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wolfasketch · 11 months
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Day 5 - Cosplay
The fifth image in my 30 Day Art challenge with @tinyevelyn.
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void-f3lt · 6 months
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🌟•:{Iter Astra}:•💫
In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have jolted up the moment he saw a humanoid lizard with sharp ass teeth, cause that headache and ringing ears was not worth making said orange and black monitor lizard with horns, also, jolt. Actually it looked like he scared the shit out of everything in the other cells, whoops at least he knows everyone else knows now.
His cell was less wide then the others and it has a cubby like area at the top, back and only solid wall, it was about seven and a half feet up, with a gap between the tile that he could probably put his fingers in so he could climb that easier. There were many different types of aliens, some sentient some not, in neighboring cells. 
One cell to his left and four to his right that he can see residents in but, there was definitely more probably twelve to sixteen and he can also hear at least one other floor under him. He was much smaller than all of them, since the stupid height average in space is six to seven feet tall for sentients that looked like the prey species. Though most of them still have claws, sharp teeth and/or talons, so like the animals back on Earth, they probably could still eat him if they hadn’t been fed for awhile. 
Whatever they drugged him with made him feel a little dizzy and nauseous so he laid back down. He did not whimper. He was just… unwell. *Yea. That was it.* He wasn’t scared because he was in space jail with predators and lost his brother... He was just feeling a bit sick. The lights seemed to be strong UV lights given the fact that he can see his Blaschko lines *I really hope I don’t get skin cancer from this or something. Why do they use UV lights in the first place.*
Every now and then, he’d look at the aliens in the other cells, they were interesting to look at and he was curious. There were aliens that walked outside his cell too and they wore armor and they either had more muscle or spikes. One looked dull purple humanoid scorpion, that one was staring at him for a little too long in his opinion. He tried to commit how often they passed by to memory. It would be helpful later to know their patrol schedule. 
The staring from nearly every other sentient seeming being there was unnerving. It felt like hours before most of them seemed to lose interest in him. Now a few aliens in the cells to his left and two from a cell to the right, seemed to be arguing amongst themselves. As Vecko would call it ‘a skinny big bird’ looking alien kept looking back at him, he kind of remembered seeing one back on another planet fighting some criminal, so he, a free traveling unlicensed space pirate, is trapped in a trafficking ship with a fucking space cop. 
As he realized this he fell on his back banging his head violently on the metal floor, groaned and said with his hands covering his mouth and eyes closed, “Fuck my life, why does it always have to be Me.” And judging by the sudden silence he scared the shit out of the other sentients again.
The big bird like sentient looked like a humanoid Sulpher-Crested Cockatoo, but with a longer beak. Instead of white feathers they had light gold and their crest was more beige-taupe. Pistachio green eyes. Their wings didn’t look like they could fly with them but they still looked longer then Tobey was tall and he was 5’3. *Fucking hell, why does the interplanetary height average have to be in the fucking double digits?* They also had taupe brown talons that were most likely three inches on the wings and the ones on their legs were closer to four or five inches. 
Also it was wearing a worn down sleeveless to accommodate their wings, black leather jacket that looked like the color of juniper bark in some places, the collar being the mast prominent from where he’s angled. *Probably faux given.. would they actually have issues with real leather? Are there cow looking aliens?* They also had a white tank-top, black sleeveless leather jacket, a black belt with venetian red and dark and possibly stained with blood, beige cargo pants, it looks more like shorts though. Apparently Alt/Punk fashion is universal, who knew.
After seemingly the end of a conversation that he completely missed Sulpher (what he’s calling the bird) stood up and started walking over to the bars and then squatted in front of Tobey, who shifted back just a little bit before realizing that Sulpher can’t reach him cause of the electrocuted bars. A slightly familiar warbling came from Sulpher. He only says slightly because he’s heard similar when stealing borrowing his ship from the sellers in that unlicensed port he crashed into. 
Sulpher didn’t try to reach through the bars but they were looking directly at him. Not his eyes though cause apparently that’s a universal way to either get your ass beat or cause an entire building to be evacuated. Yes he learned that the hard way. Fun days.
Sulpher shifted after a moment, bringing their armwings together to fiddle with its talonfingers. *Were they nervous? Is that what happened to their collar?* They made noise again and Tobey noticed a pattern as well as a questioning little shift to its tone. *So it is a language!* And they were trying to ask him a question. Now he’s getting excited. The lizard from the right-most cell said something, and then he whipped his head back and made everyone flinch, again. He should really stop doing that.
Sulpher then replied with a bright tone, and  turned their attention back to Tobey. They pointed at him and then drew a circle in the air. Tobey shifted to sit criss-cross (which Sulpher and a dull navy with pastel pink accents, humanoid dragonfly looked at him weirdly when he did so *probably not normal then*) so that he could see better and also to be more comfortable, he and his brother always sat like this when they got dad to go on a rambling spree.
Were they asking what planet he’s from? That seemed possible based on the context. “Earth.” The aliens all froze when he spoke. Sulpher recovered first. They put a hand to their chest. “### ##### ## Ariho.” Tobey squinted his eyes a little in frustration that he didn’t know words he hasn’t been taught yet. “Ariho,” they repeated while patting their chest. They’re telling him its name! Or species. Either way not a normal word, therefore important.
“Ariho?” He mimicked almost perfectly, (a hint of a British and it would have been perfect) and apparently that isn’t common thing and/or they just weren’t expecting him to get it right first try. Everyone listening startled *again, why??* but then Sulpher made a chirping sound. They were probably happy, maybe they were part of a species that was oriented on parent/child relationships. 
That’d be pretty cool, and convenient if he played his cards right. No, no manipulating.
Then Sulpher/maybe Ariho pointed to Tobey. Do they want his name?
“Tobey,” he offered. 
“Obeey?”
“Tobey.”
“Toebean?” That one made him laugh.
“Tobey.”
“Tobey?”
“Tobey,” he confirmed with a nod and thumbs up, which in hindsight probably confused them a little but either way they got names down, Now what?
Sul-Ariho? repeated the pointing and drawing a circle motions, this time adding a gesture to the cage around them. He was still a little dazed so, they were back to square one on that one. The charades repeated a few more times before they realized he wasn’t getting they tried something else, that he could not make sense of in the slightest therefore that also failed. 
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drama--universe · 10 months
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Lie Detector Curse
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Requested by anonymous: Hi, I picked up some idea from the foreign stories and came up with an idea for a request: How would Meng Yao, Lan Zhan, Zewu Jun and Wen Ning react to a reader who has something like a ''useful'' curse? Anyone near the reader lies, gets caught, gets hit out of thin air, has colored hair, longer nails, or has a colored aura around them...how would they react to a reader with this curse? Would they appreciate it or take it badly? Thx!
Pairing: Untamed boys x reader
Warnings: none, I think
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Lan Zhan:
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You can see auras of people
which leads to being able to see if they're dangerous or not
and also when someone is truthful or not
Lan Zhan is concerned about this
and honestly, I think he'd take it badly
because he thinks that you sacrificed something to gain such powers
it's not every day that you meet someone that can sense if someone is lying or not by seeing auras
it isn't until you explain that you had been cursed by someone else, that he somehow feels better about your powers
not fine really, because you still got cursed
he doesn't worry about them perse, he never lies
but he surely will ask for your help with some of his work that includes socializing with people
he's not good with people
and they tend to lie to him when he asks questions
and thus you follow
it makes his life much easier
and his journeys significantly shortens in time
so it definitely grows on him after time
just give him awhile
Lan Xichen:
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your hair changes color depending on who you talk to
it depends on emotions
red for anger, blue for sadness, yellow for happiness, green for envy and black for nothing
but when someone lies, it turns to white
Lan Xichen definitely finds it peculiar
he isn't sure what to think
even after an explanation
he's mortified that someone would curse a child, mostly
he, honestly, finds it a bit funny at times
because you can't fully control it
which means that your hair changes at any time
even if you're talking to someone you barely know
and they always tend to run off after
he tries his best to hide his smile
but he's always quick to make sure that you don't take it to heart
he usually doesn't ask for your help regarding your curse/gift
only when it is absolutely necessary
which is often only when you jump in on your own accord
he's one of the four who really wouldn't care much in the end
Meng Yao:
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you're a bit like Wen Ning
your appearance changes and your eyes turn black when someone near you is dangerous or lying
(you change immediately when you see him)
nonetheless, he never really lies to you
he learns that your powers don't take in account when he just leaves certain things out to avoid the actual truth
he finds a way to use your power for his benefit
because it makes his plans easier
he asks questions to people while you hide away
you can later tell him if it was the truth or a lie
he enjoys your powers to the fullest and you know this
hence why you stay by his side
because other people get frightened when they see you
Meng Yao never asks how you got your powers
because he honestly doesn't care
he's not here to be your best friend, he just needs your powers
when you couldn't help him out, he'll discard of you
maybe not, if you're lucky
Wen Ning:
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your powers basically flip a person upside down if they lie
you can control it, you just have to look at the person as they talk
they lie?
they get thrown in the air and hung upside down
it isn't pleasant
you often don't look at people because of it
until you meet Wuxian
who loves it and lies on purpose
through him, you meet Wen Ning
who loves to see another person like him
cursed
he's practically a puppy as he talks to you
if he had a tail, it would be wagging left and right
always smiling near you
doesn't dare to lie, not that he ever would lie to begin with
he gets you more comfortable with eye contact again
soon enough you hold eye contact with everyone again
(Wuxian loves watching as you talk, waiting for someone to flip up again)
Wen Ning is just glad that you can go back to "normal"
at least conversation wise
he'd also make sure that you don't hate your gift
he calls it a gift, even if you don't agree fully
because he feels like it is a part of you and you can't hate yourself
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kiruamon · 10 months
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More cat stuff (+ 1 dog)!
I felt like expanding the idea a little further. So this time we can welcome the rest of the color gang. (For a easier search I tagged the last entry of this AU and this entry as pet au).
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Some background information:
Oz lived on the streets, where he accidentally wandered into Damien's fathers' territory. Damien spotted him there and chased him out of the territory, which led to them rushing through half the city with neither of them quite knowing where they were when they stopped. Oz was thankfully able to convince Damien that he would help him get back to his territory if he didn't hurt him in return. Damien reluctantly agreed, and Oz oriented himself based on buildings and other prominent features that had caught his eye during their chase until they actually made it back in one piece.
From then on, Oz would often run into the horned feline when Damien was on a stroll outside of his territory, and over time the two bonded.
Oz had no permanent shelter for a long time. Most of the time he looked for some empty cardboard boxes in dark back alleys for a place to sleep. Never really feeling safe, he often lived in the justified fear of being chased away by someone from his temporary shelter. At least until the day he was found by the Color Gang.
It was a huge shock for him when a gigantic dog suddenly appeared in front of him. Stiff with fear, he couldn't get his feet to move and instead tried to crouch down as small as he could. Maybe the big dog would overlook him?
As the beast grabbed his hackles, Oz was completely sure that his life had now come to an end as a dog's snack! But instead, the strange dog carried him right up in front of the paws of two unfamiliar cats, who visibly eyed him with curiosity.
That day he made new friends in Vicky, Amira, and Brian, who decided on the same day to take Oz to their owner in the hopes that their owner would take him in.
Brian carried Oz to his owner, holding the little kitten by the scruff of his neck, while Amira and Vicky looked at their owner with begging faces like, "Look! Look what we found! Isn't he cute? Can we keep him? Please, please, please!"
Amira then whispered to Oz: "Okay, Oz. Now it's your turn. Remember what Vicky taught you. You can do it, you've been practicing for it, after all."
Despite being rather anxious and having a lot of heart pounding, Oz does his best, looks up and tries to put on his cutest expression, while all he can manage is a tiny mousey mewl from all the pressure.
The owner never stood a chance against all these begging faces. The mission was a complete success!
So Oz is taken in by the owner of his friends and from then on lives with them.
The Color Gangs Owner calls them Blue, Green, Red and Yellow. Yellow for Oz since the little guy had a yellow ribbon entangled around his neck, when he was brought to him. He soon replaced it with a yellow collar.
Having a warm and most of all safe home is a whole new experience for Oz, which he fully enjoys.
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Group picture! Whereby Amira's design here still represents the first version, which I changed later.
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Once Oz got used to Brian - and the fact that he wouldn't eat him - he started to appreciate the presence of the extremely friendly and calm dog.
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Brian, on the other hand, isn't feeling bothered by Oz's clinginess. On the contrary. He, too, has certainly taken a liking to their newest group member.
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Napping time is always a good time.
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Brian often makes a bit of a mess when he eats, as he can't stop some of the food from falling out of the gap in his muzzle.
The owner has therefore placed a mat under the food bowls to make it easier to sweep up the leftovers.
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The old Amira design. I changed it, because it thought it looked to much like a fakemon.:'3
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So I settled with this design instead.
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Amira plays with Vicky and Oz from time to time, although she is not always in the mood to amuse them and is quicker to make it clear when she wants to be left alone. She is often outside the house to hunt and allows Oz to accompany her every now and then if he shows interest. When she gets angry, her fire burns even stronger and hotter. In that case it can happen that her fire, which otherwise isn't a threat, becomes dangerous. For such emergencies, the owner has placed fire extinguishers in every room as well as sprinklers.
Oz really likes the warm and pretty looking little amber sparks and tries sometimes to catch one.
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Vicky was immediately overjoyed to welcome her new family member. She is full of energy and outright curious. She invites Oz on every adventure, no matter how small it is. Vicky is definitely happy to have a playmate who has a similar size and can often be seen bouncing around with Oz. Despite her peppy nature, she is very good at sensing when Oz needs a break and giving him time to rest. She has been the one who has shown Oz everything in his new home. From the place with the food bowls to her favorite places to play and more.
When she is very excited, it sometimes happens that she gives out small electric shocks. In addition to that, her fur charges quickly when she walks on carpets or is petted for a while and then also gives out very light electric shocks again when touched. She has a habit of licking at electrical outlets to give her body new energy. Her owner had to give up trying to stop her from doing this if he doesn't want to replace chewed through wires every few days instead.
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Cat pile!
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An empty box! There is no better toy!
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When nervous or frightened, Oz tends to sink into shadows to the shock of his new owner.
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For Damien it was a big surprise to find out that his friend suddenly lives with a human as his house cat. And then also in the company of other animals! Damien felt betrayed at the sight of the warmly lit living room and Oz's carefree playing when watching the smaller one through the window.
When Oz noticed him and jumped onto the windowsill to suddenly be shouted at by Damien before his friend turning away from him, Oz no longer understood the world.
Although Oz didn't have a chip for the cat flap at this point due to an upcoming visit to the vet. He still found a way out to follow Damien thanks to his shadow ability. He had quite a bit of trouble following the angry cat, who no longer wanted anything to do with him.
Oz called desperately several times after Damien until the other finally stopped. When Damien turned around furiously and was ready to make clear, even with claws if necessary, that Oz should leave him the hell alone, his anger fizzled out at Oz's trembling figure and tear-stained face.
In the end, Damien realized that he was the one who had overreacted. That he wasn't really angry that Oz had found a home for himself. But that he had simply been jealous to see him with others. And that his initial concern that something had happened to Oz when he had not found him in the usual places had turned to anger because he thought Oz had now replaced him and no longer needed him.
After talking things out, and as soon as Oz was finally officially allowed to leave the house as well, Damien felt much more at ease. Oz enjoys his walks and hang-outs with Damien and is also more than happy that there are no more misunderstandings between them. Apart from that, Oz doesn't hide his affection for Damien and shows him at every possible opportunity how much he likes him.
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Oz will bring Damien his favourite mouse toy as a present to show him his affection. It's very effective.
Damien brought Oz a death bird the next day. Oz wasn't so sure what to do with it but was happy none the less.
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Damien doesn't know how to retract his claws. But he always goes sure to not hurt Oz. Oz on the other paw trusts Damien completely even if it makes him all flustered when Damien is being suddenly more cuddly with him. (But he also reeeeeally likes it. So Oz doesn't complain about it.)
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Oz looking all dreamy at Damien, some nose nuzzling and having a stroll together through the town.
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Maybe there will come more? No promises though.:')
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cornus27florida · 11 months
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I am curious about your theory about the Clam, the price for informations if you have green eyes, I don't remember rezdibg about it before and it's fascinating!😯🤔 Can you tell more about it please? 😀
Thanks Saemi for reaching out there, Saemi!
TBH kinda easier to search from the 'electric' icon on Tumblr, that theory is part of my answer for 'favorite CPC theory'
For now I am not really feel the theory gonna be true as I feel I am actually overthinking/analyzing the theory.. but in short (before I forwarded the theory as a whole) - the theory elements are simply 'Frederick is the iconic green eyed CPC character, might need to ask the Omniscient Clam for resolving things' -> 'Leelathea, the only confirmed so far of the Clam asker has green spectrum eyes (even thou dark)' = It's coincides that the panel about the Clam has green eyes?
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^ this panel of Ep 127 make me theorizing of the possibility that the Omniscient Clam is actually a cursed artifact, that in exchange for the knowledge it bestow after being asked - it will suck out the life force of the asker - which seems the limitation of the asker is being green eyed person (also notice that the color shade is similar with Frederick's). I feel this sinister info of the Clam is hidden in the remaining part of Lilyth's diary that Aurelia hasn't read, and as Lilyth is the only confirmed person that asking the clam-having green grey eyes-and passed away due to some mysterious cause.. I feel her death and being the asker of the Clam is deeply related, and the Clam is ready for it's next victim - Frederick - with the color that it loves for. + Also in long run, I feel the fact of Frederick 'nearly' asked the cursed artifact when he join the CPC in the future - it kinda neat for him disagree that he not deserving to joins the CPC but then the members will say something along the line : Even though you technically not cursed, but you nearly cursed by using that cursed artifact ! ~ which another theory/HC, the Clam could help the CPC members to find answers/cures for their curses
🎸Favorite fan theory: -> it never left my head, so I make it
Frederick will attempting to sacrifice himself to asking the Omniscient Clam (that actually a cursed artifact) about how to awakes Gwen -> but the very same moment he gonna do it, Gwen will awakes by herself and stop him + Lilyth's soul is trapped in the item that Leland stole and later on she will protects her children from the Plaid troop army
Remember the early arc when Frederick is a selfish person?
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I theorized that in this final season we have ultimate chara Frederick's development from used to being selfish thinking "I can't give you anything you need" to being selfless at the final season with "I will offer my whole life to save you" -> as he'll ask the Clam (forced by Leland, that thinks finally his 'worthless' son now has value to becomes a sacrificial lamb), knowingly it will suck his life force like Lilyth - as he becomes self-less (doing so to saves Gwen so she'll awakes, and protecting people around her espc CPC that been exposed by Plaid troop) and thought that he better not exist in Gwen's life
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-> like the panel in episode 145, Frederick thought could likely be "I am the worst, so if I am leaving Gwen's life in order to saves her and people that she cares about (CPC+Pastel folks) then it will be okay to accept this devil bargain" - never thinks that he also integral part of Gwen's life and shouldn't be gone
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P.S: rereading, I realized that Leelathae's eyes more of grey instead green - and the necessary element which is the Omniscient Clam (that supposed to be brought on by the Pastel King, Jack) not in the story aspect yet which make me discourage this theory more. In the present, I am still stickig with Frederick's ultimate character development from used to be selfish to become selfless in this final episode - but how he do it still a big mystery that we'll let LambCat take how it goes (although from AIPT interview it likely related like this)
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indigo-flightly-falls · 9 months
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Hii!! For the ask game, 1, 4, 5, 6, and 14? Thx!!
Helloooo!!!
I'm talking about the SoD AU because I can >:}
1 Do you have a backstory for [character] without one? Is it relevant to how you write them?
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure empires season 1 Joel never got much of a backstory (besides maybe some x-life stuff? idk I haven't watched empires!Joel or X-Life). Which means I'm fixing that :D
Joel's upbringing is deffiently the best out of the Bad Boys, which is saying something about the others- And it reflects in how he acts! As prince, he always had to be on the lookout, for his subjects safety and for people who would try to hurt him and/or said subjects! It results in him judging people long before he meets them, and this can greatly impact how he interacts with people! He's general unhinged-ness is also something from his backstory, as his whole island relied a lot on hunting, and often times worked with wild wolves or dragons to share food! Joel would actually spend weeks in the forest, hunting or hanging out with dragons, and it's resulted in him sometimes forgetting that people don't often act like a dragon when angry or while hunting.
4 If you could change something canon about [character], what would it be?
Does the entirety of the 3rd HTTYD movie count? If not then Stormheart. I don't know if it's ever explained why she wants to keep Lumie safe? Like it just seems to oppose her established characterization of not really caring about dragons or using them as weapons.
5 Are there any particular locations, whether from the source material or your own mind, that you enjoy writing?
The Hidden World is one, and I also quite enjoy the School or Vanaheim! In the game, I loved flying around them, especially the Hidden World Annex because it was a giant circle, so I didn't need to turn around if I didn't want! And I think that carried over to the SoD AU, because I love describing how the Hidden World looks or what it's like at the School or why Vanaheim matters to Etho specifically!
6 How do you envision [character] when writing about them?
Putting this below the cut because I went on a full ramble. And the next question has a long answer as well lol
Honestly this is a bit of a hard one. I'm not great with descriptions and character design is a bit of a weak spot for me, but I'll give it a try with Etho!
I think they literally only wear one outfit unless forced to wear something else, much to the annoyance of Skizz (who is the exact same way). Said outfit is a basic white shirt under a black jacket with green patches wherever it's been torn. They also have scales sown into the jacket, if one of their dragon friends shed, you can bet Etho will have a new scale sown onto the arms of their jacket. They often wear just plain black pants, simply because it's easier to explore new islands and have full mobility. If they weren't planning to go out flying, they might try on a skirt because fuck gender roles. I genuinely think despite the fact it would be better for traveling, they do not wear boots. They stick with sandals or something a bit like sneakers. They are doing this out of spite.
Of course, they've got their mask. It's probably been torn at least five times since they've landed on Berk, but hey, it's just some fabric and can be replaced with ease. They probably also remake their headband with the mask, because consistency is important.
I chose to let them keep the two colored eyes, because it's fun :) They've still got the red left eye, and their right is really dark green! We're keeping the white/black/green color theme :D Of course, we've got white hair. I'm saying it's natural, because if there are dragons why not let somebody have white hair? It's also established in the 4th chapter that Etho knows how to make purple dye for a strip of their hair! (also it's never mentioned but they probably had long hair before arriving on Berk, cut it around the time of joining due to getting teased, and later started growing it out again a bit)
As well as that, they are probably also tall and skinny, due to the fact that they do not eat enough. It isn't on purpose, they are just very forgetful and dragons + Skizz take first priority. They also have horrible posture and look about half a foot shorter then they are :)
14 What is something you would like to talk at length about?
Well uh. I talked a lot about Etho's appearance above but also, dragons.
Etho - Starlit'Void (sand wraith) and Lumie (luminous krayfin). I gave them Starlit'Void because he was my starting dragon and I thought it would be fun! Lumie is more of a technicality, because he's not a playable dragon in game, but with how often he appears in quests, I think I can say he's Etho's now. (also because if you've seen the second httyd movie, there's this scene when Valka is riding on Cloudjumper as the bewilderbeast rises from the ice and I am imagining that but with Etho + Lumie when he fully grown) All other dragons are part of Etho's hoard and are either from quests, their and Skizz's children, or just ones that stick around for fun!
There is another dragon Etho gets, a [redacted] named Stardust! I cannot explain much due to spoilers for a not-yet released fic, but I chose Stardust because around the time the fandom got confirmation of a 4th series, everybody started trying to decide what the winner's title could be! And someone suggest Stardust if Etho won and it lives in my head rent free (It was suggested to fit with the astrology theme + redstone!).
Skizz - Gaze (triple stryke). Personally, I feel like (both 3L and SoD!)Skizz and post-redemption!Dagur share a lot of similarities and hey, why not share the same dragon species! I'll also explain Holly here because why not. Holly is also a triple stryke that Etho and Skizz adopted during Stormheart's first attack on the edge, and the two of them raised her together!
I think to a point Pouncer and Ruffrunner could be counted, but I see them less of Etho and Skizz's dragons and more of future alpha's that the two humans are helping grow!
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cleromancy · 6 months
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actually. still thinking about the stuff i mentioned in this post about like. people getting disproportionately mad at jason for mia compared to. like. any other supervillain that is *absolutely* also supposed to be somewhat sympathetic. like, thinking of two-face here in robin: year one (the dixon/beatty version).
because harveys role in the plot is adjacent to what Jason's is. he poses a clear danger to robin that makes the guardian/mentor reconsider the wisdom of having a kid sidekick at all. jason's actually there to make mia think about it, moreso than ollie, but their role as the antagonist of the story raises similar questions.
and i get that with comics in particular, your emotional reaction to what you read will always be influenced by what you see the fandom doing, and you do have... like im fairly sure the harv apologists are just like "i dont care who he hurt he looked good doing it" (and tbeyre so valid for that). and by comparison the jason legion, for we are many, are this whole scatterplot range of--some people only like him as a villain/think hes "unredeemable" (🙄), and some people want every bad thing hes ever done to be whooshed away by "pit madness" (🙄), and some people who. i have no ill will towards them but theyre fans of the new guy, the prime earth guy, and thats just a different character from my guy to the point that hes not even really relevant to ga 69-72 when we talk about it-- but nevertheless theyre in the same fandom, and the guy they like has the same name. so that can color peoples interpretations of whats on the page jf, for example, any of those factions really grates their cheese.
anyway. all that aside i do still feel like people get very angry at jason for being the antagonist--being a supervillain, even--maybe because he's so sympathetic by comparison in under the red hood/lost days (or i guess stuff the new guy's been in, if thats more your speed). like why did he terrorize mia! why did he scare her and beat her up!
and while i think the answer to that, from a character motivation perspective, is so obvious as to be. fucking asinine to need it spelled out-- the real answer is because as the storys antagonist he is there to challenge the protagonist. and in this case the challenge is not only the physical fight, its also a challenge to the question of whether or not plucky teen sidekicks should still exist in a post-death in the family dcu, where the baddies are badder and anyone can die.
r:yo was never asking that *specific* question, so lets just set it aside. thank you for your help harvey.
jason is a much easier target for reader anger than ollie because well. jason is absolutely doing something *wrong,* and he knows it, but he also has a fucking point, *and he knows it.*
ga01 was ABSOLUTELY engaging with and exploring aspects of the kid/teen sidekick trope that we know and love--mia kills a man on her test run, and the responsibility for mia being in a position where she felt like she had to do that, and the resulting trauma, is placed squarely and correctly on ollies shoulders. mias origin story meant she was never safe in her fucking life until she moved in with ollie, and now she finds out its left her with something permanent and life-changing--shes HIV+. what is safety? what is childhood? what does she want out of life, faced with her own mortality? she wants to help people. she wants to be a hero. and the way this unfolds, in the context of the dcu and how it works, you can see why ollie says yes this time. (and im so so glad he did.)
and jason shows up 20ish issues later when shes good and established to be like, "hi. you sure about that?"
and this is a chicken or the egg kind of situation where jason would not have done this to a civilian. shes a superhero. shes in uniform. there is an inherent danger to doing that and while you know that--both you the reader and you, speedy, green arrows junior partner and teen titan--nobody demonstrates it like jason "trolley problem" todd, both as the first notable dead sidekick and an incredibly dangerous, incredibly *terrifying* person. one who is *hell-bent* on *proving* it to you.
and when i say chicken and egg i mean while jason's responsible for his own actions, Ollie is explicitly responsible for mia's safety. imo blowing up the school wasn't to scare mia--it was to scare ollie. jason took the stakes of what it means to be speedy, or to *have* a speedy, and made them concrete. and that takes the concept of a plucky teen sidekick and makes it uncomfortable again because, god, she's just a kid. should she really be fucking doing this? (should her guardian really be *letting* her do this?)
(and people forget this, or purposely ignore it, but jason cant be more than 2 years older than her in this continuity, using tim as a benchmark. and i say this not because i want to emphasize that he would see mia as a peer rather than a child--though he would--or to imply he wasnt responsible for his actions--he was. i say this bc what was he doing in the supervillainy, he should have been at the club)
what i was getting at was i think rather than allowing the concept to exist in that gray area it is so much easier, so much more comfortable, to instead just be like. Well jason shouldn't have done that. he could have done it a different way. if he never put her in danger she wouldn't have been in that danger that night. and yknow all of those things are true but they don't negate the point he was making (and he was also doing more than that yk but this post is already Long lol), which was that that uniform puts a target on her chest. are you prepared for what that means?
and the difference between jason doing this, and Harvey, aside from the relative annoyingness of the people who want to condemn or exonerate them, is that. jason is not just a supervillain. he is a victim of *exactly* this thorny question. and he became a supervillain directly in response to this. you can not separate his actions here from the part where he knows what the fuck hes talking about, because it happened to him. and to make that less thorny, less uncomfortable, the focus turns away from the point he was making back to. Well he shouldn't have done it like he did it. while also ignoring that...... he did it like he did it because he knew how it felt, what it meant, to be a hero. if he didn't do it like he did it, would it have gotten through to them at all? would we still be talking about it like 20 years later?
anyway jason did such a good job posing uncomfortable questions in the narrative 🥰 im so proud of him for all his hard work!
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cerubloodic | cerubreathic | cerudoomic ceruheartic | ceruhopeic | cerulifeic cerulightic | cerumindic | cerurageic ceruspaceic | cerutimeic | ceruvoidic
cerubloodic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded blood player
cerubreathic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded breath player
cerudoomic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded doom player
ceruheartic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded heart player
ceruhopeic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded hope player
cerulifeic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded life player
cerulightic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded light player
cerumindic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded mind player
cerurageic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded rage player
ceruspaceic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded space player
cerutimeic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded time player
ceruvoidic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded void player
[pt: cerubloodic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded blood player
cerubreathic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded breath player
cerudoomic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded doom player
ceruheartic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded heart player
ceruhopeic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded hope player
cerulifeic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded life player
cerulightic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded light player
cerumindic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded mind player
cerurageic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded rage player
ceruspaceic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded space player
cerutimeic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded time player
ceruvoidic: a gender related to being a cerulean-blooded void player. end pt]
day 4 of vriska coining week, ‘cobalt/blue blood’! i'm also queueing versions of these terms for the other blood colors, they'll just be posted at a later date (all tagged under 'castespectic' to make them easier to find). if anyone is interested, i may also do terms that include lunar sway and name them after the extended zodiac signs!
the top three stripes represent cerulean(/cobalt)-blooded trolls and the bottom two represent the aspects. i flipped the breath and life colors to have the darker shades on top, since the lighter shades were hard to differentiate from the grey stripe. each term is 'ceru' from 'cerulean', the aspect, + 'ic'!
tags: @radiomogai, @a-quilted-milky-way
flag id: twelve flags with 5 stripes. each flag's top three stripes, in order, are very dark sky blue, dark sky blue, and light grey.
the top left flag's bottom two stripes are red and very dark red. the top middle flag's bottom two stripes are blue and sky blue. the top right flag's bottom two stripes are very dark faded green and black. the upper left flag's bottom two stripes are red-pink and dark red-pink. the upper middle flag's bottom two stripes are light cream and light golden yellow. the upper right flag's bottom two stripes are dull yellow-green and grey-tan.
the lower left flag's bottom two stripes are bright yellow and bright orange. the lower middle flag's bottom two stripes are light teal and dark green. the lower right flag's bottom two stripes are faded purple and dark purple. the bottom left flag's bottom two stripes are off-white and near-black. the bottom middle flag's bottom two stripes are bright red and red. the bottom right flag's bottom two stripes are dark blue and very dark blue. end id.
banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.
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The Photoshoot (Part 26)
Cillian Murphy
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Dear anon! Here is still Monday ☺️ I kept my promise 🙈 I hope you guys like this part 💖
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“We can go to a hotel until they bring everything.” Cillian suggested after hanging up the call, Yael looked at him worried.
There was a mistake with the truck that had all their furniture and belongings, it was sent to another city and would come back in two more days, their new house was ready and Cillian’s old apartment contract had already expired so they couldn’t go back there. All they had was the new telly and the mattress on the floor just because they just bought them and it arrived that morning, the kitchen was ready but it was empty, the boxes they could fit in Cillian’s mini Cooper-which wasn’t much really- and his brother’s van, they only took their clothes and personal belongings with them, and of course, Scout’s bed and toys.
“We’ve already spent a lot of money on the moving Cill, besides they won’t allow Scout in, I’d prefer to stay here and have some rest, the packing has worn me out.”
A stay in night sounded perfect, between the play, interviews, another photoshoot he did and the moving to the new house, he was tired too.
“Our first night here… can’t believe it.” He whispered rubbing her arms up and down, looking around them to the empty room.
Yael leaned in against his chest, feeling his arms around her back. “We could make a picnic inside.”
“With our huge fridge.” He grinned looking at the pair of coolers they got. The fridge was supposed to be delivered that morning but the store rescheduled for the next day.
She took a moment to take their surroundings in, this house was the best decision they could made; it had a basement, then the drawing and dining room, as well as the kitchen were in the first floor, upstairs they had five bedrooms and finally the attic on the fourth floor. The Victorian style property was built around 1,800 and all the original details added the perfect touch, the kitchen was recently renovated and they even got to keep the fireplace. Yael would sell her Manchester apartment to get a smaller one, and the money she got left, she would use it on the new house.
“Look at the bright side, soon we will start filling this house with memories and beautiful moments, your family, mine, the baby, Scout…” he was taking a nap by the window, ray of sunshine lighting him as if he was a holy pet.
Cillian lifted Yael in his arms, a happy squeal coming from her, walking to the kitchen, he placed her on top of the island. “Are you coming to the play tonight?” His fingertips running up and down her legs, she was wearing denim shorts, it was a hot summer day.
Yael started kissing Cillian on the chin, and worked all the way around his jawline until some seconds later she thought he had enough from her teasing and made her way down from his temple until she reached his mouth.
“I’ll just call Enda so he can have my backup tonight. We have to start christening every room.”
Yael giggled. “Just go already, I’ll stay and keep unpacking.”
Cillian just groaned against her neck. He really needed to go to make it on time.
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She had organized the perfect moving plan; every box had a number and color to make it easier to know which room it belonged.
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So, she started with Cillian’s clothes, she just had to take the hangers from the bags and that was it, life hack, slowly she started to fill their walk-in closet, the winter clothes would remain in the boxes… as she was working with his jeans, her cellphone rang, without looking at the screen she pressed the green button.
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“Hey baby! How are you?”
“Violet?” She hasn’t heard from her cousin for a while, lots of things going at the moment. “I’m good, what about you?”
“Well...” She giggled nervously. “If you’re standing up, I suggest you to have a seat.”
Yael frowned, Scout brought his ball to play.
“I’m sitting on the floor, go ahead.”
“I’m pregnant.”
First the shock ran through her, then happiness filled her heart.
“So… we are pushing the wedding again.” She sighed.
“Violet wow! You always wanted this, congratulations! I can’t believe it.” Yael took Scout’s ball and threw it to the bedroom. Since they were young they always said they would be each other’s baby godmothers, she wondered if Violet remember that.
“It’s funny because we always said we would wait at least two years after the wedding to enjoy our time alone, I was so upset in the beginning but now…”
“And how’re you feeling, how’s the baby?”
“So far, so good, but it looks like you will have to keep your bridesmaid dress in the closet for a little longer.”
“That’s fine, as long as I can still fit in the dress by that time.” She joked.
“Why? Are you planning to get pregnant too?!” Suddenly Violet’s level of excitement grew bigger. “Oh, that would be amazing if only our children could be about the same age and all…”
Yael’s heart shattered. “No, I just meant about the weight, the dresses you chose were so tight, if I smell one cookie around, it won’t fit anymore.” She tried to make it sound casual.
“Did you leave your accent over here or what?”
Yael frowned. “No, why?”
“You sound different, must be the line… anyways when it’s the exhibition?”
“In two more weekends, I hope to see you there.”
“I wouldn’t miss it!” Violet assured her. “How’s your dad? Hope he feels better now.”
She didn’t know something happened to her dad, so in a hurry she ended the call with her cousin and called her mum immediately. “Why you didn’t tell me daddy fell?”
“How do you know?” Her mum asked over the phone. “I’m fine!” Her dad’s voice could be heard in the background.
“Accept the video mum.” When it took Isla a couple of seconds, Yael added. “Just press the green button.”
“Oh, there you are. Hello.”
“Hello but don’t change the subject. I talk to you every single day and you never told me?”
“It’s nothing pumpkin, just the pinky got broken.” Bryan showed to the camera his finger with a small metal plaque to protect the finger.
“It could have been an eyelash falling, but you should’ve told me.”
“And to have you worried over there? You can’t just come flying every time something happens.” Her mum explained.
It was true but she felt bad enough for being in another country, the least they could do was tell her, what if it was something serious? Wouldn’t they let her know?
“Everything’s good baby girl, perhaps I’ll need some therapy to get the finger back on track, but nothing serious.”
Yael promised to send them some photos of the house and to invite them over once they had everything ready. No long after that, they hang up and as she was about to start organizing the drawers, her cellphone rang again. It was one of her clients.
“No, I’m sorry I’m afraid I won’t be able to change the date of your photoshoot, I’ve to come back to Ireland that day an-”
“You’re not located in Manchester?”
“I was, but now I’m living in Ireland.”
She heard the woman sigh on the other side of phone. “So that explains the price…”
“No, not at all, I’m not charging you anything extra for the flight, the rate’s the same. I could change the timing if that works for you.”
“No I want the photos taken at that time exactly.”
“I’ll be flying back in September, would you like to reschedule? I’ll stay one month.” She went to the kitchen to take a look at her planner to see options.
“No, I would like my deposit back.”
Yael rubbed her forehead. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible ma’am, it’s in the contract you signed, I don’t give deposits back.”
“Why are you doing this? So unprofessional! It’s not my fault you are living there.”
“That was beyond my control Mrs. Trent that’s why I suggested to change your session on one of the three days I’ll be in Manchester and London at any time that works best for you and your family.” Plus she was the one who wanted to reschedule, not Yael.
“I should’ve never listen to my daughter in law, I don’t know how she could recommend someone who isn’t responsible, keep the deposit you probably need to not starve yourself out.” And the line went dead.
That last comment hit hard though, she wasn’t at that point, but she took seriously the feedback she got. People should really pay attention to the words they say, they can’t even imagine the damage it can cause.
With that, this was the third photoshoot she got canceled that week when her costumers found out she was living somewhere else. It had been a couple of hard weeks because people didn’t know her work in Ireland, she was struggling to sell her photographs, shipping the prints now was more expensive for her and had to sacrifice part of her earnings to cover the difference.
It was making her feel a little down, of course she had to start working hard to get recognition here, but every time she saw her savings going down, she couldn’t help but feel suffocated. She had used the money of her car in the house.
She didn’t know anyone in Dublin, didn’t have any friends or contacts here, all of her family lived in England, she had no one but Cillian. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make the moment she moved in with him, but she couldn’t help worrying.
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As he opened the door, Cillian left his shoes aside, calling Yael, he found the house quiet, just Scout came trotting from upstairs, did a whirlwind in front of him and planted his butt on the first step of the stairs.
“Don’t you want to go outside?” Scout barked at him. “Where’s Yael?”
Another bark.
“Come here Scout.” He tried patting on his jeans. “Want a treatto?”
He saw the dog move a few steps up and barked again. “Let’s go then.”
Maybe she wasn’t home. Following Scout inside their bedroom, Cillian found him lying on the floor in front of the bathroom door. And there she was sitting in the bathtub, her knees against her chest and her chin resting on them, gaze fixed on something in front of her.
“What’s going on in that beautiful mind?” He asked gently, sensing something wasn’t right.
“I didn’t hear you coming.”
Cillian sat on the edge of the tub, caressing her head and resting it against his thigh. He made her pull away to get Scout out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Stripping from his clothes, he positioned behind her.
“Shit the water is cold.” Kissing her shoulder, he worked around to fill the tub with warm water again.
“They canceled me three contracts.” Yael finally confessed, she was now leaned against his chest.
Cillian kissed her temple gently, choosing carefully his words. He wanted to show his support just like she had been doing for him.
“My love, right now it’s seems like it’s a difficult time, but things will turn out differently, don’t worry.” Taking one of her hands in his, he brought it to his lips to drop a kiss. “You will get back to your usual work, find new contracts, your photographs are fantastic, it’s just a matter of time.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely.” He assured. “Just think about how lucky we are… look at this place, we have Scout, a roof, food on the table, we are together, the rest comes and goes.” He felt her squeeze lightly his hand.
Turning around, she hid her face in his neck. “Thank you, for giving me hope.” She was touched by his words.
With his hand wet, Cillian moved away the hair from her face.
Rubbing his chin, he smiled suddenly. “I think maybe… you could do your own little workshop.”
“But that’s for professionals.” There was confusion in her eyes.
He was so tempted, placing his thumb and forefinger on her chin, he made her get close to his lips.
“What about a semi- professional workshop then?” The idea suddenly clicking in. “Do it for the people who likes to take photographs just like a hobby.”
Cillian saw the process of a smile forming on her lips, until it reached her eyes.
“My sister is always complaining the pictures she takes of her children are blurry or dark.”
The way she moved to hug him splashed out a huge amount of water to the floor.
“You are a genius. I love you.” Sometimes it takes one person to lift you up. She kissed Cillian with all her heart, grateful that she had someone like him supporting her.
“Now… how about we order some pizza to dinner.”
Yael nodded and handed him his phone. “How was the play?”
“Good, loads of people waiting outside.” He raised his eyebrows, her wet hands caressed is chest. “Yes, can I have a pizza please? Four kind of cheese.” Cillian winked at her, it was her favorite. “And an order of fries. It’s the curly fries, you’re going to love it.” He warned her.
Forty minutes later they were enjoying their food sitting on the floor, using the vintage tableware Yael found in an antique shop, she didn’t want to send it with the moving truck afraid it would get lost or broken.
“I love the fries.” She admitted moving her upper body a little while taking another fry, now in a completely happy mood.
Maybe they didn’t have the house ready or the furniture in its place, they would have to sleep on the floor because the base and bed set was in the truck too, but they were together, they would have plenty of time to fill the house, right now they could only think of their first night there together.
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The house was big and it seemed like even after working for days in every room, some boxes were still all over the place, they had started arranging first the things they would need the most. Yael took the small step stool from the kitchen to continue working on the library, on her way to the room, she walked outside to get mail.
“I’ll have someone send you the tickets Mum, don’t worry.” Cillian listened to his mother over the phone. “No, it’s next week, we’ll be down in Cork five days.” He stayed quiet again. “Yael says hi too, we’ll see you there. Love you.”
He saw Yael coming in with envelopes, he was having a hard time with Scout, he wouldn’t stand still to get his lash on.
“Fan mail.” She joked. They were all from the bank.
“I think I have to make a payment, can you check the Amex statement?”
Opening the envelope he needed, Yael frowned at the amount. Cillian did not spend all of that money. Taking a look at the detail, she found under his name there were only eight charges and it was the regular monthly spending. But then she realized most of the charges were under a card issued to Erin. Blinking, she couldn’t believe what she was watching; an expensive baby clothes brand, Pottery Barn furniture, the list was long…
“The payment is today or tomorrow?” He asked holding the lash.
“I think there’s a mistake, a charge is duplicated, see? Two lines for the same amount.”
Cillian shook his head. “No, she got two strollers of the same type one for inside the house and another to take the baby outside.”
Yael looked at him surprised. Not only Erin had his credit card extension, she dared to buy two fucking strollers! This was his money, but they were sharing expenses, they had to talk to each other about budget and money, it was part of living together.
“You can’t be serious Cillian.” She barely called him for his full name, it was always love, baby, Cill…
“She doesn’t want the dirt and dust inside the house, and it makes sense.”
“And she can’t pay for the second one if she wants one? You pay the gas, the house, gave her a card and you can’t control her expenses?”
“What do you want me to say? Erin, you can’t buy my son this or that because Yael thinks it’s not necessary.”
Crossing her arms in front of her chest she looked at him. “It’s not because I think that, you need to see my point h-”
“Your point is to have a battlefield with her all the time?” He snapped.
“No! Why do you say that?”
“How am I supposed to point the things she can or can’t buy?”
“You just need to set a limit.” She tried to calm down.
“Do you want me to cancel the credit card? Then she will start calling every time she needs money, do you want that?”
Yael stopped at the first step of the staircase. “I don’t want anything! I was just telling you two fucking strollers is too much, but I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“No, you want me to start a fight over that and do you know how it will end up? She won’t let me see my son.”
“What fight? You never say no to anything she wants, it’s me the one you’re fighting, not her.” They had a couple of disagreements for the same reason, nothing serious though, Yael was trying to take care of their money while Cillian was trying to avoid an argument.
“I don’t know what do you want me to say, she’s the mother of my child.”
Looking away, she bit her lip for a few seconds. “Thanks for the reminder, I almost forgot about that. And I’m your current partner in case you didn’t notice.”
Shit.
Of course he knew that, shouldn’t have tell her something like that. Cillian felt terrible when things got out of hand with Yael, the situation wasn’t going to be easy, they were walking on ice, constantly adjusting, learning. Until now they had managed to work everything out together and he wanted to keep things that way.
Walking to the other room, Yael was organizing the books in the library they had, it was amazing how in a short period of time she managed to make it look out of a magazine. He loved this room particularly, it was so easy to agree over this since they both shared a love for literature and wanted to keep their books at first sight.
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“Shouldn’t have say that.” He admitted, his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry. Don’t want to fight with you.”
Yael stopped with a couple of books in her hands, outlining the edge of one of them, she admitted: “Maybe I over reacted… I’m sorry too. I won’t stick up my nose on your bank statements.”
“No, you’re actually right about that, I should set a limit amount per month.”
Resuming her task, she opened another box of books. Was she supposed to say something to that?
“Can you… at least look at me?”
“Are you going to remind me one more time that she’s having your son?” There was a heartache she couldn’t help.
Cillian took the books from her hands. “Fuck, no… that was a stupid thing to say.” Cupping her face in his hands, he tried to find her eyes. “That’s one of the reasons I bought this house, so we could have our own children, half you, half me.” There was a hint of a smile. “With your eyes and your soul.”
“Really?”
Cillian nodded. “That’s all I can think about, why else would I suggest a house with five bedrooms?” Yael laughed. “Am I forgiven?”
“Maybe.”
“Alright give me a kiss then.” He pointed to his cheek, but when Yael got close to kiss his cheek, Cillian turned his head to the left and his lips found hers. The books they were holding could wait for another day.
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Thank you so much for reading! If you like this, remember your comments helps me a lot! 💞
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The Serpent and the Rainbow Curse
The Serpent and the Rainbow was supposed to film in Haiti for 30 days. By day 11, everyone was secretly slipping onto a plane. Wes Craven later said of this total experience, “I almost died down there [in Haiti], and I experienced a lot of strange things. So, when I came through it all, not only alive, but healthy, I decided to begin taking my life a bit easier.”
On Day 1, co-screenwriter Richard Maxwell pretty much lost his mind. By Day 2, everyone was sick. It was all downhill from there. After meeting with a witch doctor for research purposes and telling him he wanted to be initiated into voodoo, Maxwell returned to his hotel completely disoriented. He was meant to be there finishing the third act of the script and helping out with any re-writes. Instead, he struggled to focus. Pretty soon, he lost the ability to write at all. By the time Craven and one of the producers stormed his hotel room to check on him, they found a half-naked, completely disheveled and disoriented shell of a man where they’re co-worker used to be. They got him on the first flight out of town, and when his wife and children met him at the airport in Miami he didn’t even recognize them. It was days before he finally snapped out of his hysteria, retaining no memory of what had happened to him.Maxwell was far from the only member of the production to suffer hallucinations. Bill Pullman claimed to have seen a green cow with television screens for eyes. A crew member swore he’d interacted with a long dead general who arrived on horseback and asked him to hand over the color blue.
Then, when everyone other than Craven fell ill the “we’re cursed” superstitions set in. The legend is the crew members didn’t take voodoo seriously enough and the locals sought to punish them for that. Cast member Paul Winfield saw a more rational explanation: it was unbelievably hot and they were all living in filth down there. It was only natural for their bodies to turn on them, make some of them see things, give others sudden vomiting fits.
But, all of that pales to what happened when the extras went on strike.
Craven: Things had been pretty tense all along. There were a number of bombings, and we were faced with riots because the thousands of extras we were using kept asking for more money. We were right in the middle of shooting when they went on strike. They surrounded the entire company and began throwing stones. They were ready to do us in. The producers and I had an immediate conference with them and negotiated a higher fee. At that point, we realised how dangerous the country had become for us.                                                                                                                          
They left Haiti the next day. They filmed a scene at the airport, and then hopped on the prop airplane to get out of Dodge, relocating to the Dominican Republic, where they filmed the rest of the movie incident-free.
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Day 23 - Favorite Video Game Character
The sixteenth image in my 30 Day Art challenge.
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Tale of the Last Illuveterian - Part 5
As a way to distract myself I spent the next few years learning and training. I found a way to summon my family’s entire library into the pocket dimension so I spent time learning my species by species' recent history. I only went back about 8000 years and skimmed to the present from there. I just wanted to know the basics, since I had nobody to teach me otherwise. The library itself can filter through the books for you if you give it parameters to look for. There were answers to one particular question that I desperately needed. So I sat up straight at the table I was reading at and asked it, dreading whatever answer may come my way. “Why didn’t I die?” It came out quite and shaky. A scroll appeared on the table before me, the edges were frayed due to age but it was in otherwise good condition. The text itself was in such an old form of our language that I could barely decipher it. It was a direct account from one specific member of our species. We called him “Mairmoryu Ickmosh” which in english means “Death King”, nobody knew what his actual name was as he never included it in any of his entries. I didn’t know why he was called “Death King” until I read his account at 19. I was probably just too young at 5. Yeah, that’s reasonable. I did manage to update the language in a notepad as I went just in case I needed to ever reference it in the future. It took several days and gave me a headache just looking over it. Here’s roughly what was said, It’s not exact but it’s as close as it’ll ever be.
Something horrible has happened. Everyone is dead. I woke up this morning to find the world around me in burning ruins. Ash coats the sky and the air and if I happened to breathe I would surely be suffocating. Everything is on fire. How I remain unscathed I do not know. Of the 256 of us, I find nobody alive, and I count each of their clothes left in piles where they stood. Outside of our village I see little through the ash. What I can see is destroyed. Bodies of the giants we roamed with lay charred across smoldering fields. Few trees continue to stand where there were once many. Everything I cared so dearly for has been torn from me. I will follow their suit and reunite with them.
His first entry ended there and and and there were faded blue stains along the bottom. From that I gathered that his color was either Red or a blend of Blue and Yellow as Green, since green as its own color didn’t exist until roughly 7000 years ago. Our blood color is directly contradictory to our body color so it’s easier to tell when we’re injured. Sunni and I were both Blue and as twins, we each have one of the optional colors. Mine ended up being Red while hers was Yellow. Another scroll appeared on the table and the one in my hands vanished. Here is what his second entry said.
I have tried many ways. No matter what I try, this cruel world refuses to let me leave and join my loved ones. Every option has failed me. I even tried jumping directly into the river of heat which came from the tall mountain. I woke up in my own bed, partially covered in burn scars, but alive. That was my final attempt, my body now entirely riddled with scars. All I do now is sleep, any time I wake up I injure myself to fall back asleep. I yearn for nothing else but my dearest family. I hope they are at peace. But that is something I will never know of, I suppose.
That was the end of the second entry. The next one was quite a bit newer looking, meaning it was written hundreds of thousands of years later. This is confirmed within the entry itself.
I have not kept records as my ancestors have done, and for that I am ashamed. I have spent all of my time these last 500,000 years allowing myself to do nothing but sulk in my own misery. However, I have now come to the epiphany that I must continue on with my life, make what I can of eternity. If not for myself, then to honor those lost within the disaster, of and not of my kind. The world is still covered with ash, but not nearly as much, and it no longer glows a haunted red of fire. Trees have begun sprouting where they once stood magnificently and small beings not dissimilar to the giants of old have made their way to the fields, now green once more. I will begin keeping meticulous records of everything, as was done before. Though my personal writings will stay separate. Things are looking up and I intend to try and keep them that way.
And he did keep meticulous track of everything going on from that point forward. He wrote about the evolution of species, keeping eyes on the more notable ones. One in particular that caught his eye were these small primates, noted to look vaguely like us aside from commuting on mostly all fours and were covered in fur across the whole of their body. That particular line of evolution ended up leading directly to you humans, which I found out a few years later when I decided to go back and read some of his records. The name given for your species from ours is “Keertoh”, though I suppose that holds little significance. His next entry was then several millions of years later, an exact timeline was not given, but comparing them to his other work, it closest resembles the scrolls that are now roughly 4 million years old.
I have unfortunately neglected to continue my personal writings however I hope my tracking of everything else makes up for it. These new curious beings I’ve been watching continue to look more and more like Illuveteris every year. They now walk upright like us and carry very similar proportions. Their hair is also reduced to majorly just the tops of their heads and some to their faces. I wonder if it is something they have consciously done, to look like us? Perhaps only time shall tell. I have decided that the world is now right enough to bring in the next generation. I have one small child and plan on having more. She’s an absolute joy and the light of my life. The skies are blue and animals of all sorts roam. I share the joys of bonding with my child and will do my best to make sure she knows her roots, as will all my future children.
His next entry is within the same time-ish. It’s written about 1000-1500 years later. He was not as good at remembering to write down his personal life as he was the records he was keeping. Though, I suppose technically it wouldn’t be anybody’s business to know his goings on, so I can’t find a reason to be angry at him.
I have ended up with 25 wonderful children, each growing into themselves as young adults. I enjoy watching them grow and discover everything around them. And I look forward to seeing where they each choose to go in their lives.
The next entry is his last one. It’s fairly short, and the final one is from his eldest daughter. I'll put them together.
Written roughly 10,000 years after: All of my children have each had their own, and some of my grandchildren have as well. Overall between all 4 generations there are now 354 of us. I have 25 children, 243 grandchildren, and so far, 111 great grandchildren. I have begun to watch myself age again, no longer do I look as youthful as my children, but now I begin to show lines of age. I am no longer so sure of what the future holds, but I am incredibly proud of everything I have built thus far. And I look forward to seeing what new future I behold.
My father, the longest reigning king, has passed of old age. I, his eldest daughter, am taking his place, and will be continuing his work. At the time of passing, 23 of his 25 children remain alive, 238 of his 243 grandchildren live, and all 457 of his great grandchildren are alive, with an addition of currently 24 great great grandchildren. He will have a ceremony held this upcoming spring to signify his reuniting with his family at last in our afterlife amongst the stars. He will be greatly missed. 
The final entry then vanished from my hand, returning to its place among the seemingly infinite shelves. Where it sits exactly, I’m not entirely sure. I spent days reading those entries in their entirety. Come to find out, I technically could make it so I could die again, but to do that I’d have to bring the population back up to “stable”. Not only am I currently far too young for that, with the current state of the world it will absolutely not happen, even if I were to feel ready. To bring children into the world to suffer just so I can move on would be incredibly selfish of me. It is something I will not be doing until things change. Which is what I set myself on doing once I was done reading. I stood from the table and made my way to bed. Swearing to start first thing the next morning.
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abirpothi · 2 years
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Grandma Moses: Acclaimed Self-Taught ‘Primitive’ Artist Who Started Painting In Her Late Seventies
Grandma Moses: A journey shows that age is not a bar for learning. In her late seventies, she decided to take up painting which was easier on her hands, as compared to needlework. She made her first painting using house paint. Her work was later displayed in museums and gained appreciation and fame from well-known artists.
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On this day, 7th of September, 1860, Anna Mary Robertson Moses was born in Greenwich, New York, US. She was the third of ten children born to Russell King Robertson, a farmer, and Margaret Shannahan. Due to the lack of warm clothes, Anna Moses attended school only in the summer. At the age of 12 she left home to work as a hired farm girl. At the age of 26, while working for James Family she met Thomas Moses in 1886. The two fell in love and got married the next year. The couple moved to Virginia where they rented farms and worked the land. Anna gave birth to ten children but five of them died as babies. After some years Thomas became homesick, so he asked his wife to move back towards the north. Eventually they returned to New York and bought a farm there. By this time, Anna was called Mother Moses. She was skilled at various tasks and enjoyed doing needlework such as sewing and embroidering. With needle and thread she would make pictures on fabric, but she had developed arthritis, which made it painful for her to push the needle with through the fabric. In her late seventies, she decided to take up painting which was easier on her hands, as compared to needlework. She made her first painting using house paint.
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Due to the artist being self-taught her paintings display a lack of nuanced application of Western painting conventions. For this reason, she is categorized as a ‘primitive’ or ‘naïve’ painter under art scholarship, terms synonymous with ‘outsider artist’. Moses’s journey shows that age is not a bar for learning, and that if you’re truly passionate about something, you can reap the rewards of your efforts at any age. Many of Moses’s paintings drew directly from her own life — mainly scenes from the landscape around her. In 1938, her paintings were displayed at a local drug store where an art collector Louis J. Caldor saw them and bought them all for a few dollars each. He inquired about the painter, contacted Moses and bought ten more paintings directly from her. He then arranged to have three of them shown at the New York Museum of Modern Art at an exhibition titled ‘Contemporary Unknown American Painters’, where they attracted wide public attention, leading to her fame. The works were also spotted by the Austrian-American art historian Otto Kallir at the exhibition, and he was highly appreciative of their inherent folk quality. Pleased with her work, Otto curated first solo show titled, ‘What A Farm Wife Painted’ in 1940 at the Galerie St. Etienne in New York. It was at this show that a reporter gave her the nickname, ‘Grandma Moses’.
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The New York Times said of her the following: “The simple realism, nostalgic atmosphere and luminous color with which Grandma Moses portrayed simple farm life and rural countryside won her a wide following. She was able to capture the excitement of winter’s first snow, Thanksgiving preparations and the new, young green of oncoming spring… In person, Grandma Moses charmed wherever she went. A tiny, lively woman with mischievous gray eyes and a quick wit, she could be sharp-tongued with a sycophant and stern with an errant grandchild.”
Most of the artist’s paintings depicted scenes from upstate New York and Vermont. Several paintings show a particular ’checkered house’. She painted many scenes depicting farm life. Her paintings told stories about making apple butter, making soap and maple syrup, husking corn, and making candles. ‘The Quilting Bee’ shows how women would meet and visit while they made quilts.
Grandma Moses was awarded two honorary doctoral degrees. The first was bestowed in 1949 by Russell Sage College and the second, two years later by the Moore College of Art and Design. She passed away on December 13, 1961, in a medical center in Hoosick Falls, New York. Her works are included in the collections of the Art Institute of Chicago, the Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C., the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, and the Bennington Museum in Vermont. Her work ‘Sugaring Off’ sold at Christie’s New York ‘Important American Paintings’ in 2006 for $1,360,000.
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In her autobiographical book Grandma Moses: My Life’s History (1951), the artist testified to the incredible strength and determination to fulfill her own life. She said, “I have written my life in small sketches, a little today, a little yesterday, as I have thought of it, as I remember all the things from childhood on through the years, good ones, and unpleasant ones, that is how they come out and that is how we have to take them. I look back on my life like a good day’s work, it was done and I am satisfied with it. I was happy and content, I knew nothing better and made the best out of what life offered. And life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.”
So, if you think you are too old to pursue your dreams, think of Grandma Moses, and know in your heart it may not be too late for you.
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kctheowllady · 2 years
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Another reference sheet for this character?! You bet your buttons! FIGHT ME! Yes, we have another ref sheet for my beloved Nyx, or rather Shinigami as I normally introduce her as. Gotta love characters with fake identities. Anyways, this time around she hasn’t gone through many changes though it felt enough to warrant a new ref sheet.
Though I will say she’s gone through quite a bit of changes information wise. Perhaps I’ll share some on this post- we’ll just have to wait and see by the time I’m done typing this. It’ll just be some basic information as I am currently doing a bit of of tangoing with her backstory and such.
I pray that I’ll be able to start posting more again should my schedule allow it. I mean I do have a lot of things that are done...hmm...guess we’ll see :3
I don’t own anything but my OCs and my artwork! Please do not use or trace without permission!  
Full Designation: Nyx Alias: Shinigami
A false identity that had been created by her teammate, Blacklight (Sidewire), after abandoning the Decepticons.
Model: Femme Bot, Two Wheeler
Optic Color: Light Purple
Notable Features: Four Optics, Sharpened Pupils, Fangs, and Claw-like Digits. Wears a green sash around the waist.
Modifications: Signal Suppressor and Cloaking
Signal Suppressor allows Nyx to hide her signal from any scanners, allowing her to keep her location unknown.
Cloaking makes Nyx invisible to others, only being visible to those with thermal vision.
Weaponry: Thorn/Stiletto Daggers and Knives
During her Cyber-Ninja training growing up, she was taught to handle various sharp weapons, however she developed a love for thorn daggers. Typically having a few on her person, as they can be used both in close combat and as ranged weapons when thrown. These daggers also have compartments in them that allow the wielder to add poisons or other harmful chemicals.
She also carries a variety of other knives as well, as she carries a big love for sharp objects and sees to it that she’s always armed in some form or fashion.
Skills: Master Cyber-Ninja, Talented Chemist and Toxicologist
Having been trained since she was very young, Nyx has had countless stellar cycles to practice the arts of Circuit-Su and the ways of the Cyber-Ninjas. It is because of her mastery that she has gained amazing prowess in many fields such as combat, stealth, espionage, etc.
Having weapons with poison compartments inspired her to learn to make her own dangerous poisons and toxins. Years of this has made her quite talented and knowledgeable in the world of chemistry and toxicology. 
Occupation: Member of the Cyber-Ninja Corps, Agent of the Elite Guard
During her time with the Elite Guard during the war, rather than joining the Autobots outright she had signed an agreement with them. This contract stated that whenever the Elite Guard needed her assistance she would be on call and carry out any orders that Ultra Magnus had for her.
It also ensured that if anything were to happen to Sharp Edge, her presumed at the time Conjux Endura, that she would be taken care of.
After he went MIA and eventually presumed offline she was sent to the Iacon Dojo Fortress until further notice, which she left after it had been attacked by Decepticons.
Personality Nyx seems to mostly express behaviors that are perceived as aggressive and introverted, being diagnosed to have inherited her father’s untamed anger issues. She can have difficulty communicating with others in a friendly manner, however when exposed to familiar faces she has a much easier time. The rough exterior seems to hide her true social awkwardness. This awkwardness was created from the fact that from day one she was raised for war and never got a chance of a true social life outside of her team members. This would later be remedied a bit when she meets others after abandoning the Decepticons. Learning how to interact with others without defaulting physical violence as quickly or being stuck on how to respond in a normal conversation. Nyx has developed the habit of smoking cy-garettes and drinking quite a bit of high grade. While during her time with the Elite Guard and the Iacon Dojo have smashed her drinking habits, her smoking habits remain strong.
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Romanticism lectures have got me thinking about looking at the past for poetic inspiration. One thing I get really frustrated with is how lots of the retvrn type people seem to have a genuine interest in the past and approach its people in good faith, while the left either treats an interest in it as vaguely gross or advances some sort of noble savage nothing-bad-ever-happened-before-colonialism view. Wordsworth/Coleridge and later Pound etc all ended up as conservatives. Is this inevitable?
The current left/right split you describe is real, but it's neither inevitable nor necessarily precedented. Consider the Futurist component in Italian fascism (granted that Italian fascism has ideological roots in the revolutionary left).
Let the good incendiaries with charred fingers come! Here they are! Heap up the fire to the shelves of the libraries! Divert the canals to flood the cellars of the museums! Let the glorious canvases swim ashore! Take the picks and hammers! Undermine the foundation of venerable towns!
On the other hand, today's leftist nonsense about "colonialism invented the gender binary" etc. is itself a set of bad-faith concessions to the conservatism of "the oppressed," even when this has its own avant-garde or Futurist coloration.
Airplane poems, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . .tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuh . . .rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . Setting fire and death to whities ass. Look at the Liberal Spokesman for the jews clutch his throat & puke himself into eternity . . . rrrrrrrr
Left and right are always changing hands and switching sides. I wouldn't worry about politics per se, since what is inevitable is that politics is going to be pulled out from under you. I'd say if you're primarily interested in the arts, just don't advocate for mass slaughter or mass suppression of your fellow persons, and the politics will take care of themselves. This appears to be easier said than done, but it remains worth the effort.
The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world. Pull down thy vanity, it is not man Made courage, or made order, or made grace,          Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. Learn of the green world what can be thy place In scaled invention or true artistry, Pull down thy vanity...
As for artistic attitudes toward the past, I believe the position taken by Shelley and Wilde is more persuasive than that of would-be medievalizers from Coleridge through Ruskin to Pound. For Shelley and Wilde, the magic of the past, or of "culture" in general, is the effect of art, not some superior form of bygone social organization. Culture and politics come from art, not the other way around.
I know that you are fond of Japanese things. Now, do you really imagine that the Japanese people, as they are presented to us in art, have any existence? If you do, you have never understood Japanese art at all. The Japanese people are the deliberate self-conscious creation of certain individual artists. If you set a picture by Hokusai, or Hokkei, or any of the great native painters, beside a real Japanese gentleman or lady, you will see that there is not the slightest resemblance between them. The actual people who live in Japan are not unlike the general run of English people; that is to say, they are extremely commonplace, and have nothing curious or extraordinary about them. In fact the whole of Japan is a pure invention.
If you want to see something as splendid as the Athenian drama or the Gothic cathedral in the future, you should make the best art in the present and hope it radiates out an effective magnificence in its effects—not to pine for a fantasy world before machinery or usura.
But poets, or those who imagine and express this indestructible order, are not only the authors of language and of music, of the dance, and architecture, and statuary, and painting: they are the institutors of laws, and the founders of civil society, and the inventors of the arts of life, and the teachers, who draw into a certain propinquity with the beautiful and the true that partial apprehension of the agencies of the invisible world which is called religion. Hence all original religions are allegorical, or susceptible of allegory, and, like Janus, have a double face of false and true. Poets, according to the circumstances of the age and nation in which they appeared, were called, in the earlier epochs of the world, legislators, or prophets: a poet essentially comprises and unites both these characters. For he not only beholds intensely the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which present things ought to be ordered, but he beholds the future in the present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flower and the fruit of latest time.
Shelley and Wilde's politics are difficult to label. Generally on the left, but harder to specify beyond that. And not, I hasten to add, without flaw, as the destruction they wrought in their personal lives would suggest. "Anarchy" will probably serve as a label. (Not "anarchism," a one-word oxymoron guaranteed to produce something odious like CHAZ.) Anarchy in art doesn't point back to a cultural and political past, because what we love of the past never existed except in the dreams of artists, which is all of it that we can now see. Those dreams themselves, like our own present work, beckons, rather, toward the horizon where culture and politics will become art: a dream of order, but order spontaneous and without coercion, order that organizes chaos without thereby forfeiting freedom. To be truly inspired by the past, and at the same time to be a true futurist, is to lift this still-vital seed out of history's husk and sow it again in the present.
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the-birds-corner · 2 years
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another sapphic moment
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It’s hard
I thought I was over you
I've loved others after you and I meant that love when it came, it was genuine and they filled my thoughts like a field in the summer, quickly and under the warmth of the sun
For some reason
Despite such warmth and such an overwhelming amount of life
I haven’t been able to forget how I loved you
How loving you was breathtaking and left me in awe more often than I care to admit. Like taking a step into the most gorgeous forest you have ever seen in your life. It's storybook perfect and you just know you will never see a place as amazing as that and as soon as you leave, it fills your thoughts and you long to return
How just talking to you was like a field in the summer, but it was a field of flowers with the most beautiful and fragrant smells and the birds around you sang their songs so perfectly. Every sense was filled with something good
I want to chalk it up to not getting the chance to mourn you when I found out you couldn’t ever be mine
But sometimes, I just remember you
And it isn’t fast, like a quick storm rolling by and soaking the land. Momentarily leaving everything in a downpour but moving on and allowing the sun to part through the storm clouds
It's like a blizzard that lasts for an unprecedented amount of time. Sometimes only a few hours but others, days or even weeks. The world around you is isolated and the only break you get is devoid of anything living and it's just quiet, waiting for it to get bad again. And even after it has passed, you are often snowed in and have to wait things out till the snow clears enough for you to keep living your life again
It makes me wish I never met you at times. Makes me wish you never told me you loved me. Makes me wish I never saw you for the first time. Makes me wish I never read the things you wrote. Makes me wish I never listened when you told me you felt genuine love for me before we grew apart
Makes me wish I never thought you were the right person at the wrong time
 I still wish I could have actually met you. Maybe it would make this longing I feel more valid. Because then I would know you, like really know you. Maybe we would have clicked better. Maybe we would have had an easier time together with a more promising ending
It’s probably better I never got the chance, it would make everything so much worse I’m sure. But I can’t help but wish that it could have happened
I just want to find someone to fix my sights on and hope I don’t get reminded of you. Unfortunately, that’s impossible
I always remember you
Loving the color green, deep forests, the word frankly, Dunkin doughnuts, white monster, Tumblr, green eyes, red hair, kalimbas, indie styles, jeeps, frogs and turtles even.
And so many more abstract things.
And it’s crazy because I first said something to you in January of that year and in only 6 months, you had me under your spell. And in one more month, I had to figure out how to cure myself of your magic since you moved on without me.
Guess I’m not that good at finding a cure even over a year later
I hate you for that
That's a lie, but I'll say it anyway.
I'm afraid that because of you, I'll be left waiting in an empty home for you to walk through the door. To say hello like you never left
I'll be waiting in a home you’ve never seen, in a place you’ve never been to while you are happily living by the sea far away from me
I don't want to sit here on my own, waiting for it to be the right time
But when I hear crickets and think of sitting on a lake dock with a fire burning behind me…
I don’t think anyone else will be sitting there but you
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