. This deal proves she is ready to sell her soul to keep hold of power. Her credibility within her own party is shot to pieces. It shows how truly out of touch she is on every level. Even this morning, in her speech to announce the deal, she failed to acknowledge the turnout of young voters and just how close the election was. Either she hasn't got a clue what's going on on the streets of Great Britain or she clearly doesn't give a fuck about you or me, and she will carry on doing what she is doing regardless of public opinion. Her arrogance throughout this campaign was characterised by her initially calling the election and not showing up to debates. In fact she didn't debate at all. She fielded questions from a studio audience and Jeremy Paxman, before swiftly pissing off when Jeremy Corbyn came onto the stage. She did not feel the need to defend her inhumane policies, instead choosing to bring every question fielded to her back to Brexit. By the way, Brexit meant fuck all by the end of this election in the light of two horrendous terror attacks. She again refused to address an issue staring her in the face after these attacks in the form of policing numbers. Her position is surely untenable. After all, who wants to live under a Prime Minister who is so out of touch with the electorate and has taken her party further to the right than it has ever been?

In contrast, Jeremy Corbyn has had a complete 180 degree turn in his popularity. This time last year, he was vilified by the media and his own party. A public coup was in operation to remove him from leadership. But he stood strong. He backed himself. He believed in his values. He didn't force them on his party, although he has taken it further to the left than it has been. Yes, there were issues along the way. But his humanistic values have shone through. He has shown the best of socialism and that it can work in modern day politics. He has inspired a generation of millenials who had previously saw voting as a waste of time on a subject they knew nothing about, to get out there and make a difference. Jeremy Corbyn has changed the political landscape for the better in this country, in my opinion.

Then again, I could be wrong...