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In this piece of data visualization showcasing “legislative responses for policing in 2020,” design strategy is used to evoke emotional response when viewing the image. Rather than translating this information in a bar chart or graph, the choice to use windows as a representation system generates a personal reaction from viewers. The data is personified as windows can represent the people inside. Using a graph would eliminate this connection. The visual of an actual protest also presents viewers with a reason for the data being presented. The agenda of this piece of data visualization is to send a message beyond the data and highlight the people and situation involved. 

Bloody❤️Pink! Pretty Cure

My main fancure team. A more adult than usual spinoff of Yes! Pretty Cure 5 GoGo, with the cures being boys.

Magical🌟StarSign! Pretty Cure

My first fancure team. 13 ballgowned-cures representing the zodiac signs. They are now part of Star Twinkle Precure, as a separate team.

Lonely! Pretty Cure

My other main fancure team. A Smile Pretty Cure! spinoff.

Mirror🪞Mirror, Pretty Cure

My second fancure team. Everyone is the twintailed girl.

Mod6

A post apocalyptic magical girl team.

Ojamajo Doremi NEW!

A remake of Ojamajo Doremi.

Ojamajo Jin

An Ojamajo Doremi spinoff. Also known as Magical RoRuZaTe.

Mahou Shonen Mimikie

A robot hero based magical boy series.

Tokyo Mew Mew NYC

A team of mew mews all the way from New York City!

The boys and Soph were all sitting in the Arrivals area at Heathrow Airport, Soph and Liam bouncing impatiently. Soph had gotten herself a coffee from Dean & DeLuca - the golden coffee cart that could be found nowhere else other than the Upper East Side of New York - and a box of cookies from Millie’s Cookies and now, that all seemed like a bad idea, because there was the possibility she was going to be sick with excitement. Rose was arriving in London. “Told you not to have that much sugar.” Harry sang irritatingly, making Soph smack him on the shoulder, still bouncing. “That’s what you get for not listening to your genius best friend.” “Hazza, shut up.” Liam muttered, just as bouncy as Soph. Rose had never managed to make it to the London Olympics, much to her chagrin and although her parents had decided to go to England to trace back some family, by that point, Rose had already moved to Sydney. So Rose arriving was a pretty big deal. “You know, I’m still in awe that we have our own special place to wait.” Soph said randomly, glancing around the small office overlooking the arrivals lounge below. “Aw, feel famous, honey?” Niall smiled. “No.” Soph murmured. “No, I just feel like somebody wants to assassinate me. This glass is bulletproof, right?” “Bulletproof glass won’t protect you from somebody shooting you from inside.” Zayn smiled falsely, glancing up from his BlackBerry to glower in Soph’s direction. “Do you think you could keep your egocentric and pointless ramblings to yourself?” “Do you think you could shove your head up your ass?” Soph asked sweetly, both of them looking disgustedly at each other before turning away. It had been a week since movie night. Harry driven Soph home - she’d fallen asleep in the car - and interrogated her outside her own home for an hour about what had happened with Zayn. Satisfied with knowing it was nothing but Soph “being Asian”, as she put it, Harry had left it alone and told the boys. However, the boys weren’t entirely convinced. Whilst Zayn was acting even worse than before - at least before last week, Zayn had barely said a word in front of Soph, now shutting him up was the goddamn problem - and insulting Soph at any given opportunity, with Soph taking no prisoners, it was an outright war. Liam just shook his head at them and smiled at the most, with Louis protesting that clearly Harry was being lied to. Niall was as nice as ever. “Hey, is that my brother?” Soph muttered to herself, garnering a glance from Zayn. She leant over and saw, indeed, one of her step-brothers, sidling away with a skanky bleached blonde. “It is my brother! What a tramp.” Maybe it was something to do with the fact that Zayn had younger sisters, or just that insulted Soph was becoming  a pastime, but  Zayn rounded to her. “Hey, do your big brothers know you hang out with a group of guys all day?” Zayn suddenly asked, sounding accusing. “They’re my step brothers, big difference.” Soph muttered, more to herself, before glancing irritatedly over her shoulder to look at Zayn. Him and his stupid varsity jacket. How was it that he wasn’t cold in that? The office was freezing. Just like his heart, Soph supposed, especially judging by the way he hadn’t kissed Dianna back properly when Soph had walked in on them. “And no, as far as I’m concerned, they have nothing to do with me.” “They’re still your big brothers.” Zayn said angrily, imagining his sister lying to him about her whereabouts. “I don’t need to know your entire family history and I don’t care, but you shouldn’t lie to them.” “Meet them one day and have this discussion with me.” Soph told him, incredulous. “And don’t start projecting your brotherly Asian bullshit on me just because you feel guilty that you’re not around in Bradford enough to bully your own younger sisters, ‘kay?” Zayn seethed at that. What did Soph know about Zayn’s relationships with his sisters? Or anything else about him, for that manner? Niall and Liam both believed that there was something building between Soph and Zayn, though they were unsure as to what. With Zayn having a girlfriend and Soph being... Well, Soph, it was unlikely anything would happen. But that didn’t explain why they... Bounced off of each other so well. Even when they insulted each other, it seemed to work, though neither boy dared to say it, for fear of Soph killing them. And the conversation they’d just had - which Zayn had sufficiently ended by only glowering at Soph in response, making her haughtily turn back to the window - was only proof. “People are coming out!” Soph gasped, Liam practically falling over himself to stand beside her. They had their noses practically pressed against the nose, Liam ignoring the confused looks from family waiting below and even the odd teenage fan squinting and looking up at them, wondering whether to dare to believe Liam was in the same building. Soph and Liam stood there, waiting eagerly to see Rose’s face. But as the small groups of people slowly began to thin out and with no sign of Rose, both of them visibly slumped. Soph and Liam looked miserably at each other, feeling dejected. Harry was wrestling Louis for some strange reason and Niall was comparing BrickBreaker scores with Zayn on their BlackBerries. Nobody else seemed to care as much. Maybe she’d gotten stuck at customs? Or had missed her flight? “Why do you both look so grumpy?” Soph and Liam gasped and turned to the door, to find Rose smiling broadly at them. “You didn’t ship me all the way from across the world for this, did you?” Screaming ensued. And yes, that included Liam.

. . .

By the time they got back to the 1D house, Soph could already see the connection between Liam and Rose. Although Soph and Rose had hugged and screamed repeatedly, they’d spoken briefly in the ladies toilets and had decided to test the waters with Liam. Would it be awkward? Would it be easy? Would it be sincere? Well, they were finding out. Liam and Rose had been sitting outside in the garden for nearly two hours now, despite the freezing cold weather. So far, every time Soph had snuck a peek, they’d been laughing happily.  Niall and Louis had decided it would be a nice idea to go out for a meal, to welcome Rose; because Rose was so close to Soph, she’d decided to come early, to spend time with her before she set off with the boys on tour. There was a warm-up show later that night and Rose and Soph had complimentary tickets. Soph smiled as she watched Liam say something charmingly, making Rose laugh and blush slightly. Excellent. The more Liam worked his charm, the better. Soph would like to say she wanted whatever was best for Rose - which she did - but not unconditionally. Ryan was too... Soph wasn’t sure, but getting to know Liam, she liked the idea of them together. Something about it... Just... Fit. There were other members of the band Soph thought Rose would fit better with, but that was beyond the point. Soph, still smiling, wandered aimlessly into the kitchen, bored and looking for something to munch. Wherever they decided on going to eat, by the time they booked the table and actually got there, she would have passed out from hunger. Soph was constantly eating and wasn’t ashamed of it. She could have a whole meal now and an hour later, eat everything on her plate as if she’d been starved all day. One minute, Soph had opened the fridge in the empty kitchen and by the time she’d plucked out a nice, bright red apple, the next she was closing the fridge door and found Zayn throwing grapes into his mouth. Upon seeing Soph, Zayn quickly looked at her surprised face, a grape bouncing off of his nose and onto the floor. “Well, this is awkward.” Soph muttered to herself, before going to leave. “Soph, wait!” Soph stopped and turned slowly, her eyebrows furrowed in suspicious confusion as Zayn watched her uncomfortably. “If you tell me I’m not allowed this apple, I’ll throw it at you.” Soph informed him callously. For a moment, it looked like Zayn was about to argue with her; but he let it go. “I just wanted to apologize.” Zayn muttered quietly, feeling his cheeks heat up. Soph wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “I’m sorry?” “I said, I just wanted to apologize.” Zayn sighed, clearly annoyed. “I shouldn’t have said what I did about your brothers, it’s none of my business.” “Damn right it isn’t.” Soph snapped, still feeling defensive... But realizing he was being genuine. Huh. The mighty Zayn Malik showing humility? Maybe the world had stopped spinning. “Did one of the boys set you up to this so I’d behave later?” “Actually...” Zayn attempted a half, sheepish smile, though it came out more as a grimace. “My younger sister. She was messaging me when I was talking-” “Arguing.” Soph corrected. “- talking to you.” Zayn ignored her. “I was going on about how you don’t know anything about my relationship with my sisters and she said that the same thing could be said about you.” Soph stared at Zayn blankly for a moment. That was... Unexpected. “Well, your sister clearly got the brains of the family.” Soph said suspiciously, her narrowed eyes focused on Zayn’s awkward face. What... Even. “Apology accepted. And I suppose I should be offering you one?” Zayn fought a smile and it threw Soph so much, she almost dropped her apple. “Apology accepted, Soph.” Zayn told her wryly, freaking Soph out even more. Had Zayn had a brain transplant? Bumped his head and was therefore currently suffering from concussion? Dying and ticking “making Soph paranoid” off his bucket list? “Who threatened you?” Soph demanded, biting her apple slowly, her narrowed eyes not leaving Zayn’s as she bit loudly into her apple with a crunch. “Or were you replaced by an alien? Do you come in peace? Not that I’d believe you if you said you were, Zayn’s body is automatically wired to maim me upon sight, I’m sure.” Zayn rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Soph, I’m taking my little sister’s advice.” Zayn huffed. “Can’t you see I’m trying?” “Not really.” Soph admitted. “My sister said I should be nicer to you, because you’re still someone’s sister, too.” Soph snorted at that. Such Asian way of thinking. How false, too. No girl would think of that because any girl with older brothers - ah, there it was. Clearly, Zayn’s sister was trying to get rid of her own overbearing big brother. Not that Soph could blame her. It was a relatively good plan, she could almost appreciate it if it didn’t mean Zayn temporarily losing all contact with reality. “And you are one of Harry’s best mates, I could at least try.” Soph hmphed, not impressed. It was all lies. “Oh, for God’s sake, Soph, just nod your head and pretend to agree so I can tell my sister I give a crap for her psychoanalysis.” Zayn sighed, running his hand through his spiky, prepared hair. Soph mentally wondered if he’d ever put so much hairspray in, that when he’d ran his hand through his hair, it had gotten stuck. Or at least sticky. “Soph, Jesus, just say fine!” “Fine!” Soph yelled defensively, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly, like she always did when... Well, when she felt awkward. How strange this all was. Soph was still sure it was some kind of prank, but for the life of her, couldn’t work out what it could be. “Whatever! Your mental deficiency has had a lapse in its aggression, you’re at least a relatively bearable person for about five minutes!” “See, was that so hard?” Zayn demanded, folding his arms over his chest. Soph looked at him in disgust. “Shut up and leave while you still have my blessing to be alive.” Soph muttered, skulking out of the kitchen before he could say another word. What utter fuckery. Zayn watched her go, releasing an angry breath and running his hand through his hair again, stopping halfway so as not to ruin it. He’d only done his hair this morning because of the concert later and he knew he wouldn’t have the patience to do it then. Urgh. Waliyha had made it sound like a much better idea than it truly was to attempt niceties with Soph. What was it about her that irritated her so much? Maybe it was the fact she was so completely oblivious to the effect she had amongst people, Zayn included. She came out with the strangest, randomnest things; like what she’d said about bulletproof glass earlier, for instance. She was just so... Different. Not to mention how clueless she was about... Well, generally everything. I mean, was Zayn supposed to know that she hadn’t been sleeping with Harry? He’d seen Soph enough times with her legs sprawled across Harry’s lap, oblivious to the fact that it was a potential turn-on (and judging by the pained look on Harry’s face, it had been) or even that to any onlooker, it would look much more than friendly comfort. And then a few days later, she was telling Zayn she hadn’t even kissed a boy before! That had been a surprise. Soph just seemed so... Not confident, but at ease around the boys and Zayn was sure it wasn’t just with them; she had to be comfortable around men in general to be comfortable around the 1D guys. The sad thing was, he didn’t even doubt what Soph had said. She radiated that stupid, blatant, naive truth about her. It grated on Zayn’s nerves. Didn’t she understand she was making trouble for herself? For goodness sake, Zayn was one of Harry’s closest friends and he’d doubted Harry’s word that Harry and Soph weren’t sleeping together, imagine what anybody else would think! And then there was the fact that Soph was from the same background as Zayn, too. Now, Zayn wasn’t the most religious person in the world and from the little Zayn knew of Soph, she wasn’t either - exempt when she’d muttered a quick prayer for Zayn’s grandfather, which Zayn refused to think about. But despite that, Zayn still felt... Uneasy. Like when Soph had reminded him that he was meant to have quit smoking. He had, but he’d been feeling stressed and given in that day - yet as soon as she’d said it, Zayn had felt ashamed for “succumbing to the temptation”. Which was ridiculous, because Zayn barely knew Soph and for all he thought about her being judgemental, ultimately, she couldn’t have been that much because she had no problem at all with any of the 1D boys or anything they ever did or told her, or their faults. Even when Soph had bumped into Dianna and Zayn making out in the hallway; she hadn’t seemed judgemental of what Zayn was doing, but more of Dianna in general. If it had been any other girl, Zayn would have simply put it down to jealousy, but this was Soph, for goodness sake. She hated Zayn anyway, so what difference did it make if she didn’t like Dianna? Zayn shook his head. Whatever. Not only did Zayn not want to think about that excruciatingly painful moment when he’d been so caught up in the embarrassment of being caught kissing Dianna (and clearly being too stunned to enjoy it, like he was meant to), that he’d forgotten that the entire reason Soph had gone upstairs in the first place was to change and not just for dramatic effect, but his relationship troubles in general. God, that had been awkward. Zayn could feel himself turning red even thinking about it. Not to mention Dianna’s sudden appearance and the neediness Zayn had emitted to Soph beforehand. How pathetic. Zayn wanted to bash his head against the wall. Why couldn’t he be naive and uncaring and simply announce that Soph’s totally whack behaviour was down to a secret crush she had on him? Many, many moons ago, that’s what he would have done. But he couldn’t now; he’d seen Soph around enough, before they’d even spoken for the first time properly last week, acting just as short-tempered and... Boyish as ever. It wasn’t fair to her to say she liked Zayn when it wasn’t true. And what about the conversation they’d had outside of the house? Zayn hadn’t been furious because she’d hit a nerve, but because he’d seen her wince as she spoke about who Harry would choose. She was trying to act infallible in front of him and for what? It was fucking pathetic and stupid. What point was she trying to make? Zayn groaned, loudly. Damn his maturity. Soph, on the other hand, had paced into the lounge and slumped down next to Niall, who was reciting the entire Nando’s menu for Louis, who was trying to work out what to order (apparently, they were going to Nando’s. Big surprise) and how quickly he could write it all down in under a minute. Soph felt utterly lost. Just... What the fuck? What the Hell did Zayn’s sister have anything to do with Soph? Soph tried to put it down to wish fufilment. Zayn clearly wished he had a reason to piss Soph off even more, or annoy her, only on a more mature level and had somehow convinced himself that his little sister had set him forth on his strange quest to pretend to be nice to Soph. What, was she going to find caviar in her clothes bag the next time she came to chill? Marmite mixed in her peach and pear juice? Her work bag stuffed with Harry’s socks? “Soph, honey, what’re you going to be eating?” Louis asked Soph, breaking her train of thought - and thankfully. Soph shook her head. What the Hell was she doing, analyzing Zayn? For goodness sake, the guy was crazy! End of! What was the point of wasting her time scrutinizing his intentions when she knew they weren’t honourable anyway? He only wanted to poison her and get rid of the body without getting caught by one of the guys. “Don’t be shy, now.” “Double chicken fillet burger with pineapple, medium spice and extra mayo and chips.” Soph replied without hesitation. Niall wasn’t the only one who had a Nando’s obsession. “Make sure you order the bottomless drinks, I like mixing mine, remember?” “And the ice cream.” Niall nodded. “I hope it’s banana this time, that’s the best flavour.” Soph nodded in agreement, biting more of her apple. All of this trouble for an apple. What a waste. “Soph, what was the drink I mixed last time that tasted disgusting?” “Fanta and Coke.” Soph told him through a mouthful of apple, covering her mouth with a hand as she spoke. “The unholiest of all fizzy drink mixes.” Niall nodded gravely in agreement. It was just then that Liam and Rose entered the room from the garden, shutting the conservatory door behind them. Soph took one look at Rose’s flustered face and Liam’s small smile and fought back a grin. Soph and Liam’s eyes met and she shot him a quick wink of appreciation. Clearly, Liam had began work on his feminine wiles. They all left for dinner then, their table at Nando’s already booked. They had a nice, spacey booth in the back, one of Niall’s usual waiters already waiting for them with a tray of glasses. “Right, who wants what?” Soph asked the others, pulling Liam up with her. “I’m doing mixed drinks, Liam’s taking usuals.” “I’m not having anything from the machine, thanks.” Zayn told Liam, his eyes sweepingly meeting Soph’s. They deliberately avoided each other’s gaze because of the just general... Weirdness... Going on there. “I’ll grab something from the counter when we order.” “They only sell alcohol there.” Soph frowned. “Did you want juice or something instead? Personally, I don’t trust the juice here, it’s overpriced and watery and it’s next to the liquor, which I personally believe to radiate liver-destroying waves.” Zayn just stared blankly at her. He had been planning to buy a beer. Zayn very rarely drunk alcohol, what with the religious limitations and just because the morning-after headache his previous binges as a youngester had brought on were particularly hard to forget, but after the day Zayn was having - including Dianna’s strange behaviour, Doniya’s marriage problems, Liam freaking out over Rose’s arrival and Soph’s general retardation, Zayn thought he deserved to cut loose a little. He’d given up drinking a while back and if he was being honest, he had been planning on doing it to simply defy Soph. What difference did it make to him if she didn’t like something she did? He didn’t need to feel guilty because of her, she barely knew him! “I’ll have a Coke mixed with Sprite.” Zayn cleared his thought awkwardly. “Thanks.” “Surprisingly good choice.” Soph muttered suspiciously. “Niall, I already know about you, Harry, you’re a loser-” “Oi!” Harry protested. “- and Rose.” Soph shook her head at her friend. “I’ll mix your drink for you and then take you to the machine. If I do it all at once, your brain might explode at its awesomeness.” Soph glanced at Liam. “They FRIDGE their drinks in Australia.” “What nonsense is that?” Niall muttered, aghast. Soph nodded sadly him, Zayn raising his eyebrows and trying not to laugh at what half the people at the table found genuinely saddening. Harry was the only other person that looked lost. Soph and Liam went over to the drinks stand. “So...” Soph murmured, nudging Liam playfully and watching Rose over the drinks. She was laughing with Louis and Niall about something. “What happened in the garden earlier?” “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Liam grinned. “Nooo, Liam, you have to tell me, I have to tell you if it would’ve worked or not!” Soph hissed, placing Niall’s mix on the side. “Please, please, please?” “Okay.” Liam laughed, turning to me. “I told her she was even more beautiful in person-” “Cliche, but okay in context.” Soph nodded. “- stopped her from falling and then we both ended up just looking at each other-” “Definite bonus!” “- and then when she managed to stammer Ryan’s name, I told her that she was still here with me though and I was still holding onto her.” Liam told Soph triumphantly. “High five me!” Soph shrieked happily and did so, congratulating Liam on his “smooth moves”. They both went back to the table and Soph decided to move seats, sitting next to Harry, so she could watch Liam and Rose more easily. The downside of that meant, of course, that Zayn was opposite her, but Soph knew that as soon as her burger arrived, she wouldn’t care. After the meal - which consisted of Rose being charmed by Liam, Zayn staring in awe at Soph’s ability to eat her own body weight in chicken and Harry, Louis and Niall seeing how many chips with Nando’s powder they could shove into their mouths without tearing up, Zayn and Soph both cheering them along (though not together, mind), they headed to the concert venue. Rose and Soph were ushered in first, the loud screams of fans heard through the thick wooden doors as the boys stepped out of the car to greet them. It was a flurry of activity before the concert and time moved so quickly, the girls barely had time to wish the boys luck before they rushed onstage. Liam kissed Rose on the cheek with a cheeky grin before running to his position on the dark stage, Rose getting various taps and high-fives and nods from the others. Soph, having been to a fair few One Direction concerts when she had the time - for work, for Harry, because she was bored and she could, because Adam and her liked raving to What Makes You Beautiful - had her own ritual with the boys. Rose watched, grinning excitedly, as Soph participated in three extremely complicated looking handshakes with Liam, Niall and Louis before they ran onstage. Harry high-fived her with a grin, before hugging her tightly. “Good luck, hun.” Soph beamed at him, feeling proud of her best friend. Harry grinned and briefly squeezed Soph’s hand, too light to cause discomfort, but with enough pressure to let her know he appreciated her; having Soph nearby kept Harry’s pre-stage jitters down and it felt good to know that he had somebody solid, constantly cheering him on, no matter what. Harry and Soph didn’t have the awkwardness that some best friends did; the whole boy-girl drama. They’d established their boundaries long ago and even if Harry flirted with Soph, unabashed, and Soph accidentally gave Harry erections when she bounced to a song on his lap, they were close because they knew they loved each other. They loved each other, they pulled strength from each other and most of all, they had each other’s backs. With a salute to Rose and Soph, a brief nod in  Rose’s direction, Harry ran onstage to his place. “Oh my God, you’re being so calm about your first-” Soph stopped to see Rose looking at Zayn, who was watching the girls awkwardly. Soph’s face clouded over. “Oh. Um. Good luck.” Soph muttered awkwardly. Zayn had never been a part of her ritual; they’d been happy ignoring each other. Why the Hell would they start now? “Thanks, but I was just fixing my mic...” Zayn mumbled, Soph and Zayn avoiding each other’s eyes again. “Uh, hope you like the performance, Rose!” Zayn smiled in Rose’s direction and Soph bit back a noise of contempt. “Soph.” Zayn nodded awkwardly, before running onstage, slapping Harry on the back as he went past him onstage. That was when the backstage fangirling started. It wasn’t Soph’s first backstage concert, but it was her first backstage concert with Rose and the fact it was a One Direction concert made it even better within itself. They held hands, squealed and jumped about as the lights for the crowd dimmed and music began to play. “Oh my God, I can’t breathe!” Rose shrieked excitedly, clutching Soph’s hand. “Oh my God, Liam today, did he tell you?” “Maybe.” Soph said slyly, squeezing Rose’s hand as a spotlight fell on each boy.. “Oh my God, that was so awkward with Zayn just now, I don’t even know. I feel like he’s constantly looking down on the fact I don’t mind Harry hugging me.” “Whatever, try and disguise le sexual tension.” Rose waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, I know you- ” Both girls froze and turned to the stage and the little screen beside the door, showing them from the audience’s perspective. The introduction of What Makes You Beautiful began to play. And that was when the heavy fangirling started; and that included lots and lots and LOTS of screaming.

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