#and I'm generally frugal so it works out
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Kinda going off of your whole process behind matchups, but what do you think the ideal personality would be for some of the survivors (Alice, Norton, Eli, Naib, or whoever else you choose!) Like, what would they want/need in a partner? I feel like some of them could work well with a variety of personality types tbh…
Anyways, keep up the good work!
I don't want to give EVERYTHING way 🤭so these are a bit short. I'm also not super familiar with Alice yet, so her's are a bit more superficial. Added Andrew!
Norton
-HAS to be with someone who respects his alone-time. He does better with someone who’s overall not that clingy, but at the very least you need to be able to let him go when he says he needs space. When he asks for that, it’s largely because he’s nervous about hurting you when he’s not fully in control of his emotions.
-He can’t be with someone rich. If he was, there’s a very good chance he doesn’t have genuine feelings for them. There is a small exception to this in the manor, because it’s something of an equalizer and money doesn’t help anyone here. But outside? Norton (Aus excluded) is always going to be a frugal thrift-er, and he’d be easily annoyed by someone who blows their money like it grows on trees.
-He does better with fellow introverts too. He can do group stuff sometimes, but he prefers intimate, not-noisy environments. He’s spent most of his life alone so big events, public activities, and big social groups just feel foreign to him.
Naib
-The main thing for Naib is you not being a nosey nancy. Especially outside of the manor, he needs a partner who isn’t going to ask questions about what he does for work. He brings home the bacon and that’s got to be enough for you.
-It’s also better for him to be with someone who doesn’t mind his paranoid protectiveness. As much as he wants you to stay out of his business, he wants to be IN yours. Not to be controlling, but so he’s always prepared to come running if something happens. He can live without this trait in a partner, but it will be a constant point of tension if you don’t like it.
-Otherwise, Naib can get along with just about anyone who treats him decently. He sees the appeal in several personality types.
Eli
-Eli also works with many different types of people! He’s a very patient and calm man who makes and effort to understand everyone’s actions and opinions. The only people I straight-up can’t see him being with are those who intentionally try to bring out negative emotions as tests or pranks. He enjoys some light teasing, but if you try to rile him up or make him jealous, he’s just going to disengage from you because that’s blatantly unkind. He wants to foster good-vibes only with his partner.
-He does very much like skinship, though, so it’s best if his partner likes both giving and receiving Physical Touch as a love language.
-He’s a lot more likely to be sweet on someone who’s kind and generous. And he’s very intuitive, so he knows when this is genuine…if you’re faking it to manipulate/get in his good graces.
Alice
-As a journalist, she needs a partner who can keep their mouth shut. Like, you’re more than welcome to gossip TO HER. But she literally pays her bills by being nosey, and exclusivity of information is part of that. So don’t share things you learn from her…but DO share things you learn from others with her.
-She’s brave to a fault. Like Alice sometimes genuinely does not sense danger sometimes, so she would appreciate a partner who looks out for her when she can’t do it herself.
Andrew
-You have to be open-minded and nonjudgemental. He’s been treated poorly most of his life because of how he looks, and if he sees you treating other people with similar backstories well, his opinion of you skyrockets. (even though he won’t make it known for some time.) If you gossip to him about other people’s superficial stuff, kiss your relationship goodbye.
-Does best with someone patient and intuitive. He’s defensive and has an attitude, sometimes even without meaning to. He requires a lot of grace as far as overlooking the shit he says. His verbal communication will improve with time, and he will apologize for any slipups as his trust in you grows, but you have to be able to wait out the road bumps first.
-He also does better with a fellow introvert than an extrovert. For friendships, it doesn’t matter, but for a romantic partner he has more insecurities and concerns about you leaving him for someone else. If you like to spend a lot of time with other people, like being the center of attention, or feed on other’s approval, Andrew will have a harder time reigning in those thoughts that he’s not important to you.
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jupiter vs. saturn: taurus
jupiter
they are more generous. jupiter always brings with it kindness and warmth, and when it moves into taurus, it brings generosity and a desire to share. it's true that when times are hard, the native can close off somewhat and become more frugal, but generally speaking, they are at their happiest when they are able to share, and in fact, this desire helps drive them forwards in life.
they are lazier. speaking of drive, jupiter in taurus is a placement that can easily become complacent and start to go along with the status quo for an easy life. taurus is always hardworking, but it has a tendency to undervalue itself, while jupiter is usually on the opposite end of the spectrum. the native doesn't like to get their hands dirty unless it feels worth it to them.
they have a keener eye for beauty and luxury. jupiter, being eclectic and extravagant, meets taurus, who knows beauty when they see it. they are often collectors of something, and really value a clean and comforting home. they work hard to make their home a place that feels relaxing and luxurious, and sometimes they place a lot of importance and self-worth on the state of their homes.
saturn
they are more frugal. saturn has a tendency towards being miserly, and with taurus already being a cautious sign, the native can have a hard time letting go of things, and may be quite insecure about their finances and belongings. while this sounds like a miserable way to live, there is a positive to it, which is that they are often very thrifty, creative and have a "make do and mend" attitude to life.
they are less secure in themselves and their financial situation. taurus already struggles with security and self worth, so with saturn here, there can be a lot of anxiety and a very restrictive attitude towards wealth and possessions. they may have grown up in a financially insecure home or feeling very out of place financially among their peers, and security in their value as people and their personal assets is something they will have to work to develop over time.
they are more practical. i touched on this previously, but saturn in taurus is a placement that reminds me of my great grandparents' generation, who grew up during world war ii. they grew up under rationing and so were incredibly self sufficient, learning to make, mend, grow and reuse everything. i'm trying not to erase how traumatic it was to live during those times, but i think that saturn in taurus embodies a sustainable attitude towards material possessions.
both
both placements are materialistic. they are not necessarily greedy or miserly with it , but they both seek security and comfort, and are generally happy to share it out. they work hard and want to see and feel the results of their efforts, whether that's high-quality food grown in their own garden, a well-earned promotion at work, or fancy shoes every now and then. they thrive in an environment where earning rewards is a positive and healthy experience.
both placements are hard working and goal-oriented. with their feet planted firmly on the ground, both jupiter and saturn in taurus have a steady work ethic and a lot of drive to achieve their goals. they are grounded, and good at focusing and organising themselves in order to align to what they really want from life.
they are both prone to complexes about their worth. that being said, they can get distracted by what they feel they are "supposed" to achieve in life, and this dissonance can leave them feeling insecure and confused about themselves and their place in the world. taking time to reflect on why they feel they need to achieve certain things, and whether or not that lines up with their own wants and needs, can be helpful here.
they both have good financial sense. while jupiter can sometimes spend impulsively and saturn can be overly frugal, both placements are generally clever and cautious when it comes to money. they both like to have savings, though with different motivations; jupiter wants to have savings so they can spend without worry and share their wealth around, while saturn likes to save to alleviate their anxieties around the future and potential insecurities.
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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Shot for Shot ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
Wriothesley x GN!Reader
Work has been difficult lately and you suggest unwinding with your boss with some drinks... specifically a drinking game and some shots.
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It took a moment for the liquor to settle when you set the shot glass down. Wriothesley smirked, arms crossed as he shot you a look of incredulity. You draped your uniform coat over the couch, getting more comfy as you settled in but on edge as the warden stared at you.
"Alright, so," You began, taking a seat and gathering your thoughts as you spoke. "We're going to play a game until you think you've drunk enough to relax."
"You know, you have work tomorrow," The duke smirked, "I shouldn't condone one of my guard drinking on a work night. Though, I suppose, I don't have any real control over you outside of work."
"Thinking of backing out on me?"
"...Not yet." You couldn't help but smile. The Duke picked up his shot, dwelling on potential topic of conversation but then put his shot down. Him doing so stopped you from even grabbing yours. "Let's play a game... to take the edge off."
"Hey, as long as I can unwind. I'm game... what did you have in mind, Your Grace-"
"Wriothesley, please," He insisted, "I might black out in my office tonight and if you're going to be here with me then we might as well be on a first name basis." You couldn't help but agree with that , nodding quickly. You told him your name and you could feel him relax. He already knew your name. He wouldn't have drank with just anyone after all but he said nothing. "So, here's what I'm thinking... I tell you something about me... you guess if it's true or false. If you're wrong, take a shot."
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to be far more drunk than you after this?"
"Mmm, maybe. I don't handle alcohol very well," Wriothesley shot you a look, crossing his legs. "...Or do I? That's your first question."
"Oh boy." You prepped yourself by grabbing your glass, already feeling the nerves hit you. "...Uh... I'm going to say that's... false."
"Actually, it's true." He gave you another self righteous smirk. "I'm quite the lightweight. That's why I don't drink often."
"Fuck," He chuckled as you knocked back your first shot. The taste made you shudder but you were starting to form a better picture of your boss in your mind. "Okay... uh... I came from a very rich family. Tru-"
"False." You winced as he answered, mostly because he was right but partly because he was so confident that he cut you off. He knew he was right, too. "You have some tendencies and habits that are generally only cultivated in more frugal households. While, I suppose, your parents could have been miserly I'm fairly confident that I hit the nail on the head."
"...Jackass." Your muttering got him to snicker, despite the content. You couldn't imagine any other scenario where you could confidently call the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide a jackass to his face. Something about that made you nervous. "Your turn."
"Right, right... So... I'm in a relationship with Neuvillette." He threw that out so casually that you almost just took it as a fact, nearly forgetting your game. You recouped your brain, staring at him and his shit eating grin.
"...False."
"That's correct." He gave you a little applause and you just rolled your eyes, your brain feeling a little fuzzy already. "I am single. You'd be surprised how many people think that's true."
"Well, I mean... He's very handsome."
"Can't argue with that."
"Alright." You slapped your hand down, determined to get him this time. You took a deep breath and your concentration kept him interested. "... You know, I was playing a drinking game last night, too... True or false." He hesitated with this one, licking his teeth and weighing his options.
"...This game was my idea... so I'm inclined to say false-"
"Nope." You smirk. His eyes widened just a fraction and he breathed a laugh as he picked up his glass. "I was reading a book and thought it might be fun to take a drink every time the author used the word 'Said'"
"Bottoms up." The duke raised his glass before his shot. You shared a laugh after he downed it, wondering how much one shot would even effect him.
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Much later into the night you had to open another bottle. You were breaking into laughing fits maybe every few minutes. How many shots were had? Who knows. Wriothesley was leaning on his elbow, failing to hold back a laugh after another wrong answer.
"Fuck, okay okay, you got me-"
"I think you've had enough." You slurred, "...We should call it a night-"
"A few more."
"You are so... dumb... okay, whatever."
"Alright...My turn right?"
"No, mines-"
"Right, Right-"
"Okay so..." You thought about it for a moment but before you could think about it the words rocketed out of your mouth. "I'm a virgin-"
"False, no fucking way." He scoffed, rubbing the corner of his eye. Your laugh afterward shocked him and he hit the table with his knee. "Bullshit-"
"I actually am-"
"No, you just want me to keep drinking. You are waaay to hot to be a virgin." That little compliment warmed your cheeks but you didn't entirely register it... or your answer for that matter.
"You know what, sometimes hot people are virgins, it happens-"
"Not me-"
"False-"
"That wasn't my question, shut up-"
"Your grace-"
"I literally just told you that you're hot, don't call me that." He pouted. You poked his cheek, which just made you both laugh. " My turn... True or False... You... think I'm hot too."
"...How would you know the answer to that?"
"... 'm pretty confident... Sooooo?"
"....Yeah... I mean, true, whatever-"
"Knew it." He took another shot, spilling a bit on the way. You weren't even sure why he took a shot but you followed suit anyway. "...Ugh, I... I need some sleep."
"I don't think Ican.. um..."
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"You should really watch your drinking." Your coworker scolded, her hands on her hips as she had you in a dark crevice in the Fortress. You don't remember going back home after work. You don't remember anything after a certain point. You absolutely remember the hangover you woke up with and the quick trip to the doctor before your shift.
"Don't lecture me-"
"I AM going to lecture you. You're very lucky the Duke is sick and can't see you like this." Sick, yeah right. You smirked, knowing the real reason he was confined to his office. "I don't know what you're trying to forget but you need to be more responsible-"
"Duke wants you in his office." A third guard came out of nowhere and almost startled you upright. Your friend just groaned.
"See, now he wants to see you. he probably heard you're hung over. Go on, go and see if he's going to fire you this time."
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While other guards were worried watching you make the trek you entered the office calm as ever. Guards were whistling the death march at you as you entered. The door closed and you climbed the stairs silently.
Wriothesley came into view, leaning on his hands on his desk. When he felt your presence, he looked up. You positioned yourself in front of his desk, staring at one another for a moment. His eyes were sunken and he was gripping his head to try and ease his pain.
"....You look like shit, Your Grace-" He broke out into a laugh, regretting it as his head pounded harder. You held back your laugh, thankful that move didn't get you yelled at. "....I'm fired, right?"
"No.... you aren't getting rid of me that easily." The duke resorted to rubbing the side of his head. "I just invited you because I figured you were also suffering... Sigewinne is making smoothies. While the taste might be between paint thinner and Hirlichurl snot, the smoothie should make you feel better after a few minutes. Plus, if I have to drink it then you're going down with me."
"Of course, Your grace." Your soft smile actually caught him off guard. He felt his cheeks grow warm. "...How are you feeling?"
"Like I let a gardemek get a few free pop shots in... You?"
"My head will explode if I hear anything above a whisper." You both smiled, memories of last night amusing and embarrassing you. "...I hope this doesn't turn you away from drinking after a tough work day."
"I won't do it often... but... I would like to do it again... only with you. Maybe, oh I don't know... this weekend? Over dinner?" You thought about that for a moment, puffing out a chuckle.
"...Why does this sound like it's a date?"
"Because it is, genius." Wriothesley's little snap made you laugh, which he took as a good sign. "...Sooo... That's a yes?"
"...We'll see how I feel after one of Sigewinne's milkshakes."
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Disability-Friendly Prosperity Magic
So let's face it, those who are disabled have a hard time with money in general, either from being unable to work or not having a steady, strong source of income. Sometimes we can monetize our hobbies, admittedly at a limited capacity (some less or more than others).
From our relationship with money, money mindsets, and income streams, it's hard. That's not to shame anyone, either. Some overspend to cope, while others are incredibly frugal.
In this post, I will review some resources, tips, and tricks for the struggling disabled witch.
The Mundane Before Magical
Step one is to make a budget and track your expenses. I'm serious. Sit down, look at where your money is going, and decide on a budget that you can realistically stick to. I use the 50/30/20 rule as a budget, which is 50% Needs, 30% Wants, and 20% Savings. However, I recently switched wants and savings around so I can save for a trip.
Now I do not want you to worry about a big fancy budget method. I don't want you to overthink it. Here is a resource (Canada, but it can be used in the USA) to start one. Focus on your needs like housing, utilities, basic clothing, food, etc. Then go into wants and entertainment, and finally, savings. I suggest you put any debt payoff into the needs category if you have any debt. You do not want a blow to your credit report.
Now do you have any financial goals? Going back to school? Debt payoff? A trip? Even a big medical trip coming up? Here is a resource (Canada, but it can be used in the USA) that can help you create a goal and a plan to pay this off.
Savings, please, your SAVINGS. It is vital to have an emergency fund. Job loss? Death? Vet bills? Children? Dentist? You better believe that piles up. It is recommended if you are single to have at least 3 months of income saved up, with a child and single at least 6 months. Married on two incomes, the same amount. Married with one income, it is recommended without children at least 6 months saved up and with children 9 months. It is vital you have the means to take care of yourself if an emergency strikes. It is never recommended that money be stopped from being put into these accounts.
If you are in debt, look at your debt relief options. Sometimes there are services out there that can advocate for you regarding debt. They will help you develop a plan, understand the relief options, sign documents with you, and develop a credit rebuilding program. These services are out there; even if they are paid, they can help you pay off some of your debt, especially credit card debt.
Educate yourself on investing, basic investing, and financial literacy, in stock markets and everything beyond. Know what kind of accounts you can hold and what could help you in your situation.
Need help applying for disability? Here's a resource for the USA (a lot can also be used for Canada).
The Magical
Upkeep a prosperity altar. Work with the spirit of money like you would any other spirit. Honour it, talk to it, venerate it. Money loves to be valued, moved, not wasted, and used in charity. Most importantly, money takes time. Money takes time to grow and build a relationship with.
This is the most important thing I've learned about money. It wants to be worked with. It's sitting there. It wants to help and aid you in ways that you need.
Work with this altar on Thursdays, incorporating the spirit of Jupiter. Jupiter rules over finances. Long steady finances, not quick finances. Jupiter rules over business, legal and all things finances. Jupiter is a slower-moving planet.
You can also incorporate the spirit of Mercury on Wednesdays along with your Jupiter workings. Mercury is a fast-moving planet, a planet for fast-moving money. However, you must build a long, steady form of finances over quick, easy cash (but sometimes you do need it right now).
You can create a money bowl and work with it on this altar, a Jupiter cashbox (I will make a future post on this), or a manifestation mirror box filled with petitions, sigils and your investment/banking information.
Fill your altar with greens and gold, imagery for wealth and abundance, pocket change, and anything else that symbolizes wealth.
Do not forget to leave offerings for your money altar. A simple glass of water can do but try to do more if you can.
Road opener workings or petition with an offering for the cross-road spirits who can unblock blockages in your way.
Final Take Away
I know this might not help everyone, but I sincerely hope this helps somebody. Financial literacy was not taught to everyone, nor were proper budgeting tips. I wanted to share what I've learned over the years as I believe it is vital information for some of the information I have collected.
Blessings
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The assiduous Kengliwa
My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum
Was slightly rushed with this one, been trying to get ideas without leaning too hard into what this creature is probably meant to be...
Jinhao shark fountain pen with a fine, hooded nib, with Monteverde Raven Noir ink, over initial pencil sketch.
As ever, reasoning under the cut…
The Kengliwa has three characteristics. The first is that they march in line, each one carrying a grain of corn in its mouth. Those who have none do not say to the others: ‘Give us some of your grain’, but follow the tracks of those who first went out to the place where they find the corn and carry it off to their nest. The Kengliwa’s second characteristic is that when it stores grain in its nest, it divides its supply in two, lest by chance it should be soaked in the winter rains, the seed germinate and the Kengliwa die of hunger. The Kengliwa’s third characteristic is that at harvest time it walks through the crop and finds out by nibbling the ears whether it is barley or wheat. If the crop is barley, the Kengliwa goes to another ear and sniffs it, and if it smells wheat, it climbs to the top of the ear and carries off the grain to its nest. For barley is food for beasts.
Okay, three core characteristics - marches in line, divides grain in two in its nest, and likes wheat, not grain. I can see how if I were to write a bestiary, and especially if I had a handy illustration beside the text, I may also be inclined to focus my writing on the behaviour of this weird critter, rather than its physical description. However, that does not help me work out even remotely what manner of animal the Kengliwa is...
...or does it? Clearly, this is a social animal, that lives in large groups. It's quite risk-averse, but most importantly, it doesn't eat barley, "For barley is food for beasts"...
Silly Kengliwa! Barley is for Beasts!
Now, generalising massively, we can categorise medieval creatures into a number of types; beasts (which live on the land), birds (which generally have feathers, and generally fly, except when they don't), serpents/reptiles (which crawl, including snakes and amphibians), fish (live in the sea) and worms (including insects). We specifically know it isn't a beast (since it turns its tiny nose up at barley), isn't a fish since it's clearly not keen on water, so its a bit of a toss up between serpent, worm or bird. We do know that it lives in a nest though, and you know what else lives in nests? Birds! Bingo!
We don't have any indicator of size, but given that each Kengliwa carries a single grain of wheat in its mouth, I've deduced that they must be pretty small; as amusing as emu-sized critters rampaging through a field would be (for me, not for the farmer...), I don't think that a creature as industrious as a Kengliwa would find carrying a single grain of wheat at a time particularly efficient unless it was pretty tiny!
For the Kengliwa has no knowledge of cultivation; it has no-one to force it do anything; nor does it act under the direction of a master, telling it how to lay in a store of food. Yet it gathers in its harvest from your labours. And although you often go hungry, it lacks for nothing. It has no locked storehouses, no impenetrable security, no piles of supplies which cannot be touched. The watchman looks on at thefts which he dares not prevent, the owner is aware of his losses but takes no revenge. They carry their booty in a black column across the fields, the paths swarming with the convoy as it passes; the grains that cannot be held in their narrow mouths in narrow parts are consigned to their shoulders. The owner of the harvest looks on and blushes with shame at the thought of denying such frugal gains won by such conscientious industry.
I'm getting slightly mixed messages from the author here - the Kengliwa gathers food from others labours, even as they go hungry, but we also have acknowledgement that what it does take is meagre, and we almost have a mote of admiration at the end. If this creature has some kind of religious symbology (and its a medieval bestiary, so changes are, yes...), it's going to be weird...
We also know that it has quite a narrow mouth (which fits with having a beak). I've drawn them carrying the grains on their shoulders/backs (supported in some cases by their wings) when they are making their way through narrow underground tunnels, and beaks when they are outside or maneuvering the grains in their vaults.
We also have a little more details about the colouration... not so useful for me with the (tiny) lineart, but it all helps!
Have a slightly confused looking farmer, observing the Kengwilas as they make off with some grain...
The Kengliwa has also learned to watch out for periods of fine weather. For if it sees that its supplies of corn are becoming wet, soaked by the rain, it carefully tests the air for signs of a mild spell, then it opens up its stores, and carries its supplies on its shoulders from its vaults underground out into the open, so that the corn can dry in the unbroken sunshine. Finally, you will never on any of those days see rain spouted from the clouds, unless the Kengliwa has first returned its supplies of corn to its stores.
Okay, we now know that they keep their grain underground... A bit weird for a bird, but not unknown (we get puffins, burrowing owls, etc, even if some of them do steal burrows from other critters).
Have some underground grain vaults! Note that one of them is higher than the other, so if the nest does get flooded, at least one of the chambers should be okay. I drew the nest in a similar style to the nest of the Rubkawat, though I wonder if these nests are lines more with roots than with twigs...
Yes, I now know more about the difference between wheat and barley than I ever hoped for!
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How can you improve your finances?
Pick a picture(1-4)
Please keep in mind that this is a general reading so not everything may resonate for you.
PILE ONE:
Cards; Page of swords, 5 of wands, 9 of cups reversed.
Being slightly detached, don't put all you eggs in one basket, so to speak. There are a lot of oppportunities coming up for you right now or soon. Try out different ventures, all the while trusting your intuition and using it as a guide, if something does not work out take it in stride and do something new. You may have many interests and you are being encouraged to pursue them. You may be ambitious, going after the next hunt and playing the game, good. Keep at it. Eventually, if you are called to settle down you will know.
PILE TWO:
Cards; 4 of pentacles reversed, The Hermit.
You may have an issue with holding on to money. What you are being asked to do is to carry out a bit of introspection on your spending habits. Why do you feel the impulse to spend the money? Are you spending the money oN things that could really benefit your life? Be a bit strict with yourself, try to spend money only on what you need or what is meaningful to you. Look into certain minimalist philososphies and how these have impacted the lives of the people who practice them, and try and see if you couLd do the same. What would you keep? What would you discard? The solution to your financial troubles would be to take a more frugal approach to your life, before anything else can be done. Some of you could also benefit by educating yourself about pernsonal finance. eg budgeting and moving away from prioritising the material world/things.
PILE THREE:
Cards ; 10 of wands, The magician.
Pile three you're feeling quite weighed down. You have a lot of financial responsibilities that you feel are holding you back from enjoying life. You have a lot of things you want to do, thats why you wanna improve your finances; you want to have a lot of new and cool experiences but the ones you've previously started before are tying you down like shackles. Pile three you have to listen to your intuition, you have a lot of energy amd talent but it has been misguided. It needs to be directed to the proper channels and careful consideration needs to be taken before you can start a new financial prospect/journey. Also, you need to tie up your lose ends so that you can have the time and energy that you need to direct into the proper channels freed up. Trust your intuition and maybe look for some signs of confirmation to find what it is you have to focus on.
PILE FOUR:
Cards; 8 of swords reversed, King of swords.
Pile four you are unsure about what to do in your situation. Some of you are doubting whether you should continue as you were in your finances, some of you are refusing to leave a situation that isn't serving you anymore and some of you are scared of success. It may be overwhelming and I'm getting the image of someone confused with no idea what to do, they are frozen, immobile. The best course of action is to cut through this state of confusion with logic. Analyse your sistuation and make a plan on paper, what are the projections? The most logical course of action is the right one to take and it is the one that will get you the results you want.
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These pictures ae not mine, I found them on pinterest!
Thank you so much for participating in this pick a card reading!!!
Please don't hesitate to tell me if it resonated, i'd truly love to know!
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OK, then, Calvin knew as much as he was going to know about Rodney's life before taking it to the next level. He was still a bit high on strawberry bubbles, and he better say something while his inhibitions were lowered.
So he asked Rodney to move in.
And that's how they headed back to Calvin's humble home in Rodney's beloved SUV.
Rodney didn't even blink. All that technocratic luxury back at the Singleton mansion was Booker's stuff. All Rodney wanted was Calvin... and some peace and quiet to work with his computers.
Calvin hoped he wasn't lying about the peace and quiet at home.
Note on this decision:
I tried out both scenarios -- moving the Riffins in with the Singletons and moving Rodney in with the Riffins. The decision turned out to be way easier than I expected.
First of all, the Singleton is estate is NOT laid out for a family. The only way I could make a place for Cornell and Chantrelle to live was by expanding the basement. That in itself was workable.
The clincher is that Rodney and Booker do NOT have a great relationship. I don't know if they started out that way or if StoryProgression didn't like their trait combination, but at the time of the move-in, the brothers are down and low acquaintance level.
One of Rodney's traits is Frugal. It's pretty easy to see that Booker's extravagance is not to his taste. When he moved in with Calvin, he fit in pretty seamlessly. When the Riffins moved in with Booker, not so much. The general feeling I get from these sims is that Rodney is eager to get out of Booker's life.
So the decision that seems easiest for the gameplay I want also turns out to be the most reasonable for the sims.
Nice when it works out that way.
OK, this seems like a nice place to take a break from the Riffins and queue some Wonderlands. I'm still playing Calvin and Co., and they will return!
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Destiny,
I have such a respect for Tom that he doesn't spend money unnecessarily rich or not. I love that he's frugal and spends his millions on the things that matter and not to cater to a lifestyle that people expect. He wants to save his millions. I think if he was showy, I wouldn't be as intrigued. He reminds me of Adam Sandler, or even Chris Evans. Chris seems to be very down to earth and not showy as well. I like that. Tom is not trying to impress anyone with his attire. He says take him at his value or keep it steppin. Plus, why buy a new suit if you already have one. Makes no sense. I can't remember the person off hand but I remember reading years ago about a celebrity who wore his wedding tux all the time, he said why not get use out of it. No need to grab something new that I only wear once or possibly a couple times. Love that.
If he and Zendaya were like other rich couples spending money all the time or trying to keep up with the Joneses I wouldn't be a fan. What keeps me interested is they both seem like they go to work in Hollywood but they don't live there kinda people.
Kudos...
Thanks Anon 🥰
Yea, I don't see anything wrong with Tom (or ANYBODY) wearing the same clothes lol. 🤷🏾♀️ Isn't that what clothes are for lol? 😅
You don't just wear them once lol. And a tux is not smthg you wear every single day, so if you break an old one out for special occasions, there's nothing wrong with that. It would be foolish (imo) to buy multiple tuxes each time you have a special event lol. That's why, most ppl just RENT them.... hello!? Rofl 🤣
Men's suits are actually quite expensive too tbh. Not that Tom has to worry about that, but I'm just talking in general.
I think ppl forget that most celebrities are just regular ppl and aren't spending money up the wazoo all the time (unless they're not smart with their money lol). Yes, they can afford certain luxuries that we can't afford, but most of the time, they don't continuously spend money on dwindling assets.
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Though most of us have only seen the posters, Edward Hopper's paintings have become icons of 20th-century American life. But what are they like in reality?
It feels as if you've always known them, the paintings of Edward Hopper. America seems unimaginable without them. Lone souls, empty sidewalks, baking brownstones, raking sunlight, the drug store at four in the morning, usherettes, clerks, the solitary salesman, hotel rooms on sluggish afternoons, heat sizzling outside, misery shut up indoors. People and places and the human condition: this is the genius (or cheap music) of Edward Hopper as everyone knows it.
Or is it? The flash of recognition, so crucial to each painting, is easily confused with familiarity. Unless you have travelled to America the chances are you may never have seen a Hopper in reality. There is only one in Britain (in a very private collection) and there hasn't been a show here in almost a generation. Even if you've seen a few originals, and survived the shock of finding them more rough-hewn and awkward than reproductions imply, and infinitely stronger, this retrospective at Tate Modern may amaze. It is a revelation in so many ways.
Reproduction shrivels Hopper. It turns his paintings into illustrations. Which, in turn, abets all the old clichés about his works: that they are theatrical tableaux, or film stills, for which you write the script, that they are enigmas waiting to be solved. Or that there is a narrative to each painting, a backstory to each loner, that can somehow be deduced from the details of clothes, props, mise en scène: a mystery fit for Hammett or Chandler.
People who write about Hopper like to float theories. The stenographer who longs to comfort her unhappily married boss in Office at Night. The once hopeful out-of-towner waiting for the bus back home in Automat. You could make a story out of any of his pictures, runs the line (a whole anthology exists, in fact, filled with just that). But I'm not sure his art needs or demands such interpretations. 'I hope it will not tell any obvious anecdotes,' fretted Hopper, with foresight, 'since none are intended.'
Take a work such as Sunday (1926). Condensed on a page, it would seem to show nothing more than a clerk in his shirtsleeves sitting on a deserted sidewalk nursing one elbow. Behind him is a shop front, before him the blank street. It seems to be morning. Perhaps he never went to bed or is forced to work Sundays; who knows? The man is a model, not a narrative.
What strikes is the painting itself, so drab in reproduction, so magical face to face. The way Hopper's sunlight pours through the window, scouring the emptiness of the shop - is there a more vacant room anywhere in art? The ambient distance it measures between the man and the world around him. The beautiful colour harmonies between shutter, boardwalk, blinds and street that shut him out, their subtlety contrasting with his brusque shirt, the only white in the picture. Everything isolates him, the lone worker, lost in thought, stark in the careless sunshine.
There are no trash cans, no signs, not even a spent butt in this image. It is pared to the bare epiphany. Elimination, rearrangement, cropping, distancing, angle: it's usual to think of Hopper in terms of cinematography. But as an editor he is on a par with Degas, and no sort of standard realist, representing the view with dogged fidelity. As Degas wrote, 'One reproduces only that which is necessary.'
Hopper studied Degas on one of the three trips he made to Paris in his youth; but the rest of his file is pretty thin. Born in 1882, the son of a dry goods salesman in Nyack, New York, he was a sometime illustrator and part-time painter who stopped painting for almost 10 years and didn't find form until his forties. Taciturn, frugal, gallingly self-contained from his wife's point of view, he lived in the same cold-water apartment in Manhattan from his marriage at 41 until his death in 1967. She was his only model.
Flipping through a book of Hopper's pictures might give the sense of lives snapped, scenes glimpsed, from the street or the El. But it would be wrong to think of him simply skimming images of strangers through windows as he rides the subway by night. Of course he caught what we catch - the freeze-frame behind glass, people who are outsiders to one another, seen from outside - but this is both more and less than he shows.
A great Hopper, in the paint, is all stillness, silence, solidity. Not the stillness of Vermeer, of stopped yet reverberating time, but a stillness all of his own: the hiatus, the lapse, the longueur, the moment between significant moments. A man staring out of the window while a girl sleeps beside him. A woman seated in the dead light of a theatre during intermission, blank as the safety curtain.
You don't hear the waves of Cape Cod in Hopper's seascapes or the cicadas in his landscapes. There are no crowds or sirens in his cities. All is silence; the mind turned in on itself, thinking, or not quite thinking, the only action. How implausible it would be to enter a Hopper and hear actual sound.
And the clock strikes 13 in any painting where motion is represented - such as the hopeless attempt at the nanny's fluttering headdress in New York Pavements. Hopper's pictures are not movies; the best of them have monumental solidity. In the architecture - his absolute gift, to make buildings as poignant and fascinating as people, if not more so; in the sunlight, pressing against houses, carpeting floors; even in the skies. Hopper's clouds never scud.
The cumulus hangs paralysed above Manhattan in Williamsburg Bridge (1928). I thought the painting would make me think of A Streetcar Named Desire - apartments rocked by incessant traffic - but it doesn't. It fairly scintillates with silence. Brownstones blaze against the pale sky: heavy stone, bright heat. Windows blink, or frown, or shutter against the light. At one of them, way up high, a trademark figure sits on the sill, on the threshold between within and without, dreaming, looking out, observing the world. Like a painter: Hopper's surrogate.
Except that this would be totally anomalous. Hopper never forces himself upon his art. There is no sense of his personality - aside, perhaps, from a steady empathy with the subjects - and any sign of his presence immediately deactivates the drama.
For there are weak paintings, even in a tremendous show like this. When the buildings become flimsy, for example, or the colour is ostentatiously over-keyed. When the woman turns into a glib dollybird, when the figures get clumsier and more caricatural in later years. When he repeats himself: all those people gazing off-stage, into another world, another life. When even the light houses face off into the distance, eyes averted. Hopper can be just too plangent.
Which feels fatal, along with everything else that limits the emotional complexity of his art, makes it seem 'expressive' of loneliness, sorrow and so forth. Such as the presence of more than one figure. Two and the scene becomes a dialogue, however mute or fractured; three and all sorts of too-obvious anecdotes present themselves, especially in the film noir works of the Forties. Even one person looking directly out of the frame, or just with a directional gaze, and the spell, the reverie, is broken.
A masterpiece such as Early Sunday Morning hasn't a single figure in it (Hopper judiciously deleted the hint of a face at a window). But it's one of the richest works he ever painted. The dawn light casting immense shadows down the long avenue, peopled only by a hydrant and a barber's pole; the intense colour of the brick facades; the many windows, with their separate characters; the hint of menace in the tall building edging into the picture. It's not portentous, like de Chirico City; it is the world seen anew as surpassingly strange and beautiful.
And crucial to its effect is the curious absence of Hopper. You see where he might have stood to make sketches but there's no sense of his watching presence; no directing of focus, attention. The corollary is also the case - that your own viewpoint is somehow vacant as well. Nobody is looking at this street, nobody is looking back: and how much more so with his paintings of people. That pensive woman in the third floor apartment? You don't think for one moment that Hopper has a ladder propped at her window; rather it's a kind of floating observation: so real, and yet like a dream.
'One was aware,' wrote a friend, 'of a slight displacement in his experience of his own person ... as when we are strange to ourselves, and become objects of our own contemplation.' That quality is crucial to the power of Hopper's art, as to the minds of his men and women. They are absorbed, abstracted, almost hypnotically disengaged from the world around them: and Hopper's gift goes outwards too. After a while you become one with them, rapt, still, solitary in your absorption as the people in these spellbinding pictures.
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hello, Gen! Tis just I, randomly suggesting: Percy has a youtube channel where he bakes. He just wants to BAKE and share recipes with people but somehow? he accidentally?? makes people fall for him?? so he got egg on his shirt ONCE and took it off on screen? could he PREDICT that people would thirst after him because of that??? no? how?
Percy didn't expect this.
He didn't even expect to be a YouTuber, to be internet famous - but to have fans? To have simps? That was something he never expected even in his wildest dreams.
He just wanted to share his experimentations, his recipes, his love for baking with the citizens of YouTube, and maybe to get by. But...
Oh, gods.
Looking at the video Annabeth sent him, he could do nothing but watch, and blush as a freaking hot Italian guy with the cutest curls started to gush about him.
A whole video of Nico di Angelo drinking wine and talking about - among other things - that one time Percy took off his shirt because he got dirty, titling the video Five Signs That You Are A Simp.
It was embarrassing.
It was kind of awesome.
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It had never been in Percy's life plan to become internet famous. Growing up, YouTubers and Influencers weren't a thing, and even when he got older, he never thought about becoming one, especially since until university, the only time he could use the internet was in the school's library.
As a child, he wanted to be an archeologist, a horse rider, an Olympic swimmer, mostly generic dreams. Over the years, he found a calling in marine biology - something he found himself pursing even when most of his teachers didn't think he had what it took to study further.
He still got his scholarship, but with saying goodbye to his mother, his life in New York, he had to say hello to his new life - his new life as a broke college student.
During his freshman year, Percy was rooming with a guy called Grover. It didn't take an hour after their first meeting to become best friends, and they stuck together over their time at college, thick as thieves, close as soulmates.
The second year, they rented an apartment together, and it was a bumpy ride to say the least.
"We have to be frugal," Grover had said. "Bye-bye, organic coffee beans," he cried as he looked over their budget.
"Mm," Percy agreed, inwardly wincing at the numbers. It wasn't like he had grew up wealthy, Smelly Gabe made sure there wasn't much money for anything but gambling and alcohol, but life as a college student, even for one with scholarship, wasn't cheap. Even without organic coffee beans.
The YouTube channel was a joke at first. Percy was working at a bakery, always complaining about not being able to experiment and use copious amounts of blue food coloring, so Grover dared him to make something edible out of five specific ingredients (plus the blue food color).
He did it.
It became a big success in their friend group.
And that dare was the start of their channel, Bluekery, where Percy had to make different desserts out of five random - chosen by Grover - ingredients people could find in their kitchen, saying that they had to capitalize Percy's talent. For the greater good.
Their first videos were embarrassing and very, very rudimentary. But they were quick learners, and as their technique for better, their channel started to grow.
It became an internet sensation when, to celebrating their silver plaque, they revealed Percy's face.
It broke the internet when Percy accidentally took off his shirt in front of the camera, forgetting that it was a live video. Three months after the incident, and people still posted and commented about his abs, and "baby seal eyes".
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"Buongiorno, ragazzi. Mi chiamo Nico, and this is the channel, where I drink wine, teach you Italian while talking about things I'm interested in."
The video started innocently enough. The guy with deep brown, enchanting eyes and lovely voice started to explain some terms in Italian, how simping worked and that contrary to popular belief, while the term is new, the situation it covers is not a modern phenomenon.
And then came the wine.
Dark, deep purple drink swirling around in a wine glass.
"Scusami, Italia, but I have to cheat on you. I got this delicious Port wine from one of my friends, and it would be a shame not to taste it. Or, you know, drink the whole bottle of it."
Taking a sip of it, eyes closed, he let out a soft moan and Percy had a ridiculous thought about whether he looked like this when he pleasured himself.
"Mm, delicious. Like Perseus Jackson without clothes."
It was fortunate that Percy wasn't eating or drinking anything, because he would have spit it out. Now he understood why Annabeth sent the video to him with an angel emoji.
And that comment was just the beginning of Percy's doom. The hot Italian with the sharpest cheekbones started to explain the five sings of simping - with himself simping for Percy as a prime example.
There was only one thing Percy could do.
It's not simping if it's not one-sided ;)
#percy jackson#nico di angelo#nicercy#percico#phoe 💕#sorry Fee for the long wait 😬#pjo ficlet#tw alcohol#pjo
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Broken Families
Gloomy, red clouds devoured and covered the entirety of the dusk sky over Towa City. The atmosphere similar to that of a warzone wasn't helped by the smoky pollution in the air caused by factories and buildings spread over the city, and the metallic smell of blood wafting everywhere.
Completely emotionless to it was a blue boy on standby, pressing on what was a black earpiece closer to his head. The boy was sat on top of an enormous mechanical robot just towering over citizens and the smaller-sized houses around it. The robot resembled that of a guerilla soldier, with a brown and sandy color scheme, and topped off as it was armed with a sniper rifle.
He was in the middle of a conversation with someone on the other side, as he fidgeted around with the joysticks on the controller for his robot that was strapped around his neck. In a passive and soft voice, he'd speak.
"Do I have to do this? There's only a couple of demons in this part of town, I really doubt it's necessary for me to have to go here myself when we could just throw a few Monokumas here and call it a day. I'd rather be spending my time disciplining that new servant we captured..."
"Are you backing out, Nagisa? Don't tell me that you don't want to get rid of those horrible, demonic adults we all hate? Monaca thinks you're acting very strangely right now..."
"N-No, it's just... I feel like this is a waste of resources..."
His voice was full of mixed emotions, from a frugality that wishes he didn't have to be using precious bullets on a single household, to the annoyance that was having to deal with smelling the stench of dirtied air, or the small, locked away part of his heart that really just doesn't want to be involved with killing people.
"All the other Warriors of Hope are happily doing their job. Masaru's been super proud of his score, y'know... you're the one with the lowest points out of all of us by far. Monaca's just giving you a chance to play the game she loves so much, Nagisa. Don't you like playing games?"
... Did his behavior and repeated indifference to what they were doing not give any hints to her? He scratched his head at that.
"Not particularly..."
"You know what? Monaca'll tell you this; if you can rack up more points than anyone today, Monaca will give you a super, duper huge reward when you get back! The greatest of all! Don't you want to save the children of this world? You have the Monokuma Kid helmets with you, right? Then all Monaca asks is that you get rid of those disgusting demons, and turn any remaining kids to our side. And if you don't, well... I'll be very disappointed in you, Nagisa."
His heart froze and his mind turned blank at those last few words. She'll be let down? Because of his selfishness and laziness to not complete a simple task such as this? When he's done it plenty of times in the past already? How dare he. He was taking her for granted.
To think that she was generous enough to even give him an apparent 'reward' if he just played along with them for once... that feeling of refusal to disappoint his princess and be praised for his hard work overwhelmed any sort of resistance that his brain had for the current situation.
"No no no, okay! I understand... Alright, I'll handle this side of the city myself. I'm already here, anyways..."
"Wonderful! That's our ever reliable sage Nagisa to you! Always ready to do his job. When you come back, Monaca will prepare a biiiiig surprise for all of us! Okay? Good luck out there!"
With the sound of the signal in his earpiece cutting off, he took a moment to collect his surroundings and relax for a bit. A sigh left his body as he eyed down the streets that he watched from up high on his trusty mech.
In the corner of his eye, he spots it...
Two demons; one male, and one female. A trail of blood following them into an alleyway. Adult-sized. The woman was clinging and using the man's shoulder to even move. They seemed to be struggling... unable to even defend themselves.
A pitiful sight. But Nagisa knew only one thing left in his head; put them out of their misery.
Pressing the stick forward and having it's gun ready and aimed, he led it to the alleyway that the two adults had cornered themselves in. He realized quickly that the mech was too large to fit and move around properly in the area, so he begrudgingly took the backpack that had the Monokuma Kids helmet inside of it and put it on himself, then dropped down with the help of the cape on the mech's back, sliding down on it's side like it was a pole before falling safely.
Arming himself with a gun that fired injection needles rather than bullets (it was still more than enough to kill people while avoiding the damage the power of a regular bullet can do with it's recoil) in his hand, he followed the bloody trail, turning a few times, before finally encountering the nameless adults.
"It's okay, it's okay... it's going to be okay. We're almost there. Just please, hold on to me a little longer..."
Those were the words Nagisa walked in on as he arrived at the scene.
The man begged as he tried to comfort the woman holding on to his shoulder, who had a dry red leaking out of her mouth. He himself was on one knee, panting from exhaustion. Now that the blue-haired boy got a closer look at them, there was a sharp wound on his ripped shirt in the pattern of a claw. Survivors of a Monokuma attack, huh?
Eyes narrowing in both disgust and suspicion, Nagisa walked closer to them, aiming his weapon at the two adults, then speaking in a cold and sadistic voice.
"You two. Don't even think of escaping. This is the end of the road for you."
"Huh?! Who's there?"
The man finally broke his attention that he tried to focus completely on the expiring woman on him, before he looked at the boy that was standing in front of him. His expression was that of anger, fear, and hatred... this was...!
"You...! You're one of those kids that's been taking over this city and causing chaos everywhere, aren't you?! Why?! Do you even see what you're doing right now?! How could you do such horrible things...? My wife is on her last legs because of you!"
"Because of me? That's comedic. You adults only have yourselves to blame. Treating children horribly, using them for your own vices, taking out your frustrations on their innocent souls... you're only now being made to be paid back for everything you've done to us."
"To you?! What have we done to you?! We were just living our lives freely, until you cane along! Why did you have to hurt people like us?"
"You don't get it, do you? Adults... demons like you are the reason this city is unsafe. You're the reason children are afraid to live with people who were meant to protect them.
"Meant to... huh?! Why you...! Listen, just listen to me, kid. Your parents... you have parents too, right? Where are your parents right now?"
... That made Nagisa lower his gun just a little. His tone grew in disdain, practically spitting out his next words.
"They're not here."
"Well, if they were... they'd be ashamed to see their kid turn into such a horrible monster!"
Nagisa's brain pulsed.
"... Excuse me?"
Unconsciously, he took a step closer to the two adults.
"Just look at you... look at what you've turned into! You had such a bright future ahead of you! You could've done so much in your life! But you've thrown it away, and for what? To hurt people? And for why?"
The grip on his gun got stronger. Another step. Closer, and closer.
"Stop... talking. You don't know anything...!"
And yet, the man didn't shut himself up. And what was next, was enough to push Nagisa to the point he'd have no remorse for what was coming next.
"To think they expected so much from you, and yet-"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!"
Yelling as he fired a lethal syringe into the man's heart, the adult screamed in an indescribable and seething pain. A dark red liquid started to flow out from where he had been hit.
Still not content with a shot that's already signed a death sentence for the two adults (the woman already seems to have gone down, her eyes were shut and her limbs had grown limp), Nagisa closed the distance between them and was about to personally beat up and cover his hands with their blood despite his usual opposition to getting so up close with his victims.
As he was going to do that though, whether it was out of survival instincts or adrenaline, the larger man caught him with a fist to his gut, and the young boy's frail and pale body recoiled in pain, collapsing to the ground as he tried to catch his breath.
"Haahh... Damn it, I need to get out of here... I need to get back to her...!"
Using the last of his strength, the adult man carried his wife's body on his back as he continued to bleed out as he dashed from the alleyway.
Nagisa caught a glimpse of them trying to escape, as he forced himself to get up despite the pain in his body from the earlier punch that got thrown at him. He was going to massacre them now, he thought. His bloodthirst and abhorrence towards adults had hit a high, and he was hellbent on making sure he personally made these demons felt hell.
Chasing after them, he slowly but surely caught up to them, witnessing them go into a house as he followed them.
The adult man desperately tried to lock the younger boy away, but all that accomplished was that he got pushed down with his lifeless wife with him along with the door after it got kicked by Nagisa, who now had his needle gun pointed right at the man's face.
"To think you'd be stupid enough to retreat to your own house... I suppose when a person is on their last legs, they won't think too rationally. This is the end for you, either way... that needle in your heart is much more than enough to get rid of you."
Grabbing the dying man by his collar, Nagisa put the gun right against the man's forehead, a callous grin on the child while a look of terror and acceptance was painted on the adult's expression.
"Any last words, then? Maybe you'd like to take back what you said earlier about my parents."
"I... you..."
Coughing out blood as he was slowly starting to pass away, Nagisa tilted his head, and put his finger on the trigger.
"Hmph. Well, I still have someone to come back to. Say hi to all the demons on the other side for me."
Just as he was about to finish the job, the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs shook him out of it, and both men turned their attention to a small, elementary school aged girl walking down the stairs, looking down in horror at the scene before her.
Nagisa's eyes widened in surprise, as the expression on her face told him the entire story. His face quickly turned pale as he saw the emotion that she showed, and it quickly translated into an ache in his heart growing at an infinite pace.
"... Dad?"
"... !"
Reaching out his arm, the father tried to move his body towards his daughter that was standing at the top of the stairs. But to no avail.
His world would fade, and in an instant, his body went numb and entered death's door, right next to his wife.
"Dad... Dad! Mom, too...! DAD!"
Rushing down the stairs and walking over to her departed parents' side, she tried everything - shaking them awake, pulling the needle away from the father's heart, trying to kiss the mother's head back to life. Just to try and make them come back.
Nagisa's eyebrows shifted in worry and a massive weight crushing his shoulders. Did he just kill this kid's parents...? One that clearly, very evidently, loved them, and parents that reciprocated that feeling?
Why did he feel... envious? Why did he feel... so regretful?
Yelling out in tears as she cried out for her family, Nagisa hesitantly took a step closer, reaching out his hand...
But took it back once he realized that she didn't want anything to do with him. When she finally realized his presence once again, all she gave him was a look of disgust and panic. Trying to get his words out, he spoke, his voice full of uncertainty.
"I-I... didn't know... they..."
"Get away from me... get away from us! Why did you take my parents away from me?!"
He had to answer her. Even with how much she would hate him for this, he had to.
"They were... demons."
"Demons?! DEMONS?! Mom and Dad... loved me! They did everything for me! Don't you dare, ever, ever call them demons! After what you did, you're the only demon here...! You're the demon! It's your fault! IT'S YOUR FAULT! GIVE ME MY FAMILY BACK!"
Too stunned and too full of culpability to answer back, his eyes closed. His world was spinning around him and his emotions and thoughts were an incoherent mess. He was blocking out the yelling and crying the now orphaned daughter directed at him, but as he tried to open his eyes and get the words out to apologize...
All that he saw was the smaller girl passed out in front of him, lying next to what remained of her family, embracing them tightly.
Nagisa didn't say another thing. His hands felt petrified, and he wanted to just... leave her alone. Maybe it'd make his conscience feel better.
But he had a job to do. No matter the pain, he'll grit his teeth and push through it. For her, he'd do anything. Just to make her acknowledge him... and tell him he did a good job.
That much... made every single painful act he had to do worth it. Because to him, she cared for him more than anyone... and that alone was enough.
Pulling out the Monokuma Kid's helmet from his backpack, he slowly moved towards the younger girl's body and positioned the gear above her head, then speaking to her, knowing full well she can't talk back.
"I'm... sorry about your parents. I wish... mine cared about me even half as much as yours did. I know it hurts to have to remember them, so consider this... an act of mercy. So long as this is on your head, you'll never have to feel that pain ever again."
A sigh.
Twisting and attaching it... he finally put the helmet on the girl.
That was the end of the mission.
So much happened... and he'd been reminded why he hated having to do things like this himself. He couldn't just shut himself off from emotion. He had to convince himself he was doing the right thing, because if he couldn't even do that? He'd be forced to see the reality of his actions. But that's the way it is. It has to be like this. He'll always tell himself that.
Every single time, he's reminded of things he never had. But when someone offers to give you the love and attention you've craved so much for in your life...
He was willing to destroy the love other people had just to get a taste of what that was like.
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Hi, Brimi! What specific passion projects are you working on right now?
hey, good question here's a list!
(list is under the cut for answers)
starting with my writing. i started working on a story called faking It, a long fic, a few small short drabbles or shortfics, advancing older passion fic projects and requests from prompts which are usually short except an ambitious go of a story about fake dating and trauma, very teen movie esque or that was my intentions to play with.
the one i've been a busy bee with in this holiday season with others on the back burner or tinkering at, this is my like baby right now in terms of story. second, i'm doing holiday cards and holiday shopping while watching Christmas movies, eating Christmas cookies and writing this big longfic as some holiday hallmark vibe, home for the holidays heartwarming and fluffiest with some dark degrassi vibes and there you have, where are you now? loosely based on the song by britney spears, where emma is a star of britney, beyonce and taylor and the other pop girlies that is, in this universe. so like the female drake, but pop, upbeat girly anthems and pink pink pink, but her life is far from happy. the title comes from a song of the same album, albiet a deep cut a song that to me, i interpret fit too as if "where are you now?" is a story about someone she's much in love with, but for whatever reason there's nods to this in the story so it's a fitting title to me, because it harps about the grief behind a long love or loved one, but someone they can't shake they're living but they're also lost and they just want to know where they are, so they can feel closure by distance. boom.
it wasn't initally this much thought out, here's an inside story like I'm some episode of MTV cribs and stuff), like where i tell you all about how it came to be but I'll give you a brief synopsis.
taking it back to 2004, when i wrote my rough and i mean ROUGH idea. i used to think lyrics in songs were stories, beyond the music, behind the veneer of entertainment and i crafted and molded the characters with a general story of how they are in adulthood and what led them to the lives they live combined with the choices they made.
a difference with canon is craig and manning, the hosts of this holiday visit, and they all live together like full house the Jeremia-manning-santos household is a very chaotic but loving place to decvibe it. they're happy, frugal, average Canadian homebodies. they both have jobs, drive an escalade and craig has a vintage car in candy apple red with white interiors he keeps under lock and key a stuble nod to Ferris Bueller an 80's film, they all never really flew the coop but joey who plays a prominent grandfather to craig and manny's baby, who is now in 2023, an attractive mashup, a dark cloud sour puss who's been through some difficult times, grappling with grief and depression and headed for a breakdown and a fall from grace, a loss of innocence and a crisis of faith. stuck between a rock and hard place, craig and manny's daughter is unreachable, rebelling and internally screaming, but trying and failing to be 'perfect' for her mother and father, fighting them at every turn. it's my first go at a deeply flawed character who is blunt and honest. who has been through a lot in her life, despite having a loving family, but across the board. she's not popular, looks younger than she is, a late bloomer, innocent and smart, but doesn't apply herself or think much for herself. she is easily influenced by others and spouts out political commentary. She is average academically, nonremarkable, painfully realistic, or an attempt at a portrayal of someone like someone i know.
needless to say, i'm excited. it's something I'm committed too after having some writers block this year, i also was busy this fall and hard at work on even more passion projects. this is something i do before bed, to unwind. i work all day, and then if i have time i do edit and proofread. I'm not an expert or anything, i do the best i can and write what i feel or what compels or comes to me. i could type for HOURS and it doesn't phase me. i know i could use assistance knowing whats relevant to mention, but i think it's part of me and my charm to wordy, but does the job, natural speech trying to be a non partial narration, usually past tense and future stense or present is checked but third person with asides of course descriptive and stuff but that's the HARDEST PART is showing and not telling all the time.
to achieve that i do write montages or asides to achieve or speech or dialogue between characters or heavily imply through tones or describing but i try to make the believability more than canon because this is something i came up with while i wrote on the show BASED account and i toy with things that happen later. so for instance, craig and manny had a baby, but what are they happy now that she's older, no because they are passing ships in the night. unhappy but in a domestic partnership where they coexist but do their own thing, are more like roommates and less lovey-dovey on most occasions. I'm getting off track, but that's that story and I've been dying to talk about it since starting it in October and now I'm reaching the end of it and I'm actually going to miss this story that is a long time coming, almost 12 or 13 years ago i brainchilded this and only now getting to it. i think it's better than my rough draft a lot of changes were made and embellehsed and built upon.
i moved and relocated in mid-october, i've been slowly organizing and its been hard to make time but it's a pleasure to write. it really is. it feeds my need for semma to be happy, so in turn I'm happy and I'm itching to talk about it. my poor semma shipper boyfriend, he loves them, but i think it's because he knows i love it but he does really love them. so that's passion project one.
passion three, is the others such as faking it i mentioned before, is a fake au, where i was initially going with for the emma and jay summer romantic drama i wrote mostly during the pandemic being bored and even creating accompanying art work i vow to see through to my older projects and finish them out. i mean i have no excuse or whatever i should stop starting NEW fics but i am who I am.
passion 4 has nothing at all to do with writing and everything to do with graphic design my second love i love and design things, iykyk but i also like making passion projects like cd covers, alternative movie posters, fliers and online fandom graphics in various styles.
passion projects for example, i'm currently want to make myself a online store not like redbubble but for printables and art related stuff and where i can track commsions for people for paid art. i wanna monetize my art and design skills but its been awhile since college and i feel confident to try again with more gusto. so keep an eye out. my tagged posts are like where that is.
i make a lot of occasion cards in greetings and idk how to launch anything so I'm in the process of the grueling educating research to get my project off the ground and talk to others who are into the same things. i don't want a fandom specific store, multi fandom and interest store. maybe a few show related (another passion) or film alternatives.
cleaning and taking pride in myself has been a game changer, organizational furniture and decorating for both life and for holidayskeep me focused and excited for the day ahead and organization keeps things easy in the morning. so that's a difference, i prioritize and carve out time on sundays or during the week sometimes for maybe an hour to sift through and organize my items and keep things clean.
some ongoing personal resolutions and hopes to achieve or work on long term year round, such as bucket listed for in the new year list of 10 goals i hope to achieve.
continued weight loss goals from last year, making progress with, and managing health and wellness
2. hand drawing/lettering practices to improve
3. coloring more to give me something to do
4. quit smoking, again in 2024! start the holidays (potentially) smoke-free (ambitious, i hope i can!)
5. budget better/manage money and learn the difference of wants and needs, stop treatin' myself so much, because my budgeting needs work!
6. eat healthier
7. design more projects and try to generate interest and exposure in art-based community
8. spend time with friends and family, make time for people and alow to live in the moment
9. build an online presence/website/shop (see 7)
10. continue to focus when it doubt, on mental health self-care practices healthy communication, make good choices in trusting with care✨💌
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Hi! I swear I’m not trying to spam requests but I accidentally forgot to add my sun sign to the first one. But my nickname is Swan, and I’m a Libra. I wanted an Idol new years wishes for me with Hyunjin, Lee Know, and Bangchan from Stray Kids. I spent my Christmas dragging others into Karaoke. Again, I’m so so sorry and I hope you’re well 🫶🏽
Hello, it's fine, don't worry about it! Karaoke sounds great! Now, let's figure this out;
Stray Kids Members New Years Wishes for you?
Hyunjin : *Ace of Wands Reversed, 4 of Pentacles Reversed, 9 of Wands Reversed*
- Judging by Wands showing up twice, it seems Hyunjin wishes for you to focus on what you're passionate about and place all your willpower into making it come into fruition.
- Pentacles showing up tells me Hyunjin wishes for you to focus on your financial status, your material aspects as well as embracing yourself, sensuality, earthly nature, developing yourself as a person.
Ace = He wants you to focus on beginnings and the potential you have
4 = Focus on stability and applying that stability to your day-day life
9 = Focus on fulfilling yourself, getting inspiration from those around you or those that you admire, being less idealistic and more realistic.
General Wishes;
* Develop more hobbies to fill up the boredom/slump you're in
* Become more passionate about your ideas, don't give up!
* You're reaching burnout and are exhausted, try to find ways to balance your responsibilities without feeling too burdened
* Be less stiny/possessive of your money, frugality is good, but excess of it can lead to disaster.
Lee Know : *10 of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles Reversed, Queen of Cups Reversed*
- Due to Pentacles showing up twice, he's telling you to work more on your financial income, your money, etc. He wants you to focus on it, pay attention to it! It will be beneficial.
- Cups is him seeming to wish for you to re-evaluate your relationships, how you feel about them. Whether it's friends, family, a partner, etc. Prioritise those closer to you and try to back away from those whom seem to negatively affect you.
10 = He wants you to complete a cycle of sorts? I keep hearing "final", something badly affecting you will come to an end this year.
Knight = A messenger, maybe your FS/a romantic partner who will teach you valuable life lessons is on their way to you, masculine energy is here.
Queen = Focus on embracing your feminine energy, let the divine feminine speak. Even if you're not a woman, it's okay to embrace that feminine nature hidden.
General Wishes;
* Focus on overcoming any insecurities, try to warm up to those who truly care about you and become less dependant on those who are not good for you!
* Some sort of culmination of hard work or inheritance is on its way to you, use that to help build a legacy of something important to you.
* Enjoy the sense of fulfilment you'll get from all your hard work soon
* Don't be obsessive when it comes to work, look for rewards, don't work without rewards.
Bang Chan : No cards came out. He just doesn't seem like he wants to talk, I'm sorry!
That's all for this reading, thank you for joining me, I hope you have a wonderful year.
#tarot#kpop tarot#pagan witch#kpop#skz#skz hyunjin#lee know#stray kids#lee know skz#skz tarot#stray kids hyunjin#stray kids tarot
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This is a post that's more for myself than anything. It's a little reminder to myself of what I'd like to achieve from next year on.
It's a pretty cliche list, but I genuinely think these are probably the most important things I can do for myself to become more mentally and physically healthy and to help me enjoy life more.
Less screen time and 'data intake'
Something that I've been noticing more and more, especially this year, is how unfocussed and also easily irritable I've become. I have a really hard time concentrating on anything these days and it even causes me to make more mistakes at work. I know a lot of that has to do with the amount of time I spend online and how easily distracted I get. Especially by the toxicity that surrounds F1 at all times. Which is why I've already made a great step yesterday by deleting my Twitter account. No need to look at people's shitty opinions all day long. It's not healthy to be bombarded with everyone's opinions on everything 24/7.
Though I also think this is a general problem in today's society. People being less focussed due constantly being bombarded with content and data everywhere: social media, Netflix, podcasts, music and even books. These days the brain never, ever seems to get a moment to just rest and is constantly overloaded with data. We hardly ever get any time alone with our thoughts. Which is something that I hope to change next year.
Going out and experiencing more
This kind of also has to do with the first point. Instead of being behind a screen all day, I want to go out and experience more. And it can just be small things like driving to the beach (which is something I looove to do), going to the forest (so good for your mental health), exploring more sides of my own country that I haven't seen before. Sometimes I forget that even my own little country still has some beautiful places that I've never been to before.
And don't wait on other people to go with you. If there isn't anyone to go with you, just go by yourself. Don't limit yourself from experiencing things because you're too afraid or uncomfortable to do them by yourself.
Getting in shape
Yes, the most cliche one of them all. Getting in shape. I'm not someone who you can tell that I'm out of shape when you see me in my clothes, because I'm naturally skinny, but boy oh boy am I out of shape. I honestly barely get any exercise at all these days and it's become noticeable when I climb the stairs to my apartment or even when I take a walk. I really, really need to start excising again. But I also hope that my second point will help with that as well.
Being financially stable
I think being stable financially is one of the best things you can do for your mental health. I've seen what financial stress can do to people and it's soul crushing. No, money might not make you happy perse, but not having it is a position that I never want to be in. I've already gotten pretty good at taking care of my finances but sometimes I can feel myself slipping up. I don't want to be completely frugal to the point where I'm not experiencing life anymore (which I've kinda been doing the past few years), but I want to have a healthy balance between spending and saving. Having a good savings buffer is such a comfortable feeling and takes so much stress away.
Being a good person to the people around me
Be attentive to how other people are feeling. Put your own feelings aside sometimes (not always) and just do what you can to make another person feel a little better and more appreciated. I think if I can achieve all of my previous points, it'll make me a person more capable of doing that.
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What Each Muse Smells Like (because I'm a weirdo that overthinks this sort of thing)
Buffy: When she was in high school she used to wear those generic "designer" brand spoofs. She still sometimes does but only on special occasions or date nights, but more often than not she smells like her shampoo (some kind of mysterious floral scent that can't be identified but is pleasant nonetheless), deodorant (something basic like powder fresh or just the hopelessly vague "regular"), and mint and baking soda from her toothpaste. She reasons that she's trying not to have a signature scent when she goes hunting, even if it's already in her blood, she figures it better not to add some distinctive perfume as well.
Willow: Sooo...I know by canon she smells like strawberries which. Fine okay (kinda irritates me tho cos there's a part of me that's like, it's cos she's a red head, huh?). But I kinda like the idea that it's that fakey scent of strawberry. That overpoweringly sweet scent from gum or a bag of skittles. She also smells of incense (Dragon's Blood or Sandalwood sticks), coffee, and cheap leather (from the chair set in front of her computer, providing she's been preoccupied with it for one reason or another).
Cordy: She smells like the real versions of the designer imposters that Buffy wore in high school. If you asked her she'd swear she could tell the difference. This is patently untrue. For some time she'd thought Buffy's questionable fashion were due in part to her spending her allowance on Dior and Mugler, a thing that she'd almost found admirable until she learned the truth. After leaving Sunnydale, she could not afford the luxury anymore. Although she eventually shifted to using Bath and Body Works or Victoria's secret body sprays, I can also see her being the type of person who's frugal when it comes to monthly sub services, aside from something like Scentbird. She favours delicate floral scents and the more mysterious ones that smell like nothing but their price tag.
Tara: Having some crunchy hippie tendencies, she tends to smell like patchouli and bonfire. She could be described as smelling like a hearth or well used witch's alter. Dried candle wax, old flowers, incense smoke of so many different scents that they all blended together to become some thing unique and unknowable, and other burnt offerings. She also usually smells like whatever tea she'd made for herself in the mornings. Often Earl Grey or Darjeeling if she's feeling fancy.
Harley: She got in the habit of wearing cheap body sprays with Jay (Joker), the kind of stuff you buy at Walmart or Target that smells of Cotton Candy or Gummie Bears. After she broke up with Jay, she just never got out of the habit. She also smells like gun metal and powder/smoke, blood, and greasepaint depending on her costume, otherwise she just might have the powdery scent of someone who wears a bit too much makeup.
Crowley: Apples, cinnamon, and wood smoke. I actually did look into what snakes smell like because I can't resist adding a new snake aspect to the list. The overall consensus seems to be that snakes don't have much of a natural odor apart from a danger musk, which can vary from species to species but often smells of death. Hard pass, ta. So we went with the other fallback of "Eden Reference lmao". Also may add to that the scent of red wine or smokey sweet whiskey, coffee, and tea and old books if he's been paying a substantial amount of time in a certain bookstore.
Matt: Perhaps the most particular about scents for obvious reasons. Due to particular sensitivities, he rarely wears colonge, though he doesn't necessarily mind it on others. All of his toiletries are made with as few chemicals as possible. He often smells of fresh sweat, blood, the city, and leather.
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I really thought about Drakken and Shego post series finale and what it means for their villain careers. Sure they helped save the world once but are they really accepted by everyone? I’m sure Shego’s brothers will be happy to see her do good again and Frugal Lucre was seen cheering him on. But there might be skeptics who believe they’ll go back to villainy at the drop of a hat. Not to mention the possibility of them being off the hook for every crime they committed and the damage they caused?
i'm one of those skeptics, lol.
shego shows no desire to do good whatsoever. arguments have been made in favor of it, but for me they just don't hold any water. shego is shown to want power, destruction, and just evil in general. (personally i wish she did because i like villain redemption, but i gotta be true to the character.)
drakken is shown to want evil, but also recognition. and for him the latter is a huge motivating factor.
so what i think would most likely happen were the show to have continued? is drakken would have tried out good after the UN and saving the world thing. he would eventually go back to villainy. either 1) he'd quit and go evil again to be with shego, or 2) he'd screw up being good somehow and default to evil as a solution.
IF shego were to try good, she'd do so only for drakken's sake/to be with him. but i think it's more likely if he insisted on trying it out, then they'd say their farewells. i just can't see her being interested. but then they'd find out through any of the above avenues or perhaps others that what they want most is to be together, and together in evil.
but yeah, the being off the hook for crimes thing... see, just giving them both a pardon... i feel like it only works in fic. i don't think it would happen irl. but hey, i'm plenty willing to suspend my disbelief for it. cuz in reality... you know those lil diablos killed people. the tectonic plates shifting? the magmachine results? so many of his schemes realistically would have caused deaths soooooooo yeahhh.... realistically... dunno. unless they were gonna show even more death and devastation from the lorwardians, maybe the pardon could be justified... but yeah...
those are some brief thoughts on the topic. i have written many fics about it, most notably Things Change which deals with this directly.
thanks for the ask!
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