Dahab Ahmad

One of my favorite female characters (besides my precious ray of sunshine Lizzy) would have to be Madam Red. This is a woman who broke social barriers, became a doctor, literally transformed herself into a bona fide society diva and yet. All these achievements were mired in her own insecurity and self-loathing. She became a doctor so she could find a cure for Rachel’s various illnesses and while some might say this is as pure and altruistic a reason as they come, I think it’s the exact opposite. Ann was always insecure—even as a child—and envied her sister’s beautiful auburn-gold hair, her beauty, grace, and wit and how she was probably the focus of their parents attention, due to her being constantly sick. Ann’s decision to become a doctor was twofold—one to genuinely help her sister and two, to “fix” Rachel so maybe she herself could get some attention every once in a while.  

Ann also became the glorious, flirtatious Madam Red we know and love because she thought Madam Red might be the sort of woman Vincent Phantomhive would love. This is fatalistic attraction at its finest—unhealthy, improbable, insane, and so beautifully addictive to reflect upon. Madam Red used all her ingenuity and wit to overcome (or pretend to overcome) her shyness, insecurity, and weaknesses all for the love of a man—and not just any man, the man who’s betrothed to marry her own dear sister. How could you not be intrigued by Madam Red? She is, by far, one of the most complex and complete characters in all of Black Butler.

Highly aware but also blind; intelligent but also ignorant; loving but also fiercely selfish—Madam Red’s psyche has been battered and bruised and her encounters with Grell warped her fragile sense of morality even further. (It’s fascinating to think just how broken Madam Red became, to the point she began killing other people—whether that was symbolic of the hatred she felt for herself, who knows.) She is the finest example of a tragic heroine who was not a victim. Madam Red fought—she fought all her life: against the stereotypes and prejudices towards women in the 19th century, against discrimination of her own red hair and bookish, introverted personality (women were meant to be sparkling examples of grace and elegance after all), and against the brutal heartbreak of watching her sister get the man she herself was obsessed with. (I hesitate to use the term “love” because, let’s face it—Vincent only paid Ann a single compliment. I have no doubt Ann romanticized him to medieval levels and was in love with the idea of Vincent. But that, in my opinion, just makes her all the more compelling.)

hi. i’ll be short & to the point.

I attempted suicide about 2 months ago. unfortunately, I wasn’t successful. I say unfortunate because now i’m being faced with $4k in medical bills. one for the ambulance and another for the hospital stay. I wasn’t the one who called 911, my friend stopped me. i wish i could be optimistic and say I’m grateful for being given this second chance, but honestly I feel like I’m being punished for living.

so to help combat this, I’m asking my followers or anyone else who sees this to maybe, if you have the means to, commission me or donate. My commission prices are fairly cheap, and I’ll draw just about anything except mechas and furries. Oh and pedophillia. I’m not against furries, I just can’t draw animals. Like at all.  my commission prices are in the neat little graphic below:

If you are a writer or RolePlayer, then you may struggle with creating characters and their backstories. I have been making characters for nearly two years, and have learned a lot from others (and taught myself) on how to make a character with realistic qualities and a believable feel to it all. Here’s a simple guide that I hope will help you guys.  

Basics- When creating a character for your stories/roleplays, its often good to make a template listing things about your character. So at any time, you may bring it up and add /remove things, or edit them. You get the idea. 

After graduation, he took his loses, blocked his bank account from his mother and started the ;legal process of actually  disowning her. he didn’t need her stealing his familiy’s money and without his father, she was not really entitled to anything anyway. at least that is how Cheslock saw it.

Cheslock met Dahab on the same day the banks and local precinct sent some folks to escort the Widow Cheslock off the grounds and to her sister’s home or a workhouse either way he didn’t care he didn’t want her on the property or near his sister again. along with her went several elderly servants, a few prude faced maids and a butler that looked like lemons were the only thing his tightly lipped mouth suckled upon. They most likely would be heading to new jobs, homeless shelters, churches or death. It wasn’t up to Cheslock where they went, he had let them go for years of neglect and ignorance. Some dark history was in these halls he wanted newer, fresher faces who had better ideals or even more friendly expressive lifestyles.

These folks gave off the air of high hoity toity assholery when they passed her, the mother was even crying crocodile tears begging her son to let her stay. All he did was hold his hands behind his back with the middle finger up where no one but the maid left inside could see. “Good bye mother, do be a dear and fall down in the mud a few times until you’re as humiliated as I was my entire life. “He cocked his head at the strange woman with her consorts on his front lawn. “ I can assume you are here for the positions available otherwise you’re going to have to follow Ms, Bella’s footsteps.” He used his mother’s maiden name not her married name as he spoke of her.

Ch 62:

Madam Red: Ciel!! […] I’m so happy…! You, at least, are safe.

Our Ciel: ……

Ch58:

Lizzy: I can’t believe my eyes!! It really is you, isn’t it, Ciel!?

Our Ciel: ……

It’s really heartbreaking to imagine how our Ciel must have felt when everyone was like “CIEL!! I’m glad you’re alive!” when he came back. Sure, it was his idea, his own decision to pretend to be “Ciel” and to deceive everyone, but I think the ellipses in these two scenes might be a sign of his hesitation and also feelings of guilt about lying. Especially in Lizzy’s case, our Ciel purposely avoided answering her crucial question “Are you really Ciel!?”.

We don’t know yet why our Ciel decided to take on his brother’s name, but whatever the reason, the fact that a 10-year-old boy, who literally went through hell for one month and lost his parents and his brother at once, couldn’t just say “No, I’m not Ciel, I’m [our Cie’s true name]” but had to lie to the bereaved is so sad.

EDIT:

hi. i’ll be short & to the point.

I attempted suicide about 2 months ago. unfortunately, I wasn’t successful. I say unfortunate because now i’m being faced with $4k in medical bills. one for the ambulance and another for the hospital stay. I wasn’t the one who called 911, my friend stopped me. i wish i could be optimistic and say I’m grateful for being given this second chance, but honestly I feel like I’m being punished for living.

so to help combat this, I’m asking my followers or anyone else who sees this to maybe, if you have the means to, commission me or donate. My commission prices are fairly cheap, and I’ll draw just about anything except mechas and furries. Oh and pedophillia. I’m not against furries, I just can’t draw animals. Like at all.  my commission prices are in the neat little graphic below:

as I write this, I haven’t slept a wink in two days because of the chaotic nature of the last couple of weeks. I’ll keep it short. me, crashing with my grandma, who has over the course of the past few weeks become so hostile to the point where I am no longer welcome in her home.

my boyfriend was living with his father and dad’s girlfriend, but both are wildly abusive and to top it all off, wildly homophobic and bigots in every way. 

we’ve both been sleeping in his car, and as the Universe tends to work, his alternator gave out. we get paid tonight, but essentially all of our paychecks are going to fixing the car, getting what little food we can muster, paying car bill, and covering at least 6 days of a hotel. 

and I need to get a binder that fits me before I flip the fuck out lol. 

so, basically, a hotel room for a week is $279, that’s the cheapest I could find. I’m gonna be picking up literally every hour I can from here on out but we won’t get paid for another two weeks. please, if you can help, do so.

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At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.   At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.

At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.  At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.  At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career and landed his first movie role at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first major movie role until he was 46.

Morgan Freeman landed his first major movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow won the Academy Award for Best Director when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it. 

Never tell yourself you missed your chance. 

Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough.