ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ DARK MAGE - ...

abilities ; bending shadows at their will, becoming invisible, creating illusions, turning weightless.

Dark Mages are a sensitive topic for most. Their abilities evoke discomfort in humans and other mages. Mages with these powers are rare and have to be strong-minded to bare the difficulties that come alongside.

side effects include but are not limited to ; shadow creatures turning against you, paranoia, blackened veins, blackened body parts, and blackened/whitened eyes.

its called the disappearance of haruhi suzumiya but shes literally right there ^

i literally cannot play the new story bc of a box

PORTABLE OPS IS NOT CANON BECAUSE WHEN OCELOT WALKS OVER TO ANSWER THE PHONE THERE IS NO SPUR JINGLE

I'm still wondering if I'm the only guy out who has this as his favorite card... My favorite archetype is quite literally made out of Scraps and practically unplayable. I'm still wondering if I should try building a deck around these but everytime I do... it just felt gross... Newsflash, a deck that loses to one Ash Blossom is not very good xD

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE LEADER get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL, UNPLAYABLE & CLOSED to finding out.“

name → millicent bagnold pronouns → she/her identification → cis-female year of birth → september 1932 - september 1933 face claim → gina torres blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → pansexual occupation → minister for magic for wizarding britain at the ministry of magic in wizarding london future information → n/a

— she is best described as ;

All the CLASS of an aged IRISH WHISKEY in a CRYSTAL cut glass with the POWER it packs when it touches your THROAT. She is pure STRENGTH, a DEPENDABLE & STURDY figure COLD like a STATUE & just as difficult to push down. She has taken the LAW into her two CAPABLE hands & handles it with CARE & ATTENTION without a single QUIVER. But deep in her eyes is the PAIN & SUFFERING only those who have experience true LOSS will know, though the only eyes to see it are her OWN within a REFLECTION. 

— her story starts with ;

Born in a small cottage in Killarney, Millicent had no idea what lay ahead of her. The village was small and was mostly overgrown, a place where sorcerers go to retire. Her parents owned a simple antique bookshop and led simple lives, never leaving the village unless absolutely necessary. Regardless of this quaint upbringing, Millicent’s spirit refused to be contained and leapt at any opportunity that would mean freedom. Ambitious, dedicated and intelligent, she was soon sorted into Ravenclaw in record time when she arrived at Hogwarts, where her fellow housemates would only push her to be better, be greater. At heart, Millicent was a perfectionist, and thus pushed herself beyond her boundaries constantly. She never shied away from a challenge, taking on extra assignments and proving that she was right when she was questioned, even by professors. This, of course, gained her a reputation as a girl that was bossy. Millicent would argue if boys in her class were as forward thinking as her, would they be called the same, or perhaps if she were from sacred twenty-eight families. When she had an opinion she aired it, no matter how much it made the likes of Abraxas Malfoy roll his eyes. Growing up, there had not been much diversity amongst leaders and thus their world reflected the view of those in power. 

There were lots of pure-blood men and not just pure-blood men, mostly sacred twenty-eight or adjacent. Millicent realised that in order to be respected like those who had been elected, she’d have to act like one, but try and not lose herself in the process. She began watching those who wielded power and how they managed it, Horace Slughorn, CIRCE GREENGRASS [acquaintance], anyone she deemed successful or someone who influences others around them. She took down notes of how to act like them, how to dress like them. Millicent began holding herself differently and the older she got the more conviction she had in the way that she spoke. Milicent knew she was intelligent, she knew that one day she would be somebody very important and not because of her last name, her blood type or how much money her family had. When she got to the top it would have been because she deserved it, and damn did she know she did. Unlike many young people fresh out of Hogwarts, Millicent was sure of herself and that alone made her excel quickly in her political career. Whilst not making many friends in Hogwarts due to her academic-oriented mindset, she had made a connection with Rutherford Bagnold, a Gryffindor boy who admired her courage and determination.

Both career-orientated, with Millicent working as junior undersecretary to the Minister for Magic and Rutherford in the magical invention industry, they understood one another and respected their desire to climb to the top. During her position as junior undersecretary, Millicent learnt another valuable lesson, that time was valuable and that it should not be wasted on unnecessary questions or conversations. She began to build an encyclopaedic knowledge of the ins and outs of the Ministry and along with her perfectionism, she began to run a tight ship. It wasn’t long until she received a promotion to senior undersecretary. She loved her job, and sure, she was the second-best to a man, but she had gone further than she could have hoped for and already had an impressive influence over the Ministry staff. She attended meetings and press conferences with Harold Minchum, the Minister for Magic at the time and learnt everything she could from him. It was at this point where she finally felt comfortable enough to start a family. It wasn’t long until Rutherford proposed, they had a fairytale wedding that pleased both families present in Ireland. The newly-wed couple moved into a house in Wimbledon and gave birth to their first son, HARRISON BAGNOLD [son]. 

As much as Millicent loved Harrison, she found being a parent difficult. For the first time in her life she had something other than her work to focus on, even with her husband he looked after himself. Harrison needed her in a way that no one ever had and although she wouldn’t admit it openly other than to Rutherford, Millicent struggled in her early years as a mother, trying to tend to her job and her family and do the best she could at both. Rutherford took the brunt of the parenting when Millicent went back to work when Harrison was two, she longed to be with him more and wondered if he’d have turned out different if she did. But Millicent knew her task and her dream were bigger than Harrison, she wanted to be the Minister for Magic to make the world a better place and that better place she desired a little bit more after her son was born, because she wanted it better for him and for her grandchildren. By the time Millicent had her second child BOOKER BAGNOLD [son], her outlook on parenting had somewhat changed. She was harder on herself with Harrison and harder on him as a result, she wanted him to be perfect and for her parenting to be perfect but when Booker came along she wanted something else, for him to be happy and for their family to be as well. 

In free periods she’d take the boys to Quidditch matches and gave Booker the freedom he needed away from Millicent’s work events, the same events that Harrison now attended by choice, standing by his mother’s side, a well-spoken little gentleman that made her very proud. What felt like a couple of years passed quickly and soon Booker was attending Hogwarts too. The couple quickly adapted to their children not being at home again and threw themselves back into work, which quickly paid off for Millicent. She was promptly promoted to Advisor to the Minister for Magic. It was at this point that small cases of missing sorcerers started popping up, a trend formed and Harold Michum decided to allocate an Auror team to investigate the disappearances. What she didn’t know was that this issue would soon become hers. In 1980 Millicent was appointed Minister for Magic. Her carefully orchestrated plan had worked and well placed friendships voted her into power. Harold’s legacy had been that he had run a tight ship, however all those that had known Millicent knew that it had been her ship all along. She had proved all those that had doubted her wrong and more importantly, proved to herself that she was capable of achieving her dreams and more as long as she put her mind to it. In 1980 she became the Minister for Magic, Millicent knew that her time wouldn’t be straight forward, but she didn’t know difficult it could be. 

In 1983, Millicent lost her youngest son, forced to watch as his body was fished out of the fountain in her workplace whilst her husband and eldest child screamed and cried with grief. Millicent has never truly recovered from that event. All she wanted to do was retreat into bed with her husband and grieve the loss of her child, but she was the Minister and the people needed her to lead. She had not thought much about creature control until Booker had died, it had never felt like a real issue, though her son had brought it to her attention several times with his position. It was a cruel irony that it was a werewolf that had killed her son, when all he wanted was to protect them. With the help of ALICIA AVERY JONES [colleague] Millicent had the entire weight of the auror’s office thrown behind finding her son’s killer, but people kept going missing, getting attacked or dying. ROSALIE FLINT [person of interest], INES MORENO [person of interest], BENJY FENWICK [person of interest], AMELIA BONES [person of interest] one after the other. Some days it was too much to cope with. Then the alley attacks happened. She knew it wouldn’t make her popular amongst some, it might even cost her some votes, but Millicent knew this was a problem that had gone far enough and now she was going to tackle it the only way she knew how. Head on.

— SHE IS A LEVEL 8 WITCH & READIED FOR WAR ;

I sure would love to play Dreamlight Valley again. Too bad the game crashes whenever I do things like:

-Open the Menu

-Close the Menu

-Change tabs in the Menu

-Go in my house

-Leave my house

-Go in McDuck’s

-Leave McDucks

-Breathe on any day ending in a y.

I love this game so damn much but the patch hasn’t done anything for me. Imma cry. I can’t even play long enough to sell 20 pumpkins. And I can’t easily save every time i do anything because, as I said before, even opening my menu can cause a crash.

so fucked up that theres no horses in the sims 4

literally unplayable

if your making a game, and you have a massive group of people impatiently waiting for it to come out, TAKE YOUR TIME

if you send it out early, you haven't found all the bugs yet, ESP THE ONES THAT MAKE THE GAME UNPLAYABLE.

make the people wait, its for thier own good, it will save them frustration and thier game progress

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My GameCube is still in working condition and only play Animal Crossing on the Nintendo Switch, what's your address?

30 FLOORS OF THAT SHIT AND I CAN’T EVEN PLAY SQUIDBEATZ.

what would your perfect sonic game look like?

shadow the hedgehog 2: this time with more gun and swearing

Trying to think of there is any way I can play Hollow Knight at work without looking like the world’s most negligent nurse, and fellas, I don’t think it is possible. Not just because of the optics of dicking around on my Nintendo switch even if everything else is done, not just because video games demand perhaps too much attention to be a safe diversion during downtime, but primarily because I’m currently in the White Palace and every thirty seconds I grunt out “FUCK” as I dash directly into yet another buzz saw

truly love how slowly but surely every companion is turned into a spineless doormat so as not to offend the fragile egos of the lowest common denominator of their playerbase or inconvenience them ever so slightly 💀