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tiens-letters · 3 years

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upon autumns day, where you and I met. upon autumns day where I remember all of what we were before youve passed. and upon autumns day would I have ever so slowly let go of that pain of the past

zhongli (angst)

@albeidoof its somewhere here hehehe

Time was a luxury. A treasure each and everything holds.

Yet time is a curse as well. It covets, devours and leaves. which humanity neglects to cherish until the heart ceases its steady rythmn, only then do they regret of the wasted minutes, hours and seconds.

Beneath the flow of the rushing waves of things that have come and gone. Only on this particular day would he sit beneath a certain tree. The rough bark brushing up against his back as leaves fell effortlessly to the ground, as if it were ready to let go of from the branches that gave birth to it, only to return once again to the waiting soil.

It was a sunny afternoon, clear of any clouds and only clear unblemished blue, a good time to enjoy a warm cup of tea yet there was no energy in his bones to even move from where he was.

He felt exhausted. Desultory even.

Gone were the halcyon days of the past, and now the present time of the vivid reality he had to face.

Morax, rex lapis, the geo archon. Names that weighted more than one could carry, memories that shackled his soul that lived for a thousand years on end, all but a stain that could never be washed away.

The breeze slowly danced in, playing with his hair softly, kissing his skin and welcoming him. It carried a hint of aromatic essence only he would know belongs to.

You.

He tried to desperately recount the days after youve left the face of the earth and yet he could not remember or did his mind not allow him to as if he did, it would bring him terrible and heavy consequences for an answer, one sane mind would never want to know.

Sighing, he sat back and recalled back the memories of you instead. When you were alive, warm and breathing in his arms. He remembers the way your eyes would shine brightly whenever he would be around, or the small sound of delight you would make when you have finished another one of the many interesting blends of tea youve done over the course of a week of mixing different flowers and tea leaves. Youve made up quite the fortune with this as your little hobby bloomed into a fully run business known across teyvat.

"Zhongli." he froze, youve never called him by his name ever since youve started getting close, it made him feal uneasy as he turned to look at you who stood by the doorway, a neutral look on your face.

"y-yes?" nervousness clawed at him as he racked his brain to what he couldve done for you to call his name like that, he couldnt think of any.

"I came back from the market and I heard youve made quite the generous payment. Why is that, I wonder?" he's done it again, that spending habit of his

"The price was reasonable for such a fine ceramic tea set, I dont seem to find why it shouldnt reflect its quality?" you sighed as you pointed towards the glass cupboard behind him

"You bought the same exact set a week ago, Zhongli. Thats why." having to realize his mistake after looking over the two identical set that on the shelf, he turned to apologize but only to see you missing from the doorway. Footsteps can be heard from the floorboards above him. You were upset.

After minutes of pacing in the living room, he finally mustered the courage to climb the stairs and enter your shared bedroom. A figure already under the sheets as the warm glow of the lamp illuminated your delicate features. The mattress sunk as he sat beside you, fingers brushing away the stray hair that fell on your face.

"Im still mad at you Zhongli." his hand flinched slightly at the way you called him

"I apologize. I seem to not have learned my lesson again. I would gladly return the set tomorrow."

"Its no use, they dont accept refunds." you replied without sparing a glance at him

"What can I do for you to forgive me then?"

"Just go to sleep, Zhongli." groaning you reached for the switch to shut the lamp off but a gentle grip stopped you, forcing you to look at his gloomy expression. Perhaps you went too far this time.

"Please stop calling me in that way. I dont like it." he whispers, drawing your palm to his lips, leaving small kisses upon it. He sure does know his way around your heart, no wonder why you could not stay mad at him.

"Just be mindful next time." you cursed yourself for being weak to his charms.

"I will." yet something was missing "Then can you call me as you did before?"

"Zhongli?" you could see the slight grimace in his face as you teased him

"Stop it." he kissed you without warning "Call me as you did before."

However, his lips didnt stop as they began to travel. From your cheeks to you forehead and then to your neck. Oh dear, he wasnt having any of your teasing.

"A-li." you giggled beneath him as he finally stopped and met your gaze

"Thats better."

He still remembers the faint smile that graced your lips whenever he would wake up next to you tangled in the same sheets. The softness of your skin on his calloused touch. Your lips melting his and your voice lulling his raging mind to peace.

Then everything changed when you drew blood that spilled from those lips he's kissed for a thousand times, painting a morbid image on the sheets. Anger and despair boiled inside of him once he learned of the secret youve kept. Zhongli was a calm and collected man all of the time except when he was with you.

Having to witness him at such a point felt as if his own spear was being driven right through his very chest. He held you in an arms width away, the panic and pain in his eyes increasing over the minute as he begged for you to explain why youve decided to lie about the flowers that bloomed in your lungs, the sickness youve inherited from your deceased mother, whose fate you soon would follow. You didnt want him to find out, not in this way.

He couldve done anything if he knew from the start but alas, you wanted to be cruel, thinking it was for the best. Until your symptoms persisted, a heavy reminder of the remaining distance of the string you have to walk on to reach the end. The heavy feeling in your chest started to worsen as cherry sweet liquid poured from your mouth.

Soon the once pristine sheets were stained in haunting crimson shades as you heaved and he watched in agony. If only he had the ability of what he once had back then, if only he could plant the seeds of the flowers from yours to his then he would, if only he hadnt met you one autumn evening

" please dont look at me like that. " you told him, cold hands caressing his cheeks, catching the streams of salty warm beads that fell freely from your darling's amber eyes.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry..." the last thing you wanted to see was this man to cry. The last thing you wanted to see was to see him relive the past tragic memories you promised to bring him out of

" my disease has nothing to do with you. In the end it was mine alone to handle. oh, you are far from that so please dont you ever blame yourself."

"How can I not? If I havent fallen so deep then you would experienced so much more in life, you couldve been happier if you met someone else. Yet you chose me and I couldnt give you anything, I--. " the words knotted up as he began to shake, hands holding yours as knuckles turned to white

You slapped him.

With all the strength youve gathered in that fading body of yours. The sound cutting the grieving sounds that spilled from him, soul and flesh alike.

"A-li, look at me. Do I look like someone whose unsatisfied with what youve given me? Did my smile ever fade when Im with you? Did your affections ever lack? Answer me." his watery gaze met yours, a torrent of emotions swimming in them

"No. Never." a soft smile was carved unto your lips

"My dear, youve given me all Ive ever wanted in this life and I regret nothing of it."

To him, you were the flower that bloomed at the highest peak of the mountain he's never reached and yet its petals voluntarily detached and fell down, making him the happiest as one thing he's admired was untouchable and now, lay softly in the palm of his hands. To cherish and to protect.

But of course, all things are evanescent.

The familiar feeling of soreness that wasnt supposed to be there rose, ebbed and flowed through his throat. He knew it all too well, it was after he woke from his week long slumber did he feel it along with what his ancient beating heart felt.

"You collapsed." the worried words of the qixing echoed in his head. He frantically got up but as soon as his feet touched the floor did his legs give out underneath him, what use was he in this sorry state. He was helped up and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He wanted to ask many things yet was unable to.

Ningguang spoke as if you were still breathing and was visiting her minutes ago with another one of your tea blends. "Dont worry and rest first, go to jueyun karst after. They will be waiting."

To where the adepti resides, who as well, favored you, that one soul among thousands of others. One to which they shared a few good memories with was allowed to slumber there in peace.

Zhongli found himself waking up to the sun setting in the horizon. Just like how youve gone and resurfaced back into his memories. It was time.

He stood up from where he sat, gloved hands brushing any dirt that clung to him as he made his way to where you slept.

The red bean that was planted by himself still remained, a token of his love for you. Picking one bead and placing it inside the hollow dice he brought along, completing another one of the similar handicraft he's made every visit.

The sun finally died and the moon began its reign. The small wisps of light gathered around before him, forming a blurry image.

It was then he felt at ease, he saw you smiling at him with all there is in the world. Your light seemed to dim a little, hinting the blessing the adepti gave was slowly diminishing. Soon your visits would cease and you were sure that by the end of the power spent, he wouldve let go of the torment that plagued him.

"A-li. Have you been well?" he knew what you meant

"Im letting go slowly my dear. Perhaps in time, I would learn breathe easily once again."

Longest yet lol. Hope yall liked it ehehe

#genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhonglixreader #genshin impact drabbles #zhongli angst #morax

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ashistrashhh · 4 years

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here are some fic recs!! including sakuatsu, bokuaka, kuroken and matsuhana bc i couldnt help myself

if you want, ask me about a certain ship and ill give you some recs!

-sakuatsu-

Marble and Sandstone by red_camellia

rating: G words: 12,937 chapters: 2/2

author summary: Miya Atsumu only cares about volleyball and nothing else. That is, until he develops a strange obsession with the marble statue of a young man that seems vaguely familiar in his university's arts department. One day that statue comes alive as the very real Sakusa Kiyoomi, and they are left with the mystery of why Sakusa Kiyoomi was turned into a statue and only came back to life when Atsumu touched him. Their new-found connection and the strange mystery turns Atsumu's life upside down, not least because of his growing feelings for Sakusa.

my notes: this was a rlly cute fic!!! 11/10 would read again!!

let it go (paint my body gold) by lunarism

rating: T words: 3,272 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It becomes a routine for them. Sometimes they go grocery shopping and make dinner together, other times they end up talking until Sakusa feels like his own shower and bed is calling him. Every single time Sakusa gets home, shrugs his coat off, balls it up, and proceeds to scream profusely into the fabric for a few minutes.

my notes: pining!!! sakusa!!! also casual painter!atsumu!!! and they paint together!!!

craft a miracle with these hands, lips, (silence) by chrysanthe (sonderesque)

rating: T words: 4,252 chapters: 1/1

author summary: ‘Someone is here to ruin your night,’ his door tells him. ‘You should let them in.’ “I’M HOMELESS OMI-OMI. HOMELESS,” yells the one here to ruin his night. “LET ME IN.”

(What does Kiyoomi sell his sanctuary for?)

my notes: hnnn rlly fuckin cute,, and domestic,,,,

Clipped To You by littleboat

rating: T words: 8,174 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It starts with Hinata Natsu, of all people.

Well, if Atsumu’s being honest with himself, it started way before that, but he’s not, so that’s besides the point. And thankfully, he’s just petty enough to blame all of his problems on a thirteen year old girl.

or Sakusa starts wearing hair clips and Atsumu is more than a little obsessed

my notes: minor kagehina, bokuaka // god these fics rlly make me simp for fictional characters even more than i should. but!! sakusa!!! in hairclips!!! and a pining atsumu!!!

learn how to lay me down in something other than danger, other than fury by rosevtea

words: 34,211 chapters: 1/1

author summary: All of the ways fellow college TA Miya Atsumu reinvents Kiyoomi's definition of normal.

my notes: god i loved this. it’s a fake dating au and like,, even though they’re “dating” sakusa keeps letting his guard down little by little around atsumu and it surprises everyone. komori and akaashi just know that they’re were genuinely pining for eachother

among probabilities and a thousand fates by aalphard

rating: T words: 15,675 chapters: 1/1

author summary: prompt fill for “in a world where the red string of fate exists, person a’s finger always twitches when person b, who can see the string, tugs on their string” | or sakusa thought he had a tic and atsumu liked to see his confused expression when it started to happen exclusively when he was around.

my notes: i! loved! it!! so basically atsumu and osamu have the rare gift of seeing the red string of fate, so they know its real but sakusa, like most other people dont believe it exists. so atsumu gives sakusa a (kinda) hard time. rlly cute!! i love soulmate aus!

-bokuaka-

love in the time of wifi by dalyeau

rating: G words: 4,177 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Akaashi is coming to terms with the fact that he might be romantically interested in his volleyball captain. Hence, doing what any sixteen year old with a problem should do. He asks about it online.

my notes: really cute fic about akaashi asking what he should do about his crush on a site similar to reddit. its kinda a “i didnt know it was you” kind of fic and it made me happy

steam by orphan_account

rating: E words: 8,474 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

The coach blew the whistle for practice to begin, and Bokuto drummed his fingers against the bleachers, awaiting Kuroo’s reply. He was about to walk away, when his phone buzzed in his hand.kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

my notes: explicit!!! but really wholesome. kuroo is honestly the best wingman. i also think this is my favourite bokuaka smutfic??

just to miss the sun by rosevtea

rating: T words: 15,126 chapters:1/1

author summary: Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

my notes: akaashi is a booktuber and bokuto crashes one of his streams. fans begin to speculate. rlly fluffy and can u tell i like bokuaka

brain fish by iceblinks

rating: T words: 12,026 chapters: 6/6

author summary: Akaashi wakes up to a string of texts from an unknown number.

my notes: i love text fics and i love wrong number aus so u can tell how much i loved this. really fluffy and i come back to it time to time

-kuroken-

us three by honey_s

rating: T words: 5,137 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo’s gaze flits over to the utensil. His eyes bulge out of his skull. “Wh—is that a meat hammer? Put it back!” Akaashi’s head recoils back in confusion. “I don’t understand the problem here.” “Why on Earth have you got a fucking meat hammer? We aren’t going to kill somebody!” “Well,” Akaashi begins, clearly taken aback, “I apologise for assuming. I had heard Kenma-san had been hurt in school and after getting a message from both of you to meet late at night, I merely filled in the blanks and assumed we were going to beat someone up, for lack of a better term.” “Not literally! I meant metaphorically, or figuratively, or something!” “Idiomically?” “That isn’t a word, Bokuto-san.” “Jesus Christ,” Kuroo groans, dropping his head into his hands. “We're going to jail."

my notes: bokuaka and kuroo are ready to beat someone up for kenma!! and we stan!!

Cherry Pits and Cat Tattoos by strawberryriver

rating: G words: 6,141 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

Kuroo has been in communication with his soulmate ever since they were kids. They've known each other for so long that he never really worried about when or how he would meet them. At least, not until he meets the roommate of Bokuto's soulmate.Soulmate AU in which things written on your skin show up on your soulmate. Companion piece/same AU as Serendipty

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Kuroo Tetsurou liked to write on his arms. Despite his mother's half-serious warnings about “ink poisoning” or staining his skin, he insisted on marking his arms and legs wherever he could. Not like his best-friend-since-always Bokuto Koutaro, who had to write on his arms or he’d forget to breathe, but artfully. He’d draw designs, animals, the occasional chemical compound. The whole idea behind soulmates fascinated him: how one person could mark their arm and someone potentially thousands of miles away, would have that same mark appear. The amount of articles, studies, and books he’d read about the topic, even at a young age, could put an undergrad researcher to shame.

my notes: again with the soulmate au bc i cannot help myself. but really cute!!! probably gonna read this again later!

Boom, Toasted by protostar (hearthope)

rated: T words: 6,782 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

FROM: yuuji any bets on who hes texting??

FROM: eita He's smiling at his phone. Kuroo, probably

FROM: kentarou Kuroo

TO: fake family Have any of you ever once considered not prying

FROM: eita You deserve it

FROM: yuuji how can we not when ur in love!!

Kenma gets a text from an unknown number. He'd be lying if he said the guy behind it wasn't kind of endearing.

my notes: again, i love wrong number texts. it focuses more on kenma’s friendship, but kenma’s pov with texting kuroo is more than him realizing feelings and stuff. really cute, ive read it multiple times.

Japan's most subscribed by NeverNothing

rating: T words: 3,631 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo Tetsurou @blacktetsurou changed his bio : volleyball player, co-owner of Bouncing Ball Corp. and so much more ;)

my notes: i! love! social media! fics!!! really cute and basically people wondering who the mysterious kuroo is to applepi.

MATSUHANA!!! the underrated gem

texting (with a capital S) by parenthetic

rating: M words: 2,119 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Hanamaki breaks his No Texting In Class rule, and it's all downhill from there.

my notes: honestly more funny than it suggests, but its matsuhana, they’re meme lords.

rated m for by orphan_account

rated: T words: 10,692 chapters: 1/1

author summary: He should have known that there was a Specific Reason™ why it was so absolutely vital that he and Matsukawa specifically meet for a reading of the script. He should have known that there had to be some evil catch beyond sitting in a tiny, cramped studio with his newly sworn enemy.

Hanamaki stares at the title of the script he’d so gracefully neglected the night before.

FORBIDDEN PARADISE

“Excuse me,” Hanamaki starts, raising a pen in the air while staring blankly at the packet in his free hand. “Just to clarify, you want me to record a boy's love CD with Matsukawa?”

my notes: a very good voice actor au. there is some misunderstanding on hanamaki’s part bc he didnt finish listening to matsukawa, and this is really cute and i love matsuhana.

In A Quiet Night, All Sounds Carry by levyovochka

rating: E words: 4,794 chapters: 1/1

authors summary: “Ah, ah, Too—!”

Hanamaki hates his university dorm.

“—ru, let me cum, please!”

Hold up. That’s a fucking understatement. Let him rephrase it: Hanamaki loathes his university dorm with passion. Detest the damned abomination, abhors it—

“—ru! Coming, coming—”

It has only been a month and Hanamaki already wants to die.

my notes: as u can guess minor iwaoi // rlly well written and bottom hanamaki rights and maybe my favourite matsuhana smutfic??? and hooh boy i simp for matsukawa

call me maybe by totooru

rating: T words: 33,689 chapters: 14/14

author summary: Hanamaki texts the wrong number when trying to extort tips out of Oikawa in order to defeat Iwaizumi in arm wrestling, and then continues to text the witty stranger who had answered.

my notes: minor iwaoi, daisuga, bokuaka // god i think this is my favourite matsuhana fic overall, maybe in general, but my god is it great. this is probably a common rec, but its understandable as to why it is. basically au where makki texts matsun (who goes to karasuno) instead of oikawa for tips to beat iwaizumi at an arm wrestling match. but they keep messaging. and holy shit i love their conversations. please read this, it is 256/10

there we go!! i might go a part two with more ships (kagehina, tsukkiyama and iwaoi) but this took up way to much time lol. i have an essay due in a couple hours. but hope u like these fics as much as i do!!

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littlenekosfan · 3 years

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child prodigy

few weeks ago i made a piece (in 2 part) titled “i am the child prodigy” but i never actually went into details to what it implied. i wont go into details about my drawing bc they are better understood after what i will develop there, but i want to mention that the illustrations are referring to the aftermath of the FRIEND flashback event

what’s a child prodigy, its often define as a child (very young) having the “intelligence” of an adult, for the sake of the thread, reishi manipulation will count as a form of intelligence

i’ll start with bazz bc he’s the first who self proclaims as a genius for being able to form a crossbow at his age. even tho he’s self absorbed most of the time, he isnt wrong there, he is born blessed, talented, a prodigy and we confirm that by knowing this was their first encounter (bazz assumed jugo had friends even tho he doesnt and this was the first time he sees/talks to him since they dont live in the same village, i assume they were somehow close (their villages), so bazz couldnt have unconsciously profited to jugo’s ability to share and become a prodigy out of that, and also, bazz seems to know the kids in his village to be able to tell he was better than other kids)

later, yhwach says bazz was only good because jugo made him like that, which isnt true but not totally false either, his words here are terribly twisted and it infuriates me bc bazz nor jugo knew about that sharing power thing and given the current situation, it really feels like jugo was used and bazz was just profiting him, which isnt the case (as i mentionned earlier) but yhwach is very good at twisting words and convincing someone for his own interest... but i digress, you may be wondering how yhwach knows bazz is a genius to call him as such (the almighty only give him the ability to see a close future and forming a crossbow at his age is probably not that impressive now, so it’s not the almighty)

the answer is actually pretty obvious, bazz was the only one being able to raise his head among other adults when yhwach used his reishi to make them kneel (by the end of the chapter, he was able to get up which is really impressive knowing he had a hard time just to raise his head)

bazz is obviously proud of his talent, of his gift, and he isnt shy to show it, even if that would mean to put jugo down, but i woudnt call that pride, toxic.. its not wrong to be proud of what you are born with, to show it, but it did contribute to his loss (i know i said it before, but there are many factors to their breakup, pride wasnt part of them, ego was)

despite the prodigy he was, that gift left him all alone, with nothing... now he is lost somewhere in a forest where nobody will pick him up.. ever.. since nobody no longer remembers him

then we have jugo's case, he is also a child prodigy, just like bazz, being born with it, except, i dont think i can call it a blessing, its more of a curse in the quincy culture bc they are considered as failures (they actually kill kids like him) nobody sees it as a blessing, not even bazz nor jugo himself

jugo became a prodigy when he joined yhwach, not because he was valued by an adult, an important figure, but bc he was taking an important place (we can tell with hubert and argola’s reaction) he was going to be yhwach’s advisor, that isnt nothing considering yhwach was already planning to invade the soul society by that time, and jugo is only a teen, he doesnt know anything about military stuff, but what was in his blood made him a prodigy in yhwach’s eyes

and jugo wont call himself a prodigy (and yeah, even after yhwach revealed to him his real powers, which are pretty scary if the circumstances were different), but he knows how he is one.. he cant take pride in it unlike bazz.., bc what did it give to him anyway? nothing (not even the recognition he craved so much)

just like bazz, their gift gave them nothing, in fact, it took everything away from them calling themselves a prodigy would be depersonifying themselves, that they are just reduced to their talent, one thought it would help him take his revenge which wont fill him with any accomplishment at the end, and the other thought it was finally a path given to him for a purpose in life, something good, only to end up stuck with it forever...

all what they needed was to recognize their friendship was more valuable and important than what was in their blood...

#jugram haschwalth #bazz b #bleach #shut up naki #naki using her brain #i dont know if i should just go with one tag #but anyways #HERE IT IS #i was rambling about it on priv so might as well put it there since i didnt post shit in a while #AND im still sad that drawing flopped bc i like it >:(#i can still go on with that topic but i digress more than anything #like how hubert and argola are the only one standing in that scene #or how jugo and bazz friend circle is p much inexistent but they still understand eachother very well for some reason....#I JUST #damn it. imagine if they didnt have quincy powers....#maybe they would have never met but SHUT UPPPP

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cryptidjeepers · 4 years

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an older lady gave my group a tour at the local art gallery and it turned out that we both were taking history and visual art classes at the local university. some of my favourite interations between her and I:

-she complained about how the figure drawing portion of the drawing class only used male models and how tired she got of seeing naked men (i didnt want to out myself but inside i was yelling!! an icon!)

-mentioned how she grew up during the hippy era

-mentioned her love of cats at every possible moment. she also sculpted a cat with a cool eyepatch. i literally could not put into words how much i loved it.

-roasted this one prof i also couldnt stand. eventually the tour became her and i just talking shit about the state of the sculpture class, among other things

#my life #ok 2 rb #usually i dont like talking about people like this but i literally stanned this woman so hard after the tour was over #also i think she might have been me from a parallel future

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delonidies · 2 years

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A painter and his poet

Clement set up his canvas as well as he could. He cleaned his old plank of wood, which he called his palette - the birthgiver of his creations. Then he spilled his tubes of paint on the wooden side-table, his finger combing through them, checking that he had all he needed. Lastly cam the brushes, whose bristles had served their duties to their maximum. Still, they were in good shape, and thank god for that, for he couldnt afford to spend the little he earned on such things. "How would you like me today?" asked the dark-haired male, sitting laxly on a chair behind the canvas. "Hmm," stroked his chin clement, wondering how he'd like his subject to pose today. Clement, a painter of talent but low recognition, met Leonard at a bar one night, when he had decided to go venturing out for inspiration. "I'd love to draw you," he told Leonard after glimpsing his mysterious figure, sipping beer at the bar counter alone. Leonard was a man of art himself, a poet. He'd told Clement he'd run away from italy, seeking his lost passion for words. And that's how he wound up in PAris, still struggling to earn enough for himself and keep his inspiration stable. He had agreed to pose for him that night, with the condition that he'd pay him something in return. And ever since then, Leonard seemed to be Clement's most popular subject among the sellers. "A mysterious one," they'd say. "Let's see," he said as he grabbed Leonard's arm softly and lifted it up. But to his surprise, Leonard winced, and then tried terribly to hide it. Clement glared at him and then placed both his hands on Leonard's arm, pulling up the sleeve of his white shirt. There they were again. Leonard's skin was burning. Leonard pulled his arm away and pulled down his sleeve aggressively. "Leonard," said Clement softly. But Leonard refused to speak of it. He stood from his chair and slopped himself on the ground. "I've been noticing changes in you. I've been worried. You know you can speak to me," he said as he sat down beside him. "I cannot write anything well anymore. The passion, the burning desire and longing. It's all gone, Clem. I've become useless vermin," he muttered, looking blankly at the wall on the other side of the room. "That's how it was for me before I found you. Nothing seemed worth painting," said Clement. "Oh please, Clem. You know we need each other for the money. It's that simple," growled Leonard, growing upset. "No. No, no and no, Leonard. You're not just a partner in business. You're Leonard. In you I've found..." he trailed off as he looked into Leonard's eyes and cupped his face. "...passion." A tear rolled down Leonard's face. "I want you, Clement," he whispered, on the verge of breaking down into a cry. Refusing to let a second thought hit Leonard, he pulled himself in, and he pressed his lips onto Leonard's soft ones. Their eyes locked. And it was as if Leonard's passion had been restored. Clement trailed down Leonard, kissing every part of him, his neck, his shoulders, his arm. Leonard felt so untouched, so mysterious and different. Nothing Parisian like Clement had seen, or tasted, before. Leonard's skin was soft, but his muscular shape made him look less fragile. And his hair too was soft. Oh for god's sake, Leonard himself was a soft character. Leonard lay down, breathing heavily, with Clement laying on his chest. "Tu es doux," whispered Clement. Leonard tilted his head at him, in confusion. But instead, he was met with a smile from Clement. "This- what just happened - it's- " began Leonard but was cut off. "It is what you wanted isn't it, la passion," "You've given it to me," he admitted. "Now it's your turn." Clement sat up, buttoning his shirt, and playfully fisting Leonard. He propped him onto he chair, and when he was satisfied with the pose, he began painting. That night, he painted a man who was lost, but had found his passion again, and he could write again

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thyrideneverends · 3 years

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(2017)

Escritos que encontre del año 2017 . Y conversaciones conmigo desde el año 2020 ([]).

____________________________ AAAHGH IM SO FUCKING SAD. I cant help but feel that im rotting. I dont want pity; people helping; people empathizing. FUCK YOU. I can do better than you. I DO. In fact. I havent been blinded, and hate everything around me as an excuse for giving my life away for what it was supposed to be. [this could be missunderstod since i was clearly angry 4 something i dont recall, I was refering to people in general, how they put themselves above the others, how they always wanna get "there" first, how they talk trash about their relationships, the anger, the hate that breeds out of them when they are wronged(even if there`s no purpose or whatsoever to cause them, specifically, any troubles), the screaming, the violence, that kind of hate..]

I dont want to just 'be happy' because I have to; so I reject happiness. But I want to feel it like something real and not made up.. does that makes sense? Thats a paradox i cant escape lately. [thats deep man, fortunately we figured that out. Have we figured that out? Happiness now is closed for manteinance ^-^ ]

I cant find pleasure in anything.. I destroyed everything..[you had to start somewhere, right?] I cant find meaning in anything.

I just need someone, i just need not to be alone. But I am; Even surrounded by everyone. I know I am. I know you are too.. I hope you are strong enough to endure it.

[hablabas de otro tipo de soledad, lo se, pero vos todavia no lo sabias, o si?]

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Sometimes I feel like I forgot an important part of being alive. I remember a different version of myself from a few years back. I feel like I'm just existing; nothing pushes my happy button. And when I'm not strong enough to think that it's fine; that I don't need that.. I will just panic questioning myself why, the reason for me not belonging. I know it's fine; I know I can just spend the rest of my..50years left? just doing this; living this eternal circling hell. You might say it's a choice.. That I don't put that much effort into it. That I'm just playing this part. Complaining my ass off. And to that.. I can only say I'm sorry.. I'm doing the best I can. [I know you were.. truly; and u did a great job never letting me down] _________________________________________

Why are we even here right.. What powers you? You wake up, work or study, ingest food, sleep. Repeat. To finish your career and become something.. To earn enough money to become someone.. Be better in what you're doing or you'll be out. You'll be useless. You'll be garbage. We[the system] won't need you.. And then we have to be happy about it.. We have to function collectively happy and there's no room for the outcasts.. And IM to blame for it.. I could be happy like all of them.. But I'm just sitting my ass here thinking what else I can sabotage, in order to understand why it's unnecessary and wish to be also capable of that... Just capable maybe of.. not be weird; not be me.. And sometimes thats all that matters. That Im me.. And I love not being a part of them. I just can never get a hold of that moment and make it last.. I will feel alone just a moment after. [Im so glad we worked our loneliness, I mean, we have such fine moments in silence..]

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Aah... I was just given advice by a hot girl on tinder about how should I type, express and resume myself so the person on the other side of the screen won't stop replying thinking I'm an idiot.. She basically said :- "hey, you're an idiot but maybe a cute one. Here's human help. Just stop being you and people will like you" Y'know what? that's bullshit... It makes me so anxious that it happens all the time. There's always someone judgin. Not only online; real life is the worst. I just don't fit in here I guess. I'll keep talking with the tinder girl, maybe and get emptynessly laid, why not? But I think I hate this.. I hate that everything craves for a definition and people just won't LOOK; Im hidden among them... God how I wish to know who's there ravaging their brains with questions while walking in that empty crowd. I wish I could find you and ask just what you were thinking there. At that unique moment. You are not alone... But if you feel like I do; I wonder if you also wonder. I wonder if we're just very far away from each other.. I wonder if it`s true that there can only be one of us by this cosmic rule that goes: only one 'you/me' for every thousand people. Or.. maybe it's just me. Too old to be an idiot... Too idiot to fully be himself around smart well adjusted people. I guess it's a matter of perspective. isn't it pretty much all? Have a good night stranger.. [Not so stranger.. my dude.. U didn't get laid btw, you couldn't pull through with that. And then you promised you wouldn't lie about who you are.. You wouldn't ever play another role other than the one you are. Well, it was more like a statement than a promise, to yourself. I was there.. Best decision you ever made. You mutated loneliness into a condition, a simple symptom of your choice of living; instead of a disease on itself.. Very clever.]

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You don't have to read but if you wanna unload please write it down. Everything u hate.. or love; This I wrote on my personal account but it makes me anxious to open myself to judgy people, so I erased it.. We live to judge because we love fixing things that didn't go right with us. Never understanding each perspective is unique. Well Im gonna paste it here because I don't want to lose it.. I don't want something I really meant to be just a deleted thing..(even if it is)

Have u ever felt like you're unique or different? But then just analyzing, we all just walk towards and objective. We don't do things just because. You don't get up every day to just go to work.. to just have breakfast or go shopping, idk; people set goals. We follow patterns. We repeat the same exact thing to strangers of the streets. The same exact things other strangers reply to us.. We are the same NPCs to others. And then realizing this I just wanna scream PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS. Please look at me! I don't want this. I don't want to be aware of this.. I don't want to feel I'm just to you what you guess I am. What's the point of everything? How do I get to know who I am if I'm always this self-centered stupid attempt of somebody? Nobody wants that. Sometimes I am glad to be "awake". To be different from the other people in their bubbles... But most of the time I'd give EVERYTHING to be exactly like that. Because I feel lonely. Because I have so many friends, but we can't communicate. Because I've lost the ideal of love because at a certain point I was scared of being a problem and it hurts so fucking much. I don't think I am special.. or more intelligent or cultural, I just feel I have a different degree of "profoundness" than most other people. It's not something I talk about or show, most of the time i pretend to fit in, but I don't. I can fool myself for periods, I've fooled myself for so many years now, but in the end it always comes back, I can't hide it forever. it hurts so much. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse and I feel like a fucking show-off that just wants attention..

[I felt that.. dude. You write beautifully..]

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Hi person reading this. Be nice, life is full of shitty people. Make a tiny difference; someday we're all gonna die so its cool. Dont hold grudges ^^ . [^^]

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We are all just internet jesters shitposting to fill the void Even if you're just taking selfies and being beautiful while loving life, smiling to nothing and eating healthy shit while showing off the new place you just visited to a bunch of strangers that doesn't give a fuck about you .. (actually those are the worsts) yeah.. (Don't get me wrong I'm not saying it's bad. I do that too ! we like showing ourselves to others..) Screaming... I exist. Notice me sempai. We just are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

________________________________________________ *draw of myself* [couldnt find it anywhere, where did u put it D: . i remember the sad expression] I know It has a lot of imperfections but so do I. I guess this is how I see myself.. Maybe I just wanted it to be like that. To express something to myself. I still feel like a little kid sometimes even tho I'm 25; "I just can't play with the other kids because I feel different and they make me feel different." Now I can't play with the adults, they're too adults. They make me feel too adult; i need to act up every move to become like them. And then alone, I can be at peace being who I wanna be; But it gets lonely from time to time; Not being able to understand who are you really; where are you really above the necessity of impersonating this other dude to get laid, get the job, get the money. And for what?.. Just to keep doing it because there is really no other choice.. How sad. But anyway. Ever tried to draw yourself? To see what's the image of you that you hold in your head.. if u truly do it; it doesn't matter if you know or not how to proyect yourself.. Every trace you make on that paper is a creation this world has never seen.. your chance to make a difference; it doesn't have to be trendy or impact in mankind. I suppose that's what I call art. And that's why art is everywhere.. Everything that can never be repeated.. Anything that comes from you; or life itself. A random amount of dirt.. Sunlight getting through the leaves of a tree.. Pieces of a broken cup and the stain of coffee in the carpet.. I'm not an artist myself tho; never considered myself even close to one.. I haven't drawn in years.. This is my first one in a long time; I just felt like it.

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a-pretty-nerd · 7 years

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~Golden Passion~

Chapter 3 ❤

Jasper Jordan x reader 1920s Au

Concept: You’re the new young wife of an old Millionaire. And Jasper is your butler, who you statt having a dirty and passionate affair with.

A/N: Finally, we get to the sexy chapters! Just as a warning though, this fic is going to get a little more plot heavy, and have some violence and mystery. But! If you just want hot, sexy Devon! I will be continuing with the Litterature professor series, Pages. As always, if you’re not a fan of this stuff, don’t be afraid to make requests! ✌

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From that night forward, your life had completely changed. For about a month, you struggled with the idea of cheating. However, the idea gave you the most amazing sensation. One look at Jasper and you went weak in the knees. After all, a month of nothing but a peck on the cheek, and hugs will do that to a girl. You were in desperate need for a lover. But glances at one another from afar with the young butler wasn’t going to be enough.

After that passionate kiss in the hallway, there was no going back. He would leave you flowers all over the house. Not a bouquet, or anything fancy. A simple rose, or lily on a flat surface. Or he would simply bring it with him when he served you your afternoon drink.

“Mrs.” You heard him call from across the room. You looked up from your desk, in your own office. It was less of an office, and more of your own isolated room. You spent a large amount of your day there, writing to your friends and family. Or thank you notes to your new ‘friends’ your husband surrounded you with. The girls, came over at least once a week. And you started to warm up to them. They were funny at the least, they bickered like sisters. You felt apart of a small family with them.

“Come in, Jasper.” You answered, watching him enter with the tray. He walked straight across the marble floor, and to your desk. Where he set down the glass, and a small tray of fruit. After which, he layed down a red rose. Your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled. Trying to keep yourself from blushing too hard. You looked up at him, as he gave you the most sweet, and gentle smile ever given to you. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Wanted nothing more than to have him in your arms. Yet, the little bit of a conscious you still had kept you from doing so. The drawn out eye contact ended when Jasper bowed his head, and left the room. You watched his tail coat sway behind him as he walked.

That night, the girls and their husbands returned once your husband returned from his day’s work. Again, you and the girls were left alone in the parlor. Normally, Jasper would have waited on you ladies. But tonight, he waited on the men. Harper, took care of you that night. Normally a maid would never. But your other butlers were busy at the moment.

“So, Y/N, tell us…” Oleta started, with her third drink of the night in her hand. It had quickly become apparent that she was partial to alchohol. “Have you taken a lover yet? Or are you still holding out for no one but your foolish husband?” The girls giggled, as did you.

“Well…I wouldn’t call him a lover just yet but…I’m afraid I do have my eye on someone.” You confess. All the girl’s eye lit up with surprise and curiosity.

“Who?”

“Who! Yes, who?”

“Do tell. We can keep your secret!”

“We’ve kept all of ours for so long.” Oleta commented as the rest of them begged. You shook your head with a smile, playing coy. Dia looked away for a moment, and then snapped her fingers in the air. She pointed to you as she shouted.

“It’s that butler boy! Isn’t it?” She practically shouted! The room filled with gasps and excited chatting among them.

“How did you know?” You were shocked she knew.

“The way you make eyes at him. You better be careful if you plan to continue. Acting suspicious will give it away.” Dia warned.

“Uh! He’s simply adorable Y/N! You must tell us every detail when you seal the deal.” Alice exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not sure if I can go through with it. I always promised myself I’d be the best wife I could be and-” You were cut off.

“This has nothing to do with being a good wife! As long as you keep the house from burning down, and you look the part. You are being a good wife. You’re role is to play the part. You don’t have to BE the part.” Clarke reassured.

“Our duty as women, is to ourselves before all else!” Oleta smiled as she finished her drink.

“But it’s the perfect crime! You never have to worry about your lover sneaking in and out of the house! And because he’s your butler, he is sworn to secrecy!” Alice fantasized. “If only one of my butlers were at appealing as yours is.” Her eyes lit up. “Perhaps you could allow me to borrow him from time to time!”

“Not a chance.” The girls laughed. That was it. You had made up your mind. You were going to seduce your butler. Just, how you were going to do that still was a question. A week went by, and you still had no idea. That was, until your husband was called out of town for work.

“Darling! I’m off!” He called from the front door as Monty assisted in putting on his jacket. You scampered down the stairs.

“Oh dear! Must you go?” You put on a show. “I’ll be a reck without you! My first time, alone in this big ol’ mansion.” He chuckled, and kissed you on the cheek.

“You’ll be just fine my dear. You’ll have the staff to keep you company. Have the girls over, hell, a party if you wish while I’m away!” He shouted, with a soft grasp of your arm. He looked down at his pocket watch. “Now, I must be off. I’ll have Raven draw you a rose petal bath to calm your nerves. I’ll return within a few weeks. Fret not my dear, I will write you. Farwell.” You watched him walk down the front steps of the house and into a car before the chauffeur drove off. You waved as the car disappeared into the woods surrounding your home. You turned into the main room as Monty closed the door behind you.

“I will draw you your bath now, Mrs.” Raven bowed her head, before she walked off. Yes. Yes, this was perfect. A hot bath. Your husband out of town for weeks. This was the perfect timing. Once your bath was ready, you entered the luxurious bathroom and began to undress. The bathtub filled, as the water went cloudy with a mixture of expensive salts and perfumes. On top, Raven had sprinkled red rose petals. Apparently, the wife before you adored these kinds of baths. You could see why. You stepped into the warm water, and sighed happily. Not too long after, you called Raven back in. “Yes, Mrs?”

“Have Jasper fetch me a drink, won’t you?”

“Jasper Mrs?” She asked, a little bit confused.

“Yes.” And with that, she turned and shut the door behind her. A sly smile across her lips. Raven was smart. Too smart to be where she was. Not too long after, you heard a knock on the door. You jumped slightly, not truly prepared as you thought you were. You took a few deep breaths before you answered. “Come in.” The door slowly creaked open, and Jasper came in. His eyes fixed on the tile floor. Sweet boy, trying to respect you.

“Your drink Mrs.” His voice was clearly nervous.

“Bring it to me. And, close the door, won’t you?” You requested. He cleared is throat, before stepping in, and closing the door behind him. Still, trying to keeo his eyes away, and shuffled to you before handing you the glass. “Thank you, darling.” You took just a sip before putting it aside on a table next to you. Jasper’s eyes glued to the floor, with his hands behind his back. He stole small glances of your water hidden body.

“Anything else Mrs?” His breathing became laboured, and he struggled to keep himself from getting an erection. Though, he failed miserably. You hummed in thought.

“I suppose, there is one thing…” You muttered. You looked up at him, and though you tried to keep your composer. Your, seductive tone. It was slipping. You just wanted him. There was no such thing as a more perfect moment. “You.” He froze.

“Pardon me?”

“I desire, you.” You took this time, to stand from the bath. The milky water ran down your figure. Highlighting you perfectly. Some rose petals stuck to your skin. Perfect, considering the gifts Jasper had been leaving you. He couldn’t help himself. His eyes went wide as his eyes glidded across your body. He realized he was staring, and tightly shut his eyes.

“Mrs.” He went to argue, but, he couldnt bring himself to. Since the day he saw you step out of that vehicle, he’d been head over heels for you. He cursed himself for his affections towards you. All he wanted was you. Mind, body, and soul. The nights he spent thinking about you, like this, were many. You watched him stare at you with those deep brown eyes you studied.

“Join me?” You purred. You looked up to your eyes and swallowed, before he finally gave in. Quickly, he started to remove his clothes. With shaking hands, in a rush he removed his tie. His tail coat, and vest. His button up shirt, and the thing fabric underneath that. Leaving him shirtless. You bit your lip and smiled as his body was revealed to you. Never had you seen a more attractive figure. Once he was completely naked, he paused and looked at you again with wide eyes. “Oh my…” you gasped, before he approached you. His lithe hands reached up and held the back of your neck to pull you into a passionate kiss. Automatically your hands were all over one another’s. You couldn’t pull away, even if you wanted to. His kisses were warm and perfect. His arms held you close, and glided over your soft body. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you. The rest of the world seemed to disappear in that moment.

“Ohh Mrs.” He moaned softly.

“Y/N. Please, call me Y/N.” You begged him as he kissed down your neck. He gently bit and sucked, as he stepped into the warm bath with you. You sat down in the large bath, and Jasper followed you, hovering over you as he supposed himself. He kissed down your chest and groped as he lowered himself over you. You never felt so sensative to someone’s touch. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your clit and you moaned.

“Y/N.” He whispered into your skin as he rubbed himself against you. It all sent a wondeful shiver down your spine. He positioned himself, before slowly thrusting into you. You felt his cock fill you perfectly, as you gasped his name. He took a moment to enjoy you, looking into your eyes with such emotion. You wrapped your arms around him as he started thrusting into you. You couldn’t contain your small noises of pleasure. As he fucked you, he continued to kiss you all over. He moaned your name, along with a slur of compliments into your skin as he thrusted.

“Ohhh fuck, Jasper.” You sighed, as you felt something in your stomach tighten. The pressure continued to build, and build as he fucked you passionately. Suddenly, your muscles began to contract, and a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over you. Never before had you felt something so intense, yet so wondeful. You cried out his name as you came around him. He grunted, and kissed you with a burning passion before he too climaxed. Once he did, he held you close against him. His kisses continued as the both of you took deeo breaths, and came back down to earth. Once you did, Jasper pulled out, and layed down on your chest.

“I must confess, I’ve dreamed about this moment.” His voice was once again, soft and sweet. But kore relaxed than you’d ever heard before.

“As have I.” You held one another close.

“I’m afraid, I’ve come to the realization that…I’m in love with you, Y/N.” Jasper looked up at you, before you shared another tender kiss.

From that moment on, there was no going back. There was nothing that could be done to go back, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. Almost all your thoughts encompassed Jasper, and your new affair. In the first week, you and Jasper could barley keep your hands off one another. To try to keep it a secret between staff, you often resorted to doing it at night. When Jasper could easily sneak over to your room. Where you enjoyed making love in the bed you shared with your husband.

One morning, you awoke to find yet another lovley flower on your bedside table. You reached for it, and admired it.

“Mrs. Gould.” A voice caused you to jump. Across the room, Monty stood. A stern look on his face, and his hands behind his back.

“Monty! What in God’s name are you-”

“Please, forgive my intrusion. But I must speak with you privately.”

“About what?”

“Jasper.” Your heart sunk. He knew. Oh lord he knew, and he was going to tell your husband.

“What about Jasper?” You tried to play it coy.

“I know.” Oh god. “I know about your affair.” You had a good run. “And I know about your intentions towards Jasper.” It was nice while it lasted. “I will not say anything to Mr. Gould. If I were to, Jasper would lose his job, and you. And I cannot do that to him. However, by continuing this relationship you have put my best friend in danger. So I encourage you to end this now. Before it’s too late.”

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dunewizard · 5 years

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Session 3: The Cutlass

I wrote a write up for the last D&D game I was a player for, we’re attempting a duet campaign, so I finally got to play my Evil Aligned Gunslinger Drow character Carric Do’Rae! (Level 4 Rogue with 2 Revolvers found from the Dungeon Masters Guide)

I wanted to post one of the write ups here, i’d keep it under a readmore, but yeah! I added Heroforge figurines to help visualise people and scenes. Carric is a bit edgy and definitely isnt the type of character I go for, I just realised a Chaotic Evil character isnt... fit for most party scenarios. Its got a killer end to the session so if you do feel like reading a session recap written in first person - be sure to read to the end! :D

Session 3: The Cutlass

I surfaced in Southern Luskan, amidst the graves of the dead I rose as the zombies would. I knew The Cutlass was in the south side of town, and under the cover of the midnight moon I stepped out to the streets and hugged the darkness like a shield. I didn't get far before I felt like I was being followed, that hobgoblin from earlier was wreathed in an ominous shadowy cloak, I nodded to him but he seemed intent on getting me back on my mission. Fair enough.

Heading towards the wall I figured I must have been close to the docks, the stench of the muck I was in earlier has washed into the very cobbles that dot the ground in this city. Their stench brought in from seagoers and tradesmen alike, and speaking of them, a sextuplet of ne'er-do-wells approached me reeking of alcohol and rage. I kept to myself but I was more than ready to hit them up the moment they took a step in the wrong direction. They opted to call me out. "Oy! What do you think youre doing walking the streets at this hour?" they queried, slurring their words as they spoke. "I could ask you the same question, do you really want to do this? Incur the wrath of the mighty Spirton Baensek?" I bluffed. They seemed bewildered, the name was shared by someone I would care to forget from my past, but their name became a bit of a personal joke, so i used it. They seemed to ignore the name, and replied in turn with their own - I admit, I wasn't impressed with them in the slightest. At first I took them for a shift of Luskan Guards coming off work, I hadn't seen what they perhaps wore for a uniform so this was the best they had, I mean they appeared to be a Navy division perhaps. But it was evident from their demeanour and their willingness to slash me to death with their cutlasses implied they were Pirates to some degree, once they said they were the So-and-So Pirates, I knew they were little to no threat to me. “Oh! So youre not Luskan Guards? Well that makes this easy!” and With a quick flourish I doffed my cloak and drew my revolvers, I aimed them at the gang.

"Uh oh lads, he's a Wizard," they whispered among themselves "We'd better scram." They began to cower. "Uh - Sorry! Sorry Mr Baensek - we'll be on our way! Don't turn us inside out!". I put my cloak on once more, and motioned for them to clear off, and out of my way. I turned to watch them leave, and out of the corner of my eye I see the Hobgoblin was inches away from sending a deadly arrow into the eyes of their charismatic leader. At least I had a watching angel in case things go sideways. I reached the Inn, a brothel it seemed, brazzieres and bodies were being thrown everywhere upstairs, and stabbings were going on in the lower floor that contained the bar. Quaint. I didnt plan on staying long. There were two tough looking Grunts outside standing guard, I take it they wouldnt like drow - but I wonder about Elves in general. I posed as my Wizard persona Mr Baensek once more and held my tinderbox like a book. Without so much more than a "Get out of here you rapscallion - filthy - no good - snake in the grass - back biting - arrow slingin - stinking ELF" I was sent away like a street rat. Welcoming. Well, I needed to get in, and I didn't feel like waiting outside this location for the next 5 days on the hopes my man Morick wants to pay them a visit, even if I knew what he looked like I'd be up the River Rauvin without a paddle. So I needed a better plan. I took to the thieves highway up on the rooves, hoping to land a shot on one of the bouncers.

Hiding atop a roof, I aimed my Shortbow and took a shot.

His large frame was such a large and easy target.

He dropped like a feather brushed by the wind. Screaming in pain.

Noticing the noise I hightailed it out of there, I had a plan to circle the block and take a similar shot on the other bouncer, who hadn't moved from his post. Dedicated I guess. No one suspected a thing, noone was helping the sod on the floor - this town has been the first I can agree with in a long time. I couldnt quite find my mark on the second bloke, this angle was weird, but I wasnt going to risk being spotted here. I wedged my feet into the beams supporting a drainage pipe and attempted to fire a shot hanging off the side of the building, it was the closest to a sure thing that I had. Something shifted in my weight, and suddenly I realised I was too heavy - but it was too late. I began to fall towards the floor, I didnt want to miss this opportunity, so I aimed my bow while falling, and pincushioned the second bouncer. He dropped like a stone much like the first. But I was falling now, and I was falling fast. Reaching out I managed to grab onto a ledge, and met my falling speed perfectly. In fact It was so perfect that my momentum was held and sent me through the nearest window - waking up the resident of the house, an old man. In bed, barely awake, he begins fumbling for a broadsword under his bed, I was swift in taking his life. I drove my shortsword through his gullet, and he coughed blood everywhere, but it seemed he was not done dying - so to be sure I pulled his covers over him and made sure to stuff his mouth with his sleeping cloth. Meanwhile I could hear outside - the boucners were screaming about "Finding that damned Elf". Looking to the old man's meager table, there was some charcoal and writing paper with scribblings of death threats and extortion papers. I scribbled a note quickly: "Shut up about Elves" - a simple effective note. I tied it to another one of my arrows, and sent it into one of the bouncers who had began to stand. After reading the note he walked over to where I was, calling out to the old man - telling him to knock it off with his notes. This moron was creating such a ruckus, why didn't I just kill them and call it a day? Ugh. Searching around the Old Man's apartment I located the sword he was reaching for, I've never quite held something so hefty - let alone knew how to use it, I threw the sword out over my shoulder, not quite looking at where it would land. As luck would have it, the sword met the mouth of the bouncer quite well. In fact it slid down his gullet like a wet fish, killing him instantly. Bizarre These encounters took me all the way to morning, as I approached the bar it was coming to first light, parting the nightly fog. Stepping over the bodies of the bouncers, I made my way inside The Cutlass. A crew were cleaning up the exploits of last night, a small crew of women in bodices and corsets were on cleanup duty - they quickly tried to shoo me out, telling me to come back at midday when they open again. I had to insist, I was in a hurry to find Morick. I announced my business, that I was after Morick, I had heard he frequented this bar, and that I could find him here. I would be willing to pay for the information, and flicked the Hostess of this Inn a lantanese golden coin. A hush fell upon the room, "oh no, theyre that poor" I think to myself. I reach for my gold bag, and can you believe it, one of the maids were already reaching to grab it! The nerve! I kick the swine in the stomach, and with her out of grabbing distance I draw my Revolver and point it at her head. "You don't want to see what this does" I warn.

With eyes crossed, looking at the barrel, she stands up and begins to shuffle away. The Hostess suddenly straightens herself up, asks her workers to leave us alone - and takes me a little more seriously. I mean, I've come in with some serious money by the sounds - and I am willing to kill on a single attempt at thievery in a town famous for it’s thieves? I'm glad I made that impression, because it was dead on.

I sit at the bar with one hand on my purse, and the other hand on my gun, I couldn’t trust anyone except except my guns - that much I knew. The Hostess takes my measure and inquires what I'm looking for, I repeated that I need to locate Morick and that I was lead here, the rest was a mystery to me. I knew that money talked, so before she could land a deal I placed my price on the table. 5 Lantanese Gold Coins. The gold alone would likely have been enough but that crystal in the Lantanese made them a near collectors item this far from Lantan. I lay them on the bar and pushed them to her, I then made a case for her. "You don't really like this backwash town do you? With this sort of money you could sell this place and head as far as Baldur's Gate, if you fancy. Start up somewhere new, somewhere fresh, away from the grime of this city. I know I won't want to stay long, why should you?" She considered this for a moment, and the reserved look on her face knew it was enough for her, but for good measure to secure accurate information I threw in an extra coin anyway - she could have made an attempt on my life if she wanted, and then I'd have to kill her, so I'm working good faith into her now. In the true illuskan way, she sells her information of Morick as soon as she sees that 6th coin hit the bar.

She told me that he doesnt really come to this bar, but it was a bit of a trap to catch out those who wouldnt know any better, or learn how to be worth his time. Turns out Morick is a big time thief, assassin, and general ruckus-maker. His real haunt was a second location, across from the Winter Palace on the second floor. She warned he was known for his traps, so I should be prepared to dodge or disarm a bunch if I plan to break in uninvited. She then explained that If I were to flash a light at the 2nd story window facing the street, I may be granted entry but I'll need to learn the pattern as it changes every week.

Rats

She then explained that it'll take her a day and a half to skip town, so I'm not to make my move until she's ready. We'll see if I honour that with time. We’ll see if I honour that in time. This whole conversation was observed by the Bard who was sitting on the other side of the bar. I wasnt threatened by his stance, he was idly tuning a fiddle hoping I wouldnt notice him, I wager. He has been checking out the bag of Gold I have swaddled to my person. I turn to him, and address him directly. "Bard, I'll give you some of this money if you write a song about me - detail the fearsome might of the dreaded Gunslinger, Carric Do'Rae".

"... Sir... pardon... but what is a Gunslinger?" he said, quivering almost. At this point, one of the bouncers who were bleeding out just an hour earlier came to, and woke up. " YOU! " he screamed, pointing at me. He began to charge across the room at a breakneck pace.

While not breaking eye contact with the bard, I raise my right Revolver over my shoulder, and with a BANG I plant a bullet between the eyes of the brute, killing him instantly.

"... That's a Gunslinger"

#D&D #DnD Writeup #Carric Do'Rae #Carric is probably one of my favourite OCs I just wish he wouldn't be so evil #Drow am i right

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This Isn't Our First Time Around - Feudal Japan (1/?)

Camila could barely sleep that night, which she figured was a bad thing with her history of sleeping in class. She couldnt help it though, she was too excited.

So when her alarm went off at 7:00am, she was already in the shower and picking out her clothes.

Normally, Camila was the “sweats and hoodies” kind of girl, but she felt the need to look good today and she couldn’t pinpoint why.

(It definitely wasn’t because of a beautiful green eyed girl that she was going to see today, that’d be absurd.)

Deciding on a more casual look, Camila threw on a pair of dark high waisted skinny jeans and a black cropped tank top to accentuate her curves. Then she went to the bathroom to put some makeup on so that she didn’t look like complete trash. Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she smiled approvingly at herself before going back to her room to grab her phone and a jacket.

Once she deemed herself ready, she walked out of her apartment quickly and headed toward the museum.

She blushed a bit realizing she had gotten there ahead of time. The museum opened at 8:00am and she had arrived at 7:35am. But a familiar figure sitting on the steps relieved her. Or stressed her out more, she couldn’t tell.

As she approached, Camila took a moment to observe Lauren. Dressed in black skinny jeans and a grey hoodie topped off with a leather jacket, Lauren looked like a completely different person than she was yesterday. Much more comfortable and casual than the blazer and skirt she was wearing the day before. Camila found herself incredibly relieved that Lauren hadn’t noticed her yet, because she was definitely swooning right now.

“Hey there,” Camila greeted Lauren shyly with a small wave as she approached.

Lauren grinned at the brown eyed girl.

“Hey yourself. You’re here early,” Lauren said lowering her sunglasses a bit so Camila could see her raised eyebrow.

“I-uh-I’m really excited to learn about history. And you’re early too,” Camila countered quickly.

Lauren just smiled. “That’s cause I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said boldly while shrugging.

She stood up and dusted herself off, Camila eyes wandering to Lauren’s ass briefly.

“Well, no point in waiting,” Lauren said walking up the steps. Camila had to shake her head to focus and followed behind the green eyed girl.

“Are you allowed in early?” Camila asked unsure and Lauren laughed.

“Don’t worry-” she said, spinning the key ring around her finger, “my uncle owns the place."

She quickly unlocked the door and the two entered inside. Camila once again examined the large entrance. Lauren went to the front desk and pressed a few buttons as well as flip a switch. Suddenly, the room was full of lights and holograms.

"Welcome to the New Miami Museum of Ancient History. I’m Lauren, and I’ll be your personal tour guide today,” Lauren said, grinning from ear to ear as she watched Camila look around the room amazed.

“That was awesome,” Camila whispered under her breath.

“Trust me, this is only the beginning. Now why don’t we go find something for your history paper,” Lauren said, grabbing her hand and leading her down the same hallway as the previous day.

“This was the first exhibit my uncle showed me and I fell in love with it,” Lauren spoke as she lead Camila to a room. The sign above the door read ’Japan 1185-1868’.

“Feudal Japan?” Camila asked curiously and Lauren nodded, impressed.

“Glad you at least pay attention sometimes in that history class,” Lauren joked, pushing the double doors open and flipping the switch so the exhibit’s lights and holograms turned on.

Lauren began talking passionately about the exhibit and it’s history.

“The feudal period of Japanese history was a time when powerful families, called the daimyo, and the military power of warlords, known as shogun, and their warriors, the samurai, ruled Japan. The Yamato family remained as emperor, but their power was seriously reduced because the daimyo, shoguns, and samurai were just as powerful…” Lauren explained and Camila listened intently to every word that dripped from her lips.

They walked around the exhibit and Lauren talked on and on about great families and shoguns. Legendary battles that took place so long ago, their history recorded in texts and relics left behind.

But it was towards the end that Camila became enamored by a certain artifact. She felt herself drawn towards the display case where two swords sat. One was a traditional katana, but the other one was smaller. Both had yellow detailing and dragons carved along the handles.

“What’s this?” Camila inquired as Lauren silently observed her. Noticing what she was referring to, Lauren grinned excitedly.

“That’s a traditional Katana and its counterpart Wakizashi. Its story is one of my favorites,” Lauren said softly approaching the case with Camila.

Camila looked at the display again. It just felt so… familiar.

“Can you tell me the story please?” Camila pleaded and Lauren nodded. “Of course.”

“This is the story of the Daimyo princess and the assassin. It all began in…”

Feudal Japan, 1827

Lauren Jagu, heir to the Jagu daimyo family, sat in her room. Her father told her to stay inside since their rival, the Kami family, had sent assassins after them.

“My lady?”

The green eyed princess, a rarity among the people to have such eyes, turned to her maid. A smaller woman, named Camila.

“That will be all,” Lauren smiled. Camila nodded and bowed out of the room.

Lauren quickly made her way to the floor board by her bed and lifted it up, revealing a secret compartment containing a bow and quiver full of arrows. Lauren quickly changed and left the room through the window, bow and quiver in hand.

Camila watched from a far, making her way to her own room. She quickly lifted up the floorboard, revealing her own weapons, and quickly changed as well.

Lauren sat in front of the temple, incense burning slowly as she closed her eyes and prayed.

The shuffling of dirt from behind her alerted Lauren. She opened her eyes and grabbed her bow, quickly drawing and shooting several arrows towards the source of the sound.

She turned around and faced the figure that had approached her. His katana sat on the ground as the man’s blood seeped into the dirt.

Lauren approached the man and noticed that besides the arrows burrowed in his chest, his throat had been slit.

“You can come out now, I know you’re here,” Lauren called out.

A female figure in all black, wearing an oni mask, jumped out from the shadows. The yellow handle of her katana was engraved with dragons. Her Wakizashi sat on the small of her back.

“I apologize for stealing your kill, but I couldn’t risk him killing you,” the figure said. Lauren looked at her, unimpressed, before the figure continued.

“You come here every week, and offer incense for you brother and sister who died to the Kami family assassin.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” the figure said as Lauren surveyed the exits, half of her ready to make an escape, the other half ready to fight.

“He’s the assassin.”

That quickly stopped Lauren in her tracks.

“And how would I know that’s the truth?” Lauren questioned, curiosity getting the best of her. The figure walked over to the corpse and picked up his katana, showing it to the princess. Lauren noticed the green serpent carved into the handle.

“Because it wasn’t my father that hired him, rather my father has been searching for him as well,” the figure admitted, removing her mask to reveal herself.

“Camila?” Lauren asked, shocked. She was definitely not expecting her maid of all people to be a Kami.

“Kumari Camila Kami. Heir to the Kami family,” Camila introduced herself with a dramatic bow.

Lauren’s grip on her bow tightened as fury ran through her veins.

“You’ve been playing me this whole time?” Lauren shouted angrily. Camila shook her head quickly.

“At first, my intentions were to kill you. I wanted to prove myself to my father but… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I felt… drawn to you. And I know you felt it too.” Camila spoke, raising her hands in surrender.

Lauren glanced down. She had felt it. Many many times, when they were alone… Camila was always more than a maid to her since she arrived a few weeks ago. She was a friend.

But she was a Kami, and she betrayed her trust.

Lauren shook her head and drew her bow, shooting an arrow at Camila, who sliced the arrow effortlessly with her Wakizashi.

“Lauren, I don’t want to fight you,” Camila pleaded as she dodged another arrow.

“I just want to talk, to explain!” Camila suggested as another arrow came at her and she deflected it.

“Then we shall talk through battle!” Lauren shouted as she ran at Camila, swinging her bow. Camila parried her, but not before her leg was swept from beneath her and she landed on the floor.

She rolled out of the way before an arrow found itself in her head. She quickly ran up the wall of the temple, arrows burying themselves into the wall a second behind Camila.

Camila threw three shuriken, which Lauren responded by shooting them out of the air.

“Impressive!” Camila shouted before an arrow landed next to her head. Lauren was not letting up one bit.

“Lauren! My family wants the Kami and Jagu families to be allies. I want us to be allies! Our real enemy are the Swifts!” Camila shouted and Lauren raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Why would our enemy be a Shogun, miles away from us?” Lauren questioned angrily.

Camila slowly came out of where she was hiding, blades put away.

“Because he wants our land. He sent the assassin after your brother and sister. He came after my little sister!” She shouted, clearly distraught. “I knew he’d come after you, so I used my undercover position as your maid to track the assassin.”

Lauren pondered this information for a moment. The pieces finally fell together. The assassins sword..

Lauren gasped. “The Swift family crest, it’s a-”

“-Serpent.”

Both girls turned to the entrance of the temple. Standing in the doorway was Takeo, the son of the Swift Shogun, with ten samurai at his side.

“I’m sure your families will pay handsomely for you two,” he grinned mischievously, unsheathing his katana.

Camila pulled out her Wakizashi and offered it to Lauren, who smirked and shook her head. She drew an arrow and notched it on her bow.

Camila sheathed her Wakizashi and unsheathed her katana. Both girls stood back to back now, ready to fight together.

“You really hope to defeat all ten of us?” Takeo asked, surprised at their defiance.

Camila scoffed, “Ten?”

“You should have brought more,” Lauren chuckled before the samurai attacked.

Lauren quickly took out two samurai before they could even get near her, countering and killing another as Camila buried her katana into another samurai’s chest. Grabbing an arrow from her quiver, Lauren jammed the arrowhead into a samurai’s leg before knocking him unconscious with the limb of her bow.

Camila unsheathed her Wakizashi and threw it through the air, where it lodged itself into a samurai’s throat. Lauren quickly retrieved the Wakizashi while Camila took out another samurai. While her back was turned, two samurai tried to take Camila out from behind.

“Camila!” Lauren warned as she hit one of the samurai in the spine with the girl’s Wakizashi. Camila ducked as she spun around, thrusting her sword upward into the samurai who tried to sneak up on her’s stomach. Removing her sword and Wakizashi from the dead bodies, she ran towards Lauren and used her back as a mount, jumping into the air and slicing the final two samurai’s chests open, landing gracefully while their bodies fell to the ground with a thud.

“Do you think that you can defeat me?!” Takeo yelled angrily as the girls approached him, weapons in hand. “I am the son of the Swift Shogun! No one can defeat m-”

Takeo’s speech was cut short as Lauren’s fist made contact with his face, rendering him unconscious as he fell to the floor. Camila looked at Lauren with a surprised smile on her face, and Lauren just shrugged. “He wouldn’t shut up.”

Afterwards when Takeo was tied up to be returned as a prisoner, Camila approached Lauren.

“I hope you know, our friendship, even though it was made through a façade, is important to me. You are important to me,” Camila admitted.

Seconds later, she was surprised as she felt a pair of soft lips move against her own. Closing her eyes, she quickly reciprocated, her hand coming up to cup Lauren’s jaw gently.

“Idiot,” Lauren jested as she pulled away, making Camila smile widely before leaning in to kiss her again.

—-

“So the Kami family’s heir got married to the Jagu family’s princess, joining the families and creating a dynasty that would last until the end of the Feudal era.” Lauren concluded and Camila couldn’t help but grin at her passion.

“Although, it’s always eluded me. How did the Kami heir pretend to be a maid if he was a male?” Lauren wondered out loud.

“How do you know it was a guy? It could’ve been a girl?” Camila said, since apparently there were no records on the gender of the Kami heir.

“I mean, it could’ve. But I doubt they had a lot of girl on girl action back then. They aren’t as open as today’s society.” Lauren shrugged.

Camila thought hard, was Lauren implying that she was into girls as well?

“Anyway, on to the next exhibit?” Lauren asked and Camila nodded excitedly.

Maaaaaajor props to C for this insane chapter (and me for the fight scene at the end 💁🏼). He wrote it and we were both up til like 4am adding and changing stuff and we’re super stoked with how this turned out. Let us know how you guys are liking it so far!!

-K&C

(As always, you can read this story on wattpad here)

#UPDATE #series #AU #camren #submission #This Isnt Our First Time Around

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samanthasroberts · 7 years

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Kimbal Musk takes the tech entrepreneur ethos and applies it to food

The younger brother of Elon Musk, CEO of SpaceX and Tesla Motors, shares his same entrepreneurial spirit, but with a family of restaurants and a nonprofit to bring learning gardens to schools around the country

It can be tricky for anyone being the younger sibling, but imagine what it must be like to be the younger brother of Elon Musk, a businessman habitually referred to as a real life Tony Stark.

His reputation seems to get more outsized with each fresh headline. Just this week, the elder Musks company SpaceX filed paperwork asking for permission to use satellites to beam down Internet service from space. Meanwhile, his other high-profile company, Tesla, continues to make advances toward its ambition to make electric cars more ubiquitous. Then there is the fascination with colonizing Mars.

Kimbal Musk, 42, is a year younger than Elon and a very successful businessman and entrepreneur in his own right. But he admits the pair, who grew up in Pretoria, South Africa before moving to Canada to study and then the US, have a slightly different take on the world of business: We have similar views [though] his are stratospheric, while mine are more in the ground.

Food is a dominant theme in Kimbal Musks personal and business interests. He is a health-conscious chef, restaurant owner with his own sense of mission about subjects close to his heart: linking peoples food to their communities and tackling childhood obesity.

In an interview with the Guardian he speaks about his hopes for his food projects – and the inspiration he gets from his brother. The younger Musk, in addition to his work as a philanthropist, investor and entrepreneur, is a board member at Tesla, SpaceX, the Anschutz Health and Wellness Center and Chipotle Mexican Grill.

Ive always loved food, said Kimbal Musk, a co-founder of The Kitchen family of restaurants in Colorado and elsewhere, which make a point of sourcing from local farmers. Growing up, I cooked in the house, and when I cooked everyone would sit down and eat, and it was just kind of the way I connected with my family. I used to throw cooking parties in university. Everyone would come over sometimes youd just do a mac and cheese, but if you do that better than everyone else you can get people to come to you.

Kimbal Musk is gregarious and charming; his brother is intense and technical. Kimbal made millions working at a startup with Elon, and invested in his brothers biggest dreams along the way – and he is no less dogged about chasing a few of his own.

The differences between the things that give the brothers purpose are striking one Musk works to change the world through high-tech inventions, the other is most passionate about food, about teaching people to grow things and preparing meals that help people find a sense of community. Still, the younger Musk turns to a sports metaphor to explain how, different as they are, hes still learned plenty from his brother, whose business interests at times read like the pursuit of turning science fiction into reality.

When you think about basketball, and you watch someone like Michael Jordan play basketball even if youre a baseball player, theres still a lot to learn from there, Musk said. I really think about him more as my brother, to be quite honest. Its kind of a tough question to answer, because hes been so core to my life that its hard to describe specific things.

Elon clearly trusts his instincts, though, in light of the fact that, should he ever become incapacitated in some way, Kimbal is the SpaceX and Tesla trustee whod lead the task of figuring out what should happen with both companies.

Meanwhile, Kimbal has plenty of his own interests to keep him busy. He co-founded The Kitchen family of restaurants in Boulder in 2004, along with Jen Lewin and Hugo Matheson. It has eight restaurant locations today in Colorado as well as an out-of-town location, in Chicago. In addition to plans to expand in Chicago and Colorado, three new locations are on the drawing board for Memphis over the next couple of years.

The Kitchen actually refers to three related restaurant concepts. Theres The Kitchen, the organizations flagship community bistro, and The Kitchen Upstairs, a cocktail lounge with food prepared in a wood oven and artisan cocktails. Rounding out the list is The Kitchen Next Door, a community pub that serves things like burgers, salads, sandwiches, margaritas and beer.

For its Colorado-area restaurants, The Kitchen claims to source $1 million worth of product from local providers. In the Greater Denver area, The Kitchen serves 17,000 guests per week on average.

In 2011, Musk co-founded The Kitchen Community, a nonprofit that works to bring outdoor gardens Learning Gardens, as theyre called to schools around the country. Three years after its founding, the nonprofit had already built 200 such gardens in Chicago, Los Angeles and Colorado schools, reaching more than 120,000 children.

Its a different world entirely from the more fast-paced tech scene in which he once worked with Elon.

Their early partnership followed the younger Musks graduation from high school in Pretoria and decamping to Toronto to reconnect with his brother. Kimbal graduated from Queens College in 1995, the same year the brothers started the Web-based city guide platform Zip2, a venture which Compaq bought in 1999 for $307m. From there, the younger Musk began investing in tech companies, including Elons X.com, a payments venture eventually renamed as PayPal that eBay would snatch up for $1.5bn.

The brothers worlds diverged when Elon decided after some of his early successes to stay in the Golden State, while Kimbal moved to New York City and enrolled at the French Culinary Institute. He was there in 2001 during the terrorist attacks of September 11 and spent six weeks cooking for firefighters at Ground Zero, a formative moment for him.

My intent had been to go back to tech at some point, Musk said. Cooking for the firefighters, it was this just overwhelming sense of community that was created. Its impossible to describe how intense and awesome it was to see everyone doing that. It was simultaneously the best and worst thing that had ever happened to me to see 9/11 and be part of helping bring people together.

Doing that every day for 10-12 hours a day, six days a week, my brain couldnt go back to tech. I determined right there and then to open a restaurant.

He decided that it wouldnt be in New York, turned off somewhat by the intensity of the city. He instead traveled the country with his wife at the time and settled on Boulder, Colorado.

After Musk co-founded The Kitchen, the organization hummed along steadily for a few years. Then came a ski accident in 2010 that Musk calls a near death experience, one that left him hospitalized for months and helped crystallize his thinking about what would come next for him.

A restaurant, hed decided, could indeed be a positive force in its small corner of the world in things like the customers it touches, in the quality of ingredients it uses and in the care of preparation. But it couldnt really scale the ambition that drives so many entrepreneurs like the Musks, who crave big challenges, big wins.

After the accident, Musk said, I sort of got a new lease on life. I said I now have every excuse in the world to do what I want. And you know what? Im going to work on food culture and help food become fun and part of peoples lives again. The traditional restaurant is more commercial-oriented. But I want community through food.

That gave birth to his garden-focused nonprofit, which, when it comes to a new community, looks to plant 100 gardens at a time. The gardens are a combination play space and outdoor classroom that connect children to the process of growing food and give teachers an outlet for hands-on instruction. And The Kitchen Community raises $35,000 for each garden, a cost that includes everything from landscape design to site prep, while the finished garden can include things like internal irrigation, bench seating and curvilinear plant beds.

A mix of foundations and individual donors funds The Kitchen Communitys efforts across the states where its placed gardens. Today The Kitchen Community has more than 225 Learning Gardens in schools across Colorado, Chicago, Los Angeles and Memphis.

Tackling childhood obesity is a big motivation behind the gardens in schools.

When I look at the problem of obesity, its a depressing problem. So how do you create a solution that delights people? We came up with this design – my ex-wife, who Im still friends with, she knows how to create something where you go, Im so glad this is here. I really want to have this in my school. I want to learn here. The gardens, this is a product that really delights people.

In deciding where to take his garden concept next, geographically, Musk says the organization looks for cities that have foundations that can support a concept like this one. His team also looks at schools with districts amenable to the concept.

Not surprisingly, the level of support from one city to the next varies. If youre in a town like Boulder, he points out, theres not much foundation support from a problem like childhood obesity because its not a place where the problem of obesity is especially acute.

Meanwhile, gardens where children grow food while also learning about science, supporting local farmers and vendors, building operations that transform communities through food these are the among the things that occupy Musks mind, the things he wants to spend his money and time on. Innovation and purpose, to entrepreneurs like him, dont always have to involve gadgets and leaps in science sometimes it starts with a thing as mundane as the food we eat.

For me, I like to think in terms of three months out and 50 years out, Musk said. Three months out is what to do now, 50 years out is what Id like to do before Im dead.

If I look back and see specific communities where I made a difference using food, I will pass very peacefully.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/23/kimbal-musk-takes-the-tech-entrepreneur-ethos-and-applies-it-to-food/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/23/kimbal-musk-takes-the-tech-entrepreneur-ethos-and-applies-it-to-food/

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