golden slumbers fill your eyes / smiles awake you when you rise
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Lucinda you about to catch these fucking hands
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Fun facts from me and my sister's Mystreet rewrite
PDH never happened! Garroth, Zoey, Aph, Vylad, and Zane are the only characters who went to PDH
Which means ZOEY!! Zoey is here <3
No romance in season one!
Lucinda is an accountant
Garroth is the tallest person on Mystreet
Sasha is an honorary adoptee of the Zvahl's
Past Laurgene canon, but they don't hate each other 🤭
KC and Sasha are chaotic besties
Everyone is gay lol
Speaking of which, Aaron is trans! (He walks around with his shirt off cuz he just got top surgery)
Aphmau and Garroth work together!
Nicole, Cadenza, and Sasha are all more relevant and permanently on the street
Nicole and Garroth dated (breifly)
First couple getting together happens in season two, and it's not who you're expecting
The season one Valentine's day date event has been remixed to be funnier and include some more interesting "couples"
Aphmau really wants a huge cookout, that's the plot to the first season
Sasha is on the street in season one (Gene and Zenix come in season three)
KC has her magick!!! She can control dolls
Dante works in IT
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I hope all the Mystreet characters will one day have their own unique style instead of giving them the most trash outfits that don’t even fit their color scheme most of the time
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LUCINDA
'darling, princess, sugar sWEETBUNS??' FDSJHFJSHF
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What Comes Next?
A Vivcinda AU set years in the future of Sofia the First
Lucinda becomes Cedric’s apprentice in order to become the first ever Royal Witch
Vivian is preparing to take over the Kingdom of Zumaria as her coronation day gets ever closer.
While Lucinda accompanied Cedric as she worked on transferring Sorcerer spells into Witch spells, she accidentally loses control of her magic and causes her broom to run lose through the castle.
While Vivian visits Sofia, telling her all about her stresses for the future and the music she and Clio have been working on, Vivian is run into by the Witch apprentice.
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we're getting a new cat today and i won't get to meet her until tomorrow 🥺😭
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when you’re writing your Lucinda fic and your laptop decides now is the time to have the battery get low.
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Hhhhh oh my god Luci with “Throw me to the wolves, and I’ll return pregnant” on a shirt
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7 for wrapped :-)
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And then she used the bad outfits to wipe out half the universe
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Since I updated One for Sorrow early I decided to do more Artbreeder images! You get the Thornell Crew featuring (young) Lucinda, Callum Ainsley, Lorna, (Young) Tavish and Alistair Thacker. They’re not exactly how I see them, but it’s close enough to show the public.
Next time I may just do a proper family tree.
Lucinda Gormlaith Ainsley grew up in a life of luxury and privilege. Her parents despair at not having a son to carry on the family and secure the family home was of no concern to her until her brother Callum was born and her parents open relief became hard to ignore or explain away. She became a student of Ravenclaw House and developed her interest in law, deciding on a Ministry career over her parents insistence to marry for her own security. While her classmates focused on romance, Lucinda found fulfillment in the intricacies of lawmaking, her friendship with a young Tavish Thacker and planning her future as an independent woman. That was stripped away after her brother and sister-in-law’s deaths, leaving Lucinda to raise her niece (and namesake) Lucina while securing the family home from her cousins who would inherit the house if no male heir of closer relation is found.
Callum Wallace Ainsley was a man who was quick to smile, loved the outdoors and was (famously) very nosy. It is not an uncommon occurrence to see his portrait lurking around the family home eavesdropping and occasionally leading the residents on a hunt through the house that his living self knew far better than most. Callum was sorted into Slytherin and never bought the lines about blood superiority that were beginning to be truly discussed among his house. He got in a physical fight during his sixth year with his cousin who called a friend of his a mudblood lover, effectively shutting the Ainsley family from pureblood society for decades to come. He married his childhood friend, Lorna MacMillian. For the short time he got to be a father, he greatly enjoyed the experience.
Lorna Deirdre MacMillian was a lively woman who enjoyed long walks and encouraged wildlife conservation, particularly for various birds of prey, of which she was unusually fond. A graduate of Hufflepuff house, she was warm and fair-minded, her private and published writings on the politics of her time and various magazines about environmental conservation seem to display an appreciation of the nonmagical and what others would describe as blood-traitor leanings. She and Callum dies of Dragonpox complications.
Tavish Muir Thacker is a half-blood who spent his formative years with his muggle grandfather learning how to garden and care for land and livestock, before being sent to Hogwarts as a Hufflepuff student. Tavish was someone lucky enough to find his passion in life early and understands the value and crutch that magic can provide a person better than most. When his marriage fell apart, he raised his son alongside Lucinda who stepped in to mother the boy in her own way as Tavish did the same for her niece. After the murder of his son during the early days of the war, Tavish mourned deeply and turned to art when memories of long spring days with his son in the garden became too much. While he lives his life as a groundskeeper for Thornell on behalf of the Ainsley family, he has become a large part of life for the residents and is very involved in the the running of the property and no matter how much money he is offered, he has a home and family that he has no wish to part from.
Alistair James Thacker was a buoyant, carefree sort of boy, Alistair was close to his father and Lucina, both would think of each other as siblings and the best of friends. He wanted to open a shop for gardening supplies, a quiet kind of occupation for a Gryffindor House graduate, but Alistair was always quick to point out that plants could be very dangerous. Alistair was thrilled to learn that Lucina had named her son, Alexander in his honor and invited him to come visit and meet the baby when he could. The opportunity never arrived, Alistair and his muggle girlfriend Elspeth were murdered a few months later while he was walking her home one night. Tavish buried his son next to the girl he died trying to protect.
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i'm dialing up the flirting to 11 because it's fun to write bewildered regulus
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my manager rly wants me to stsrt this sarah j maas book but i am familiar with the nature of that woman’s work and i don’t think that i want to read any more porn from straight women. same lady rec’d me haunting adeline and that is the first book so far in my audiobook renaissance that i refuse to finish i made itunes give me a return for that
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Just made the most hearty nourishing stew that went wrong in so many ways throughout but turned into the most delicious warming thing.
Partner just got paid so we went to the market and got a fresh chicken and fennel and three different varieties of tomato and there was an offer on in the veg box and I got some vegan creme fresh and wild rice risotto mix and this really amazing sheep's cheese. I used the last of the paprika my sister brought over from Spain for Christmas and coated the chicken in it, lemon juice, Moroccan olive oil we got at a local cafe after my latest GP appointment, salt, garlic granules and pepper and put it in my big knock off le creuset (mid 10's Groupon I miss u) to cook for about an hour from a cold oven up to 190C (fan) before adding the roughly chopped vegetables with some smoked garlic we got a while ago and putting the chicken and lid back on top and putting it back into the oven for another like idk 30 minutes? The wonderful thing about the Dutch oven method and especially with the added moisture from the veg is you can't really overcook it unless you forget about it, and it will constantly call you to it by releasing delicious smells every time you open the lid. And if you're using tofu (I'd go smoked and add soyrizo if you can!) there's even less ways it could go wrong! My chicken was bigger than I'd calculated for and needed to cook for ages to get all the way through, but because it was a good quality fresh chicken from the butcher and had a lot of good fat and because it was essentially being steamed it stayed moist. I put the heat down to 160C and popped the lid off and another hour later it was golden brown and beautiful. I cooked the wild rice mix in the pressure cooker because brown rice can take ages, and I wanted the mix for texture and extra fiber/slow release carbohydrates because I've been having issues with low blood sugar the past few days and need something to keep me going overnight so I don't wake up feeling like absolute crap in the morning (or less so, hopefully). Any rice will do, you can cook it separately.
Things that went wrong:
1) cooking time of chicken off, breast did get a little dry but to be fair I did cut into it immediately as soon as I thought it was cooked. Had I planned for the timing (read: checked the weight of the chicken and done the cooking time calculator for a rough guide) I would have had let it rest, but 8 was creeping closer and if I'd had dinner any late it would have been heartburn city AGAIN.
2) the main rice of the wild rice mix was brown risotto rice which does make sense but I had cooked with it several times, been disappointed and not understood why. Including tonight. Luckily through all the disappointing times I had figured out it wanted more water and time, so I doubled the water and could have done with maybe just adding an extra half. The chicken was taking longer than anticipated though so I just let it cool a bit and dry out. It was only when I stirred it and it started thickening up like risotto that I realised what had been going wrong this and the last 2 times I'd tried to cook it. It was still good - the rice can do whatever it wants in this dish really, because there's going to be all of that gorgeous tomatoey fennely garlicky paprikaey broth getring in between the grains any way and in this case it actually helped the broth be less watery
3) the sheep's cheese was not the texture I expected and I almost left it out but I tried a bit then tried a bit of chicken and it made me happy dance so I just tore it up into little bits. I think maybe a crumblier more feta adjacent cheese would have been a better fit, but damn the cheese was nice enough to make up for the textural oddness.
Idk it's just something about how these pleasures, of good quality, varied and interesting ingredients are behind a fucking paywall. That anyone can look at another human being and tell them they don't deserve something like this. It's ridiculous that something so good, so warm, so human is denied to so many people in service of a system that treats humanity like an inconvenience.
It links for me to a lot of things. One of the things is how the whole cottage core influencer industry flattens things into lifestyle and consumption becomes about accumulation instead of being the basic thing of getting what you need to live and enjoy being alive.
Because when we decided that housing and food and safety and medicine and autonomy were not foundational things everyone could and should expect to receive, we decided that for beauty and pleasure and enjoying being alive. Which I cannot make sense of. I've read so much theory and thought about it to excess and I can't connect the dots between living life and having access to any of these things and looking at another person and deciding that they don't deserve the same?
Idk what the point of this is. We make such beautiful unique things. We have such beautiful unique pleasures. I cook in my messy, cramped, chaotic, dirty kitchen in my messy, cramped, chaotic, dirty flat and I make mistakes and I learn and I can do so little about my flat or the world but I can share some of that gentle joy around a bit at least?
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