#and I want children some day but I’m 21 and got a lot to work through first
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[Translation] Olympia Soiree - 50 Questions for Kuroba
Source: Olympia Soiree Official Visual Fanbook Nuit Blanche
50 Questions for Kuroba
1. What are your hobbies and special skills?
Before it was creating specimen books, but these days it’s mainly origami. They seem to make Byakuya and the children of Yomi happy, so I think it’s a good skill if I do say so myself.
2.What are your strong points and weak points?
I’m aware that the part of me that always distrusts everything is not good.
As for my strong point…..I think that I’m unexpectedly good at persevering? If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to continue the kind of research I do.
3. What is a common habit of yours?
Fiddling with my necktie.
4. What is something you do everyday?
Tease Byakuya? Haha, she’ll be mad at me. Although I do think it’d be nice if I was able to see her everyday.
5. What time do you wake up and go to sleep?
That’s something even I don’t know.
6. What is the first thing you do when you wake up, and the last thing you do before you go to sleep?
The first thing I do when I get up is drink a cup of tea to wake up. Before I sleep I spray some sleep medicine.
7. What is your secret (within the boundaries of what you can share)?
I’m the son of the previous leader of the Yellow.
8. Is there someone who you think of as a rival?
It was Akaza previously, but these days I’d also include Lord Douma. Although I’m well aware surpassing him will be difficult.
9. Please tell us about an unforgettable event during your childhood.
Yosuga and I got to talking about how we wanted to see the sea, so we put blue dye into Yomi’s waterway and got beaten up by Granny.
10. How strong is your alcohol tolerance? (Do you drink alcohol?)
I like drinking, but when I get drunk I fall asleep.
11. What is something you are really into right now?
Researching new types of origami.
12. What is something about your body that you have confidence in?
……My pec muscles?
13. How would you describe yourself in one word?
Laidback.
14. How do you spend your days off?
On dates of course.
15. What is something expensive you’ve bought recently?
A microscope.
16. What is something that worries you recently?
The problem of the successor to the leader of the Yellow.
17. What is a job that you’d like to try doing outside of your current one?
Bouncer at Shikinjou.
18. Who is someone you respect?
As expected, Lord Jigen, Lord Douma and Lady Shura really are amazing. Tsukuyomi is also someone I respect…..well, maybe not quite, but I’m grateful to him. And in the end, Lord Sakyo as well. A lot of things happened with him, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s the mentor who guided me.
19. What is something you don’t like?
Flattery.
20. If you could bring just one thing to Tennyo Island, what would it be?
A knife.
21. Please teach us a technique you use to move your lover’s heart.
Rather than any sweet words of mine, it’d have to be origami, right?
22. What are things you like about her?
Her indecent side.
23. What is your favourite food among the dishes she makes?
I’m happy no matter what she makes.
24. What is your favourite part of her body?
Her tongue. Although I like her hips as well.
25. Do you hold hands while you’re on dates?
I probably put my arm around her shoulders or waist more often.
26. If you were to change places with Daifuku for one day, how would you spend your time?
Have her put me on the top of her head maybe? I’d like to try doing things that I definitely wouldn’t be able to do in my real body.
27. You see her sleeping right in front of you. What would you do?
That’s something that happens a lot, but I always have trouble making up my mind. I want to play a trick on her, but I also feel as if I want to keep gazing at her cute sleeping face forever. I end up doing something mischievous at a ratio of about 7:3 though.
28. When your work or study isn’t going well and you’re feeling down, how would you like her to comfort you?
I want her to comfort me, but I don’t want to complain, that’s the kind of being men are.
29. What position do you prefer to sleep in, when you are with her?
I have a feeling I often hold onto her from behind.
30. When you want to kiss her, what do you do first?
I kiss her whenever I think that I want to.
31. Would you prefer to be devoted to her? Or for her to be devoted to you?
More than that, I want to spoil her.
32. If you suddenly missed her in the middle of the night, what would you do?
I’d distract myself by looking at things through my microscope.
33. She has caught a cold. How would you look after her?
I’d try all the treatment methods that I know. Although, perhaps those of the White aren’t affected by illness…..? Or maybe the reason illnesses don’t touch her is because it’s “her”?
34. If you see her while you are at work, what would you do?
If I have the time, I’d love to try helping out with her deliveries.
35. When you and your lover have a fight, what do you do to make up with her?
I bring something sweet over to her and apologise.
36. What would you do if snow started to fall during one of your dates?
Truth be told, it’s something I’ve never really seen much of. Although if it did fall, I think she and I would end up having fun with it.
37. When you are with her, what kind of moments do you feel the happiest?
The times when we go for a walk on the beach and have rambling conversations
38. What is a habit of hers that you like?
When she undoes my necktie.
39. What were you like as a child?
Along with Yosuga, I was spoken highly of as one of the worst brats in Yomi.
40. How many children would you like? Please tell us if you would like a boy or a girl, and how many.
Only as many as she wishes to have. Of course, when thinking of our position in society, I would like to increase the population of the ‘White’, but I do think she would make a great mother. Hmm, perhaps I’ll do some research on safe childbirth methods.
41. When your children are born, what kind of things would you like to teach them? And what kind of children would you like to raise them to be?
Being healthy is the most important thing! After that, I’d like to allow them to do what they want to do.
42. If she were to tell you that ‘I will grant you one wish’, what would you ask for?
I wonder if I could ask her to wash my hair.
43. If you were a ‘White’, including yourself, who would you choose as a partner? And conversely, who would you refuse?
I know Akaza and Yosuga too well to want to marry them. It seemed like Himuka wanted to know more about intercourse, so perhaps it might be fun to teach him.
44. What would you like to do in the world beyond the ocean?
I’d like to collect medical apparatus and medicine.
45. ‘The waves bring what one seeks.’ What is something that you would like to wash ashore?
As to be expected for someone in my line of work, I’d be happy if medical related items, things that might help with my research, would wash up.
46. Is there something you would like to say to Tsukuyomi?
Thank you for your help back then.
47. Is there something you would like to say to her father?
At that time, I was truly stricken with terror.
48. What is a challenge you would like to undertake from here on?
…..Perhaps studying to become a leader?
Although, only if the likes of me is allowed to give that answer.
49. Please tell us about a commitment you would like to make once you become a leader in the future.
I want to back Yomi no matter what, but having a higher colour rank doesn’t necessarily guarantee happiness. I would like this world to become one where there is no need to carry such pain all alone, maybe I’m naive for thinking that.
50. Please tell us your message of love for her.
I’ll continue to love you from now on.
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last night my sister, who’s 21 with a 1-year-old son(whose father is a deadbeat pothead and contributes nothing financially to his upbringing), and who makes like $10 an hour working full-time in a daycare where she’s exposed to every disease under the sun, was like, “would you guys judge me if i quit the daycare and went back to working at wendy’s? wendy’s pays a little bit more and it’s way less stressful and if i could work part-time in the mornings only i could start taking college classes in the afternoons/evenings/nights.” and of course we’re all like No of course we wouldn’t judge you that sounds like a really great idea! Except for my fucking brother who was like, “why would you want to work at wendy’s when you could come work at dunkin with me?” and we were all like matthew we literally don’t even want YOU working at dunkin why in god’s name would she want to join you.
And keep in mind over the past few months dunkin literally demoted my brother from manager to assistant manager, reduced his pay, and brought over this insane woman from another dunkin to replace him. And she came to work high, did shots while on the clock, and was arrested back in 2014 along with several of her family members for keeping 15 children in a filthy trailer. And she hired this dude that everyone told her not to hire because he had bad vibes AS A SHIFT LEAD and literal weeks later(he didn’t even make it a month) he got fired for actually smoking meth on the job. and he also once got written up for leaving the sink running all night when he closed. And she also hired this 25-year-old white girl who never had a job before in her life who had a panic attack when they put her in the drive thru window one day and then like two days later suggested she should be in the drive thru window instead of her black coworker because “our tips will be higher if people see a white girl in the window” and then quit after less than a week of working there because “i’m not racist, and you guys are bullying me for my analytical mind.” And now that new manager has already quit and they’ve already brought in some old dude to be the NEW new manager and they’re paying him a dollar more than they used to pay my brother when he was the manager.
and my brother is like, “you wouldn’t even want me working there if i was the manager?” And i was like no because you already were the manager and you fucking sucked at it because you dedicated all your time to the job and totally neglected your actual life and you got in so much trouble for all the overtime you gave yourself that they literally demoted you. And then my dad was like, maybe you should go work at wendy’s with abby and he got SO offended. And yet he still didn’t seem to understand why she was offended when he suggested she work at dunkin with him. and meanwhile she’s still kind of outlining her reasons for wanting to leave the daycare, all very good and valid reasons, and my brother is over there acting like a fucking clown. Like making fun of my mom’s accent and trying to get her to say certain words so he can record it and all of this nonsense. and my sister is trying to have a serious conversation with everybody about her future and what she wants to do with her life for her own sake and the sake of her son, and she’s clearly thought about this a lot and is nervous to share it with us!!! like, now is not the fucking time! So i’m like, matthew i think you’re being kind of inappropriate right now. And one thing about me is if EYE have to be the one to tell you you’re being inappropriate, you are REALLY being fucking inappropriate. so he kind of shut up after that and didn’t say anything else. But he also didn’t say anything really in support of our sister and it’s like, what the hell???
Like, terminal case of dunkin brain rot over here. and just because you’ve worked at this one lame ass dead end job for a quarter of your life(he’s 24 and has been there since he was 18) doesn’t mean you can’t be happy for your little sister who is making the decision to take steps to improve her quality of life!! like what the hell man. i really don’t get it.
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Chapter 1 - Rowan's POV
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Rowaelin Month - Day 9 - Single Parent au
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Rowan wasn’t looking forward to this latest assignment. He’d figured when he originally signed up for tutoring, he’d be paired with some gangly eighteen year old with glasses too big for his face, but apparently the gods had a different idea for him. Because he’d been paired with the 21 year-old freshman, Aelin Galathynius.
He didn’t know anything about her; but right away, just from that limited information, he could tell this would be a waste of his time.
So a permanent frown was etched onto his face as he entered Mistward Cafe, glancing around until he saw a blonde girl sitting at a table by the window alone. Her elbows were resting on the table, and she looked up to look at him, their eyes meeting.
He nearly stopped breathing. Her eyes were breathtaking, a mix of blue and green with a shocking ring of gold around the iris. But he hardened his heart, keeping his face cold as he walked over to her table, sitting down across from her.
Without any words, he pulled out his laptop and his notebook, getting himself set up for the tutoring session. The only reason he was doing this was for the tiny wage that he got. He was at the University on scholarship; his parents had died when he was very young, and with multiple children already, his uncle didn’t have a lot of money to go around for college. So Rowan had worked his ass off in high school, and managed to get a full ride.
But some spending money didn’t hurt.
He opened his laptop, opening and replying to an email from his advisor, Maeve, before sending it off.
“So,” Rowan said, a bit dryly. “How do we want to approach this? Do you want to go over the most recent unit, or go all the way back to the beginning of the content and start from there?” Each person he tutored had a different way of learning, a different way of wanting to relearn what they’d clearly missed the first time. He found it was better to just ask directly instead of trying to play a guessing game.
But Aelin looked at him, her eyes slightly narrowed. “I just want to be able to pass my next test,” she said. And Rowan knew all he needed to know. This girl didn’t care about actually learning anything, she just wanted to get the bare minimum so she could keep partying and not have to worry about her grades.
“And what did you get on your last test?” He asked, watching as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
She didn’t answer at first, looking down at the table and huffing a sigh. “A 38%.” He almost didn’t hear her, but his brows shot up as the words hit him. “But if I do well enough on the next test, it can average out to a passing score, so that’s just what I need to focus on,” she continued.
Just like he thought.
“Would it just be better if you dropped the class and took it again next semester?” He asked, trying to be at least somewhat sympathetic, though his feelings weren’t exactly plentiful.
“Isn’t it your job to make sure I don’t have to do that?” She spit, and his face hardened.
“I can only help so much,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. If she didn’t want to put in any real effort, this was just a waste of time. He glanced over to the counter, smelling the distinct scent of coffee. He could go for a cup right about now.
“I’m not a child,” she spit tensely, “I am perfectly mentally capable of passing this class.” He nearly rolled her eyes.
“Then why aren’t you?” Rowan replied. She herself glanced over to the counter, something in her eyes he couldn’t comprehend.
“Really?” His voice was dismissive. “You’re what, 20, 21?” He already knew, but he wanted to see her reaction. “I don’t know what reasons you have because to me it looks like you wasted your first couple years after high school, maybe partying or something on daddy’s dime, and now you’re learning that the real world isn’t that easy. That you can’t get by with a few bats of your eyelashes and a few bucks. I’ve seen it before.”
He tried not to be bitter, but he couldn’t help it.
“Excuse me?” Aelin asked, offense clear in her voice. Rowan just narrowed his eyes. “What gives you the right to -”
“Aelin!” The owner of the cafe said, smiling, as he walked over to their table. He set a steaming cup of coffee down. “How’s everything going over here?”
“Fine,” Aelin lied, taking a sip of the drink set in front of her. “It may be over sooner than an hour though, so I’ll get back to work as quickly as I can.” His brows shot up.
Work?
They continued chatting, he could tell that much, but he couldn’t hear it, his brain still circulating around that single phrase. Back to work.
That implied that she’d been working already, which implied that -
“You work here?” Rowan asked, hesitating slightly as she turned to face him again. Her face was hard.
“I’m paying for college myself,” she said, her voice harsh, “that doesn’t fit your narrative does it?” No it didn’t. And he was beginning to think that he was an asshole. Well, he already knew he was. But this was just a reminder of how much he’d changed since Lyria. Since he’d lost both her and their… baby.
It was like the word summoned one, cries sounding through the cafe.
“Shit,” Aelin cursed under her breath, and Rowan looked at her in confusion. But before he could question the strange reaction, she stood up out of her chair, turning to face the counter just as a harried looking teenage boy came out from behind it, holding the source of the noise.
“I’m so sorry, Aelin,” the boy apologized, carrying the little red headed baby over toward them. Or toddler, Rowan supposed. A very young one. “I just couldn’t get her to stop crying. I wouldn’t have bothered you but she keeps calling for you.”
“Mama!” The baby cried out, and Rowan stared as Aelin reached for her, laughing with the boy. Though Rowan could hear the tension in her voice, especially as she rocked back and forth a little bit, shushing the little girl quietly. The little girl… her daughter?
The resemblance was unmistakable, even if Aelin’s hair was a brilliant shade of gold and her daughter’s was much darker, a rich shade of red. Their eyes were the same. They both had the same shape of nose, the same splattering of freckles, and Rowan could already tell that they were going to look a lot like each other as time went on.
He would never know with his own. If his child was going to look more like him or Lyria. He pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the present to avoid slipping into the past.
“You have a daughter?” He asked, once she sat back down. Aelin nodded carefully, her expression reserved. He couldn’t blame her. From what he could pick up on, the father likely wasn’t in the picture, and she was so young. Young to already be a mom. He was sure she’d been faced with nasty comments since she’d first started showing.
Rowan never understood why people had to be so critical of a life they weren’t living.
“She’s beautiful,” he said, a bit of a peace offering. And he knew it’d been accepted when she smiled back, albeit a small one. But it was something.
“Thank you,” she said, caressing her daughter’s hair lightly as the little girl curled into her. And then her face tightened back into what he could recognize as determination. “So what do I need to do to pass this class?”
They got to work pretty quickly after that, and as the tutoring session went on, there was one thing Rowan knew already. He would do whatever he could to help her out. And if statistics was all he could offer, then he’d do his damn best to help her ace this class.
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Check it out everyone, 3 years of art progress! And I wrote a guide for beginners! 😊
Hi! I’m Laura, age 31. I’ve always drawn occasionally, but never really stuck with it. Frankly it stressed me out. I’d draw for a month, then cry a bunch, then quit for a couple more years. But this time I turned it into a habit somehow. I’ve been drawing near-daily since Feb ‘21 and my life is better for it. Art’s a huge part of me now; it affects how I spend my time, how I express myself, and how I see the world. I feel like a happier, more complete human being.
So here’s what worked for me. This is a guide for hobbyists (I don’t have commercial ambitions) and it may or may not work for you. But I hope you can learn something from it regardless. Without further ado, my thesis:
~ Laura’s Steps for Drawing A Lot and Hopefully Getting Better ~
1 – Manage Your Health
Know what’s bad for your art? Depression! Glad I got around to treating mine. But for real, if you lack self-confidence you might want to check your mental health. It isn’t the sole factor but it can rapidly overtake the others. Every day I see a post like “how do I improve, every time I try to draw I’m overwhelmed with thoughts I’m bad at everything and a burden to the people around me”. That’s relatable but not a healthy way to see yourself. Low self-esteem can be treated. Please consider talking to someone - you’re a wonderful, lovable person and deserve a happy life.
Also, try to get plenty of sleep and eat regular meals; it helps with everything. Exercise is worth a shot too. Going for walks is good for your mind and body. Yes it’s boring, but boredom gives you space to imagine things.
#2 – Make It Fun
You’re taking this too seriously. Yes, you. It’s just a hobby. Take the pressure off. Have fun.
What does that mean? It means you need to make art approachable. It has to be a comfort hobby you’re naturally drawn to. That means killing all thoughts of what you SHOULD do. If it makes you want to draw, go for it. Anime characters? Pretty ladies? Fanart? Furries? Doodles from imagination? Zentangles? Pencils? Digital? Do it. If drawing the “right way” burns you out, draw things the wrong way instead. You know who draws a lot? Children. You know who doesn’t draw super well? Children. Have that mindset. Draw like a child. Don’t compare yourself to others; just enjoy the process of creating something. You had that ability once and I know you can reacquire it.
Intimidated by an empty sketchbook? Don’t wanna ruin a white page? That’s OK; find something you don’t mind ruining. Grab a half-used notebook and a ballpoint pen. You EXPECT those to look horrendous. If you can have fun filling that notebook, you can have fun drawing regularly, and if you draw regularly you can slowly improve your art. It happened to me. I went from rarely drawing to wanting to do it every day. I still sketch in ballpoint now; it’s fun and comfortable.
Also, if drawing’s NOT fun? That’s OK too! There’s loads of ways to express creativity; go do do one of those. For me it was The Sims 3, then knitting, then drawing. Find something accessible and build your confidence up. The world needs bonsai trees and Minecraft castles just as much as drawings. <3
#3 – Seek Instruction
You’ve made drawing a habit, congratulations! You’ve probably learned heaps already; it’s natural to work out techniques as you go. But deducing art wisdom from scratch isn’t super efficient. There’s no need to reinvent the wheel when you can learn so much from others.
You can do a paid course (great way to meet people), but you don’t have to. All the information’s free on the internet! Teachers will cover the same things in different ways or from different perspectives. There’s no exclusive knowledge; the more you study, the more overlap you’ll notice. It all comes together for a more complete understanding of fundamental concepts.
Here’s some of my favourite resources (currently all available free online)(except the Winslow one which was taken down, boo):
r/artfundamentals, ie. drawabox.com . A great starter course on how to hold a pen, draw lines, build forms and so on. You can follow structured lessons or just practice whatever you need to.
How to Draw: Drawing and Sketching Objects and Environments from Your Imagination, by Scott Robertson. This book’s the gold standard on perspective and great for technical thinkers. It gets VERY advanced but there’s basic stuff to learn from as well. If the textbook intimidates you, try this excellent video playlist by Dan Beardshaw. He walks you through the same concepts in a simple approachable manner. Vital information if you want your work to look 3D.
anything by Andrew Loomis. He’s an icon for a reason; the Loomis head is a standard art tool to this day. I also enjoy the anachronistic career advice (“all advertisers will pay for a well-drawn head” or whatever it was). Here’s the ones I’ve read and enjoyed:
Fun with a Pencil
Figure Drawing for All It’s Worth
Drawing The Head and Hands
Creative Illustration (my current fave, great for composition)
Classic Human Anatomy in Motion, by Valerie L. Winslow. Hot take – people who say “learn anatomy” to beginners are idiots. SO MANY fundamentals come before anatomy if you wanna draw good-looking characters. You’ll get better results studying proportion, form, gesture, shapes and composition first. But if/when you want to learn bones and muscles, this is the book for you! It’s probably overkill, but I loved the breakdown of facial muscles and how they create expression. Top-tier reaction image material.
Proko!! Fabulous Youtube channel. Not only is Stan a great teacher, he invites on other artists too. Just go to his search bar and plug in a keyword; you’ll always find something helpful. I recommend his channel if you want to draw humans (loads of gesture, forms, proportion, anatomy etc.), but there’s a video or two on everything. Some of my other favourite videos:
Mind-Blowing Realistic Shading Tricks. Simple effective intro to light and shadow, I still go back and learn from it.
How to Draw Dynamic Shapes – FORCE Series Part 3. So compelling I bought the book afterwards. Blew my mind, instantly improved all my shapes and in turn my composition and gesture.
Painting Skin Tones and How Light Affects Color. Marco Bucci’s a genius with colours, he explains value and saturation in such fascinating ways.
Digital Shape Carving with Scott Flanders – good companion to the shading video above, teaches dramatic silhouettes and cel-shading within a really interesting workflow.
Google. Any question. Throw it in. Someone’s made a video or reddit post about it. You’d be surprised! I swear, the number of times I’ve typed “composition tips” or “digital watercolour clip studio paint” or “how draw horse head”.
Remember, take it easy. Don’t burn yourself out. Back off if you feel the tears creeping in. Study should supplement your drawings, not replace them. If in doubt, revert to step 2 – “bad” art is better than no art.
4– Study Life
If you did step 3 you’re way ahead of me on this one. USE REFERENCES. Draw things from photos (or real life if possible). Fill your brain with visual information. Here’s a thread I made for sharing references of humans.
What if you prefer to draw from imagination? That’s fine – try a hybrid approach. Doodle whatever comes to you, then look up references and try again. For example I’ll doodle a bear, then draw from photos of bears, then doodle new bears using the things I learned. It’s fun and also a good way to test your knowledge. You may also enjoy combining different references; eg drawing animal fusions, combining poses with an outfits etc. It gets easier to do the more you practice.
Between art pieces I keep a balance between drawing from imagination, drawing from reference, following art lessons, and studying other artists. Speaking of which –
5 – Study Art
Ever heard “Don’t draw anime until you’ve learned anatomy?” or “Learn the rules before you break them?” I strongly disagree with both of those statements. Fundamentals are great but there’s never a point you stop learning them, and studying life won’t teach you how to stylise. That’s why you also need to learn from your favourite artworks. This gets easier/more efficient as you build your broader art skills, but you can learn styles at any point of your art journey (see – step 2). In fact, it makes study more enjoyable, since stylised art can look better and feel more “you”. You already know what you want to create– why not start now?
Let’s take anime as an example. That’s a huge genre with loads of variation. So, what’s your personal taste? Round and cute, or sharp and serious? Choose your favourite shows and study how they do it. Observe their lines, shapes and proportions. Then try it yourself. Make fanart. Not only is replication good art practice in general, it’ll teach you a bunch of new tricks. For original work, pull from loads of sources, the more diverse the better. Work in your love for Silver Age comics or medieval tapestries or German expressionism. The more places you learn from, the more unique and personal your style will be. Your art becomes a visual scrapbook of all the artists you love. I think that’s beautiful. <3
6 – Find Community
Art friends! Best thing ever. You can bond over your shared obsession, commiserate over tough parts, and learn about art together. A lot of my drawings are in-jokes exchanged with my BFF. I’ve known them from childhood (lucky) but apparently adults can make friends too. Fandom spaces are great for this; many Discord channels have a dedicated artists’ zone. You can also try r/sketchdaily or challenges like Mermay/Inktober if you want a sense of community.
If you don’t have art friends (yet), that’s OK; parasocial works too! I like watching “Draw With Me” content on Youtube. It’s great to put on while you’re creating, especially when you don’t have the energy for something educational. Not only is it inspiring, you can learn tips and tricks along the way. And of course, you can never go wrong with Bob Ross.
7 – Be Interesting
The very first step was to manage your health. In a way, we’ve looped back to the beginning. Because no matter what you do, art begins and ends with who you are. You can practice fundamentals 12 hours a day but if you never live your life, you’ll never make interesting art. No one cares for artists whose only character trait is how hard they grind. So go be the most vibrant version of yourself. Take up weird hobbies. Make weird friends. Seek new experiences. Question the beliefs you grew up with. Read books for a while instead of drawing. Develop your principles. Embrace what makes you different. Survive the worst year of your life somehow. Learn what makes you thrive. Your art won’t be for everyone. But it WILL mean the world to some. And to me, that’s the whole point of doing this. Good luck, fellow artist. The world is your adventure yet to come. I believe in you. <3
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Back in 1991 I was a college student in the music program at Douglas College, 20 years old in May 1991 (a month before I turned 21). I was not finding college much fun and my educational difficulties were showing up full force.
Then along comes Timothy Zahn with a continuation of the Star Wars saga that I had grown up with. Gen X were the target audience as children for Star Wars back in 1977 when I was a kid of 6 years old at least when Star Wars came out in April of that year. And the entire trilogy (Star Wars, Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi) were complete and released in the theatres by the time I had turned 13.
So as a young adult, what’s now referred to as the Legends series of books were a part of my life. I would save up and buy each one as they came out, reveling in the further adventures of Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa (now Solo) and their growing family. Some of the events in my own personal life (in general my luck with women mirrored that of Luke Skywalker who couldn’t seem to find a match even if he tried. I mean, look at his track record (the woman who tried to kill him back during the Rebellion days then there was Gaerial Captison, a few others here and there, Callista (the Bodysnatcher) Ming) and well, Mara… who finally in the Legends became his wife).
The relationship of Mara and Luke was one that really struck a close chord because to me Luke was the “everyman”; the hero of the story; the one everyone wants to be. And what I really wanted at the time,considering the circumstances of being in an abusive situation with my mother and her narcissistic traits, was an escape (from reality, perhaps); someway to get out of the situation I was in. So Star Wars was a way, when I wasn’t working at selling houses which frankly was no longer enjoyable by the time 1998 rolled around, to escape the abuse and BS at home.
Narcissistic parents and their enablers want you helpless and strip away your emotional supports and they did that quite well. If you’re doing the math, I was 29 at this point.
The Hand of Thrawn duology of Ghosts of the Past and Visions of the Future had come out and we saw Luke and Mara get engaged.
And well, I had met (online) my future wife and was on the phone with her a lot. This was wayyyy before everyone and their dog and cats. having their own personal cell phones. Cell phones and pagers (remember those?) were the realm of business people. I was in real estate, so I owned one of both.
I rolled a sabacc on that one. We’re 23 years together as of next month. We’ve been through ups and downs that probably would have broken up most couples including my mother’s meddling. But the choice that I made was to stick with my wife: to get away from my mother who had done nothing other than to beat me down every chance she got.
In other words my relationship with my wife saved my life.
And that’s also a reason why Star Wars is so important to me. It provided an escape and a bit of sanity in an insane situation and allowed me a bit of time to plan my escape. I left my parent’s hpuse in March of 2000. 4 months before my now-wife came up from the States and 5 before she and I got married (parents were not invited - her mother due to logistics because of her being back in the States, secondly, my parents weren’t due to my mother’s abusive controlling behavior and my dad because by now he’d become her enabler). My uncle; my mother’s flying monkey had predicted our marriage wouldn’t last.
23 years and every wedding anniversary that passes is lile another happy “fuck you” to my uncle.
This is one of the reasons why I’m disgusted with the sequel series. Everyone goes through trials and tribulations and they grow, learn from their experiences and mature to become hopefully a better version of themselves.
Rey on the other hand is a Disney’fied version of their typical Princess stories. There’s no growth at all other than the time she was on Jakku. There was the “immediate learning” of her Jedi skills with very little training - a kind of Mulan’ish immediately good at everything. There was no connection at all with Rey as a character.
But then again if one likes their stories to be all fluff and light, then fine. But don’t disrespect the original characters while doing it.
Turning the hero character into a miserable old grouch who lives like a hermit who tosses his father’s lightsaber when he originally treated it with reverence is not subverting the plot.
It’s being a dick and ruining a much loved character just for a cheap laugh. Yeah, I’m pretty angry with the sequels because when I was a kid, I idolized Luke Skywalker and Han Solo.
I looked forward to the sequels, hoping that they would do justice to Lucas’s vision, but we got a disjointed plot, “Somehow Palpatine returned”, Super Rey Palpatine and bitter old angry OT characters who were characterized as incompetent. And what enraged me the most was that we got this.
The final insult from Disney’s screwing up the sequels so badly was after filming TLJ, Carrie Fisher went into full cardiac arrest on an aircraft and passed away. There is now no way to rectify the mess that the House of Mouse has made to Star Wars; the franchise that I love more than any other sci-fi franchise. I grew up with this franchise and while I’ve grown out of what Lucas had termed as the target audience, when someone messes with the memories of your childhood, screws up your heroes, yeah, you get mad.
For me, Star Wars was my happy escape and thanks to Rian “Ruin” Johnson, it’s tainted irreparably. Harrison Ford may have wanted out but the rest loved their characters. And Mark Hamill wanted his character treated with some respect but instead of Luke Skywalker, the noble Jedi, he got Jake Skywalker - the down and out green-milk guzzling irritable hermit who “doesn’t give a shit no more!”
Disney has gone full on and said that anyone who dislikes the sequels and dislike the way Rey is written are old racists and white misogynists who live in their mom’s basements.
Well I ain’t white, I don’t live in my mom’s basement, I wish women got treated more fairly, I’m more liberal than conservative and I’m frankly pissed that my childhood film heroes got so disrespected. OK granted, I may be old and not a kid any more (my wife would beg to differ. She says I’m a 2 year old in a 53 year old body) but I still love my Star Wars with the exception of the sequels.
And Legends will always have a special place in my heart because it got me through the toughest part of my life.
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save the date
tomorrow.
2/26/24.
save the date.
at least for me.
i have the meeting which i mentioned a couple of posts back and i’ve been scared for it. AND ITS TOMORROW!?
also why is there a big gap in between save the date and the word tomorrow?-
also i digressed a lot teehee!
second period. 8:32am. i’m so mad that it’s immediately after february / president’s day break, even though my past meeting dates, which i have memorized, have been in a similar timeframe.
this year - 2/26/24
last year - 3/1/23
the year before last - 3/21/22
but anyways i have to miss spanish class for the second year in a row!! my spanish teacher is gonna flip, im in a college level and college credit bearing spanish class and its the second highest. we’re prepping for the national spanish exam, which is a standardized spanish exam that i have taken in years past.
last year i got bronze, the year before last i got an honorable mention. this year i want silver and next year i want gold to show progressive improvement.
some other patterns i’ve noticed with my meetings is the teacher and class they choose that i should miss
10th & 11th: missed spanish, chose my math teacher to be the general education teacher.
8th & 9th: missed social studies/global, chose my english teacher to be the general education teacher.
6th & 7th: missed support class, chose my social studies teacher to be the general education teacher.
so i’m highly convinced there’s a method to the madness.
anyways now i’m going to go into depth of each of the invited teachers.
if you remember this pic:
yes i have this picture somewhere in my favorites album, it’s easier to access that way.
also on the doc it has my real name (cuz liv is derived from olivia) but PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME OLIVIA. ty.
person #1: the chairperson/psychologist
if i get any testing done within the triennial period, like how i did my freshman year, i would get pulled out to take a variety of tests. i remember being so mad when i realized my IQ from grade 4 is the same as it was in grade 9, and i’m in the above average range for VSI.
which is insane. i used to be below average for VSI.
VSI, or Visual Spatial Index, is a subtest in the WISC-V tests for an ability to evaluate visual details and understand visual-spatial relationships to construct geometric designs from a model. (Child Psychologist AU).
the link to that article ->
also i don’t live in AUS, but this is the best definition on it.
2. my math teacher, also my favorite teacher! she recommended me to take two math classes, which is a shock even for me and also i love her so much because it’s fun to see her teach and her teaching style brings so much joy to my life and i can’t wait to see what the rest of the year has in store.
the only part i’m worried about, well, maybe two things.
general ed teachers have to take notes on me leading up to the meeting…and i don’t know what’s contained in these notes she’s written, so yeah that’s one. also, i told her that if she ever sees me distracted., she can redirect me — i guess i have never realized just how much i do get distracted until she tells me to stay on task when we do group work!
pretty much every group i’ve been in with my friends (so like clover, daniela, and meredith) we’ve been told to stop talking about other topics, and the only reason why is because im there.
clover & daniela normally work alone, together, without meredith and i and they’re super productive. they talk AND get work done.
meredith & i are the opposite. we work together any chance we get when she doesn’t pick partners and while meredith and i work we both distract each other.
the only annoying problem is, every time i get redirected from talking to meredith, we are always talking about a math problem.
when i got redirected with clover and daniela, we were distinctly talking about a different topic…!
3. my case manager/special ed teacher:
well i think she has a plethora of things to say about me. but like a plethora of GOOD things. because im a great student. i have a 92 in english and she’s the coteacher so it works out perfectly for me! :)
plus my writing is super strong, i wrote a 507-word response for english when it was supposed to be 5-7, and my other english teacher wrote this lovely comment!
you don’t have to read the whole thing, especially if you haven’t read the great gatsby.
but my english teacher gave 7 perfect scores on this assignment so of course i’m so proud of this.
4. my guidance counselor
even though i just saw her for my junior meeting, i know she also has a plethora of good things to say, so im not worried about her input.
5. my speech teacher
worried- i have not gone to speech in a while, either because my case manager hasn’t sent me my speech schedule and because i use the period i have speech to finish any tests so my teachers don’t hunt me down in the testing room…which HAS happened.
6. also not mentioned, at least on the document, but my other general class teachers get an email the monday of and have to write like 3-6 sentences on my progress in their class.
the other 3 blurred people are my parents and i., but i don’t want information out there on my parents on tumblr.
also i accidentally blurred the location. it’s supposed to be a video conference, but i told the committee to make it in-person and now both my parents are coming so yay!
anyways this is a long post but i hope you enjoyed! i wrote this at my local hairdresser 🤗
im gonna prob post after the meeting, so like period 3 or 5 or even 9 about what went down in a new post.
thanks for reading :)
ps if you’re still there, i’m gonna make a new style where i use the quote text as a header for my posts.
bye now! :)
#neurodivergent#actually autistic#i don’t know what to tag this#actually neurodivergent#school#autism#learning disability#asd#autism masking#low support needs
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Exterminators
Since I was young, there has been 3 things I’ve known for certain to be true: I come from old money, there is more to this world that meets the eye, and there is something wrong with my brother.
So, that went from 0-100 real fast, I get it, so let me just go from least concerning to most concerning. By restating my family comes from old money. And by old, I don’t mean 1900s or 1800s, from what little I’ve seen of the family tree it goes all the way back to the 1400s at least. Now, considering just how long ago that was, you may be assuming that we’re rich enough the buy the whole world and still have extra, but that isn’t the case. We still have a filthy amount of money, but no more than your average billionaire. But it is something I tend to forget, since I wasn’t really raised rich. Sure, looking back, my parents never really worried about the mortgage or groceries or other expenses, but we didn’t exactly live exorbitantly. My childhood home was fairly big, but it was a typical home, not a mansion or anything. And my parents both still worked full-time, even though they had more than enough to retire at 40 and still have enough to pass down. And while I often wondered how we got so much money as a teen, the only answer I ever got was “the old family business.” I wouldn’t find out exactly what that was until my 21st birthday, but I did know it related to my second point.
There is more to this world than meets the eye. Something many say and believe, and even more disbelieve. But I have seen things from myths and fairy tales, things that would blow away science. The first encounter I remember was when I was 5. I was lying in bed, pretending to sleep as most children do so I could goof off, when a strange blue orb flew in through my window. I wondered how, since it had a screen, but I didn’t really care to think too hard about it. I was more focused on the shining ball that soon became a small figure. They were human, or at least looked human, with dragonfly wings and a mischievous grin. They played with me that night, and it felt magical, since I had few friends as a child. About 10 minutes after the strange, tiny human’s arrival my parents burst into my room, holding strange glowing flyswatters, but calmed down from their frenzy when the creature began speaking. What they said, I’m not sure. Time has eroded the specific words, and I didn’t speak the language at the time, but the creature left after a short conversation and I was told about the secrets of the world. Monsters, fairies, and magic all existed. Kept secret by the retreat of the mystic creatures into other planes, and the hard work of the mages to keep it all hidden. I was told to keep this secret, and even though I really wanted to tell someone, I could tell even at that age the consequences wouldn’t be worth it. The fairy, who’s name I never learned, was a lifeline through my childhood. They would always come and play with me when I was young, and as I began middle school they became someone to confide in about my troubles. One day, though, they stopped, and while it hurt wondering what happened I did eventually move on.
When I hit 21, I was brought into my father’s “study.” It was, in reality, just the computer room, but it had a lot of my father’s books and he spent a lot of time in there. He told me what I had been dying to know for years: the family business. Apparently, somewhere early in the line when the magical and mundane were still intertwined, an ancestor of my mother began hunting creatures that threatened the world. This became family tradition, and we honed our talents and techniques through the generations, incorporating new technology and adapting to the world. My mother met my father through the job, and in the span of a year and a half they dated, wed, and had my brother. When they had him, they got out of the business, selling off some family assets to help inflate what was, at the time, our dwindling money. And 5 years after my brother was born they had me. Learning about the family business helped connect some dots from my younger years. It explained why we would sometimes move without warning, packing everything in the span of 2 days and moving across the country. It explained why my parents would sometimes accompany us to school, and their generally overprotective behavior. Because, when you’ve been hunting mystical creatures since the 1400s, you tend to make some enemies. And the mystical can carry grudges worse than any human. Which, coincidentally enough, brings me to my third point.
Something is wrong with my brother and has been wrong with him since he was born. The first sign was his appearance. My family can be traced back to somewhere in what is now the UK, and we all generally have pretty deep red hair. My brother, however, was born with gray hair, and it had gradually whitened into a silvery white as he grew older. It was a slight cause for concern, as my parents were afraid he had been cursed somehow, but other than that he seemed like a normal baby.
Then he grew older. And mom and dad realized he was crazy in tune with magic. Like, more so than any modern-day human should. He also claims to have seen… things. Horrifying, eldritch things that seem to defy logic, that no one else can see. And his all-around demeanor is cold, almost threatening. When you get to know him, you find he’s really nice, and enjoys helping people. But the first impression of him is usually “yeah, I can see him killing someone and not caring.” This outward coldness always scared me as a child, but I never actively avoided him. In fact it just made me want to get closer to him. Lately, I’ve heard from mom that he’s taken up the old family business, but I haven’t heard from him in months. Mom and dad seem worried too, so I don’t think he’s ignoring me. But recently when I think about him I just get this overwhelming sense of worry. I’ve recently been training my own skills, so I can help him out if he needs it. I’m no where as good as him, since I’ve just started about a year ago, but fortunately my family has some pretty powerful stuff I can fall back on.
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[cis woman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CARMEN ALAMILLA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SALMA HAYEK]. You must be the [53] year old [OWNER OF TEJAS CANTINA]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [ABRASIVE] and your favorite song is [SHE BANGS by RICKY MARTIN]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
@aurorabayaesthetic
BASICS
Full Name: Carmen Vanessa Alamilla Medina
Nicknames: N/A
Height: 5'2"
Gender/Pronouns: cis woman | she & her
Romantic/Sexual Orientation: heteroromantic | heterosexual
Birth Date: August 18th, 1971 (53)
Birth Place: Playa Azul, Michoacán, México
Current Residence: Seabrook Quarter, Aurora Bay, CA, USA
Occupation: Owner of Tejas Cantina
Relationship Status: Single (Divorcee)
FAMILY
Father: Tejas Luis Alamilla Garcia, deceased
Mother: Abril Concepción Medina Acosta, deceased
Siblings: 3 full-blooded siblings, one half-brother (may as well be dead)
Ex Husband: Christian McDowell (58, npc)
Children: 2, ages 27 and 25
Nieces/Nephews: Valeria Ortiz, Bruno Ortiz, Asher Ortiz, Carmen & Lydia Ortiz, more tba
SHORT BIO
tw for cheating, alluding to age difference relationships
Carmen was born and raised in her native México, surrounded by her extended family. Life was rough growing up, as her father was away from home on a fishing boat for months at a time, whilst her mother worked for various tourism groups. But with all bad comes good, as she had no shortage of various aunts and uncles (with only some being of blood relation) to look to. It takes a village to raise a child, and nowhere seemed more true than her little village.
Her life changed drastically when her father died in a boating accident days before her 19th birthday. Their little family managed to limp along thanks to the help of family and friends, but their generosity would only extend so far. With what little money they had running out, Carmen's mother made the decision to leave their beloved México behind, hoping for a better life in America.
The family moved to Aurora Bay, where her mother worked as a maid for one of the families in Aurora Bay Drive. When Carmen turned 21, she was introduced to Christian McDowell. Though she spoke little English, and he spoke virtually no Spanish, the pair managed to hit it off. By the age of 23, Carmen and Christian had married, and she'd moved into his home in Fisher's Cove. The couple eventually had two children, and it seemed that life couldn't be any better.
The cracks in their happy home started forming the first time Carmen realized her husband had wandering eyes. With the rise in messaging sites, she found more than a few suspect chats bookmarked in the web browser. It felt as if Christian had wanted his wife to find them, was looking for a reason to leave. But, she elected to stay silent, to pretend it didn't happen. She justified it to herself, it was for the good of her children.
A mistake, in hindsight. Followed by more mistakes, when the messages turned to meet ups, turned to affairs. The older she got, the older their children got, the younger her husband's mistresses seemingly became. She looked for distractions, for hobbies and interests, turned a blind eye. She opened Tejas Cantina in 2014, named after her father. It became a success after a year of struggle, and at the age of 44, Carmen filed for divorce.
It was a shock to many, but it had also been a long time coming for her. The divorce process was long and messy, but when it was finalized, she moved all of her things to a quaint little home in Seabrook Quarter. She even went as far as legally changing her name back to her maiden name, and has stayed fiercely single since. She refuses to become caught up with another American man.
CONNECTIONS
POTENTIAL
Neighbors from Seabrook/Former neighbors from Fisher's Cove
Friends
Enemies
A longstanding crush she refuses to acknowledge is there
Her kids/siblings/nieces and nephews
CURRENT
✿ Living Migraine The One that Got Away: Did Axel and Carmen ever date? No. Will they ever date? Also no. Will they play-flirt with each other if Carmen isn't smacking his head for the dumb shit that comes out his mouth? Most definitely. | @axel-mathis
✿ Angry Chihuahua Son: You know that "GET YO FUCKING DOG, BITCH/it don't bite" vine? Yeah, that's Carmen about Aiden. Yes, he's a troublemaker, but you don't have all the facts, which are that he's a good kid and a damn good cook. | @aiden-stevens
✿ Needs Therapy Niece: Carmen had visited her half-brother as often as she could just to see his kids. She hasn't seen Valeria in years, so hopefully they can actually have the relationship that dipshit sperm donor denied them. | @thevaleriaxortiz
✿ Five Finger Nephew: The last time Carmen saw Asher, he was but a wee bab. Probably gonna teach that boy proper Spanish. No nephew of hers is gonna be denied half of his heritage. | @heyits-asher
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Rant: Labour By Paris Paloma
This might get me hate, but I’m not sure. So, I was listening to Labour by Paris Paloma and it just honestly rubbed me the wrong way. I think it’s because the video that shows a woman who is clearly upper-middle class in a historical setting where she would of most likely have had a few servants and even some slaves to take care of everything shown in the video is complaining. It feels disingenuous to me because all I can think is that the servants below stairs should be saying this to both of them. Like I said I doubt she or he gets the water or fixes the gables. Even if she wasn’t married she would still have to do menial labor. Life ain’t free. Also, why not leave and if possible get a divorce? I get that’s what she's planning on doing, but why not sooner. Also, if they possibly already have a son, is she going to leave him behind with the husband who appears to be a drunkard as well as an abusive bastard?
I also think there is important context missing for the man because there is a huge difference between say working as a farmer/farm-hand or a gentleman farmer vs working in a trade like mining or millinery. I can definitely understand a guy coming home from something like that bone-deep tired and not wanting to do anything. Made worse if he came back from war and has trauma. A lot of men in England could not vote historically as well as women because they didn’t own enough or any land. Voting rights were dependent on land holdings. A day laborer could no more vote than his wife.
Most women were more focused on surviving and living to care about how they were treated. We honestly have to understand that they would really not have known any different. Homemaking was the norm and to deviate meant you were a spinster and thus a burden on your relatives. A single woman would have to rely on the charity of family and friends, if they did not marry and have their own household. Marriage provided women with freedom and security they wouldn’t have otherwise. They could of course work as a maid, farm-hand, or tutor/governess, but those would not have necessarily paid well. I don’t even want to know why this needs to be said, but it does none the less. Women did not work alone to do all these things regardless of having servants. Women would work together to complete tasks like cooking and looming, which could and would bring in income as well. Child rearing was a community thing. Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles, and older siblings would help look after the younger ones. Just look at William the conquerer and his wife Matilda, who had nine children.
The video would make more sense if set in the post-war years of the late ‘40s/early ‘50s where the white picket fence dream was more of a thing and where your stereotypical housewife would be found since this type of wife is in fact a recent phenomenon because most couples would both bring in an income either through a dowry or funds made in the above mentioned ways. However, war rationing was still happening during these years in Britain. It lasted fourteen years in total. Also, the dream is an American one, so it’s kinda weird a Brit would want it. Marriage was not about love historically. It was more of a contract between families for economic and social status reasons. Often neither party got a say in it. It makes me wonder why the woman/women are not blaming their parents instead. In fact, England made it hard for people under 21 to just elope, so they would run away to Gretna Green. If this woman did run away with this man because she thought he would save her and so she could seemingly just kickup her feet and do nothing but instead he treats her like Cinderella, well that’s somewhat her fault. It kind of reminds me of my sister who has a man-child for a boyfriend who doesn’t do shit but yet begs her for money and makes her do everything, but it’s still her fault she’s in that relationship, but not that she gets treated like that.
Why does it seem that people forget effective contraceptives are very recent things? So yes, a woman having sex historically would most likely get pregnant. A man pulling out is only about 80% effective. Condoms did exist but they didn’t really work well.
I honestly don’t get why people are using this song for famous women who were badasses or cruel like Katherine of Aragon or Queen Bloody Mary Tudor. No one cares about lesser known badass women like Yolande of Aragon, who acted as regent of Provence during the minority of her son. She played a crucial role in the struggles between France and England as well. She helped fund Jeanne D’Arc {Joan of Arc}. Some of these women over shadowed their husbands like Catherine de’ Medici, wife of Henry II of France. I’m sorry this was so fucking long, but I had to get this out. Cross posting on Minds.com.
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[Mimo Fam AU]
Momo loved life.
She’d worked hard to get here, but she loved life. She loved her daughter- that wasn’t hard to do at all; her daughter was the very light of her life, the reason the sun rose, the reason her world spun. She loved her friends and family. She loved her house… though it felt a little too big for two people. She loved the promise of a new day, she loved the opportunities ahead – that’s what her therapist told her, anyway. Whatever it meant.
But Momo was tired.
Jihyo seemed to sense it that day. She’d called at lunchtime, as Momo stared at plans she’d been reviewing for hours, fruitlessly. Jihyo informed her Nayeon would be picking Chaeyoung up from school to babysit for the night; her and Jeongyeon planned to take the kid to an arcade. Jihyo would pick Momo up from home after work.
That’s how they wound up sitting in silence on a bench facing the river, shoulders pressed together, warm against the chilly fall air. Momo’s hands were in her sweatshirt pockets, as she sat staring at the river, trying to ignore the shuffling of people on the path behind them and the sideways glances Jihyo would occasionally cast her way. Momo was eternally grateful for her, but she didn’t have it in her to carry a conversation right now.
Jihyo sensed that, too. She slipped a hand into Momo’s pocket and intertwined their fingers. She squeezed, and Momo squeezed back. It gave her a bit of strength.
She took a deep breath.
“It’s our twelve-year wedding anniversary.” Momo whispered.
Jihyo froze.
“Right.” She said softly back. Her voice was already watery, Momo felt a little bad dragging her down with her today. “Oh, Momo…”
“I’m okay. I am.” She said. She gave a little nod, watched as Jihyo wiped her eyes with her jacket sleeve. “I… talked about her in therapy a lot this week. And I’ve been thinking a lot about… the anniversaries we got. The happy memories.”
Jihyo nodded. She didn’t say anything, but Momo could hear her breath was shaky.
Ten years later and Momo knew all too well the sting was just as fresh. Seeing Jihyo cry made it worse.
“I thought about how excited she was, when we found out we were going to have Chaeyoung.” Momo continued. Her voice wasn’t strong, now, but it didn’t need to be. Jihyo was there for her, and she was there for Jihyo, and neither of them were strong when it came to this.
“She was so happy. All she ever wanted was a family with you.” Jihyo whispered.
Momo nodded and wiped her eyes. “Yeah. She was so excited... Your parents thought we were too young.”
“You weren’t.”
Momo laughed. “I thought about, how happy she was to pick out names, the way she’d snore when I’d stay up and read children’s books to her stomach when Chaeyoung wouldn’t stay still... She hated the voices I did, I think she fell asleep every time out of spite.”
“She hated the voices you did.” Jihyo let out a shaky laugh. “They annoyed the shit out of her.”
“Eh, it was the hormones.” Momo found herself laughing, too. “I was thinking about the wedding, too.”
“Oh, god, don’t remind me.”
“Really? Is there anything to remind you of? I was under the impression you couldn’t remember any of it-”
“Momo…” Jihyo whined, laughing and wiping a few more tears. “I was freshly 21 and it was an open bar-”
“And you were making sure me and your sister got our money’s worth and I really appreciate it, I do, it added some fond memories to look back on-”
“Momo…”
“Your dance moves were killer.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“And the karaoke? During your maid of honor speech?”
“I told you, I don’t want to hear it!” Jihyo whined.
“You were a crowd favorite! People were asking me if they could borrow you for their own weddings!”
“Momo.” She pouted and hid her face in her hands.
“Momo?” A softer voice.
Both women jumped, spinning at once to face the source of the voice, someone who had been passing by on the riverwalk trail behind the bench.
“O-oh! Mina! Hi!” Momo fumbled over her words and quickly tried to dry the remaining tears. Jihyo looked between the two women.
“Hi – I’m sorry if this is a bad time, I was just – I was out for a run, and I heard your name as I was going by-” Her eyes traveled downward, towards Jihyo’s hand in Momo’s pocket. They quickly separated. Had she looked disappointed, or just confused? “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
“No, not at all! Hi!” Damn it. Momo brushed her hair back, out of her face. She made the mistake of looking down and- oh. Mina was certainly on a run. Wearing running clothes. Form-fitting leggings, a sports bra, and an unzipped jacket over it. She tried not to stare.
“Hi.” If she realized they’d said Hi to each other four times already, she was kind enough not to show it. Her eyes darted to Jihyo again, at the hand that’d been in Momo’s pocket.
Jihyo cleared her throat. “Um, yeah. Hi. I’m Jihyo. I’m Momo’s… sister.”
She exchanged a glance with the shorter woman, but Jihyo only smiled at her.
“Oh. Oh! Chaeyoung’s aunt.” Mina nodded, glancing at Momo. Right, she’d told her about Jihyo, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Tzuyu all helping out with Chaeyoung; just not by name.
“Yep! That’s me.” Jihyo smiled proudly. “Are you one of her teachers…?”
“Oh, no, our daughters are friends.”
“Her daughter is who Chaeyoung had a playdate with a few weeks ago, remember I was telling you about that?”
Realization dawned on Jihyo, and Momo realized she’d said too much. She remembered too late Jihyo and Nayeon’s immature insistence Momo tell them if this other mom she’d met was a ‘milf’ when Momo mentioned she’d seemed young. She had reluctantly said she was, she guessed.
“I do now!” Jihyo turned with a wicked smile to Momo and nodded. Yes, a milf.
Momo could have told you that.
She also didn’t want Jihyo ogling this woman.
“So!” She said quickly. “Are you just out and about, or training for anything in particular?”
“No, I’m not usually one for organized races. I like a nice jog, sometimes, when I can get my sister to entertain Dahyun. They’re kinda two peas in a pod, though, so it isn’t too hard to convince her.”
“I also love a good run.” Momo smiled. “Clears your head.”
Mina nodded. “That it does.” There was a beat of silence. “If you ever, um, want to run together, I’d be happy to meet you. You know, for motivation.” She said the last part quickly. Momo tried to shake the thought that Mina looking like that would be wonderful motivation.
“That sounds great!”
“Great! Good. Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
Momo smiled at her. She smiled back.
Jihyo cleared her throat.
“Ah – right, well, I’ll leave you two to it. It looks like you were busy.”
Momo realized her eyes must be red from crying and winced. Mina offered a gentle smile.
“Well, it… It was really nice to see you again.” Momo said.
“Likewise. And nice to meet you, Jihyo.”
Momo watched her jog off. When she turned back around, Jihyo was smiling.
“What?”
“It was really nice to see you again.” Jihyo said, her voice high-pitched and a little nasally.
“I don’t sound like that.”
“I bet it was really nice to see her again. Wow. You really had to think about if she was a milf when I asked the other day?”
“No, I just didn’t want you doing this.”
“Oh, so you knew straightaway that she was a milf?”
“Jihyo.”
“Because if you didn’t, something’s wrong with you.”
“I’m telling your wife.”
“Jeongyeon would agree with me.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be sad today, not throwing me at other women who aren’t my wife?” Momo snapped. Jihyo didn’t answer right away, and Momo felt a surge of anxiety. She turned to face her and opened her mouth to apologize, but Jihyo stopped her.
“Momo, you aren’t supposed to be sad any day.” Her voice was gentle, her hands now on Momo’s waist. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s been ten years and I still cry my eyes out if I find an old picture. But my sister loved you with all of her heart and soul; she knew you had the kindest, most loving heart she’d ever had the privilege of meeting. It’d break her heart if she knew you were keeping yourself from happiness for her sake.”
“I didn’t say Mina would bring me happiness.”
“But she might.” Jihyo offered a small smile.
“We don’t even know if Mina likes me. She could just be being friendly. I’ve met the woman like, twice.”
“Might be worth finding out.”
Momo took a deep breath.
“Your happiness meant everything to her.” Jihyo whispered. “You’re an amazing mother, an amazing friend, and you were amazing to my sister. Let yourself have something.”
She sniffled. Jihyo stood on her toes, kissed her forehead, and wrapped her in a hug.
“Let me know when you want to go for that run with her. I’ll take Chaeyoung.”
“Thank you.” Momo whispered. She took another breath to calm herself “I love you, Ji. I’m sorry-”
“Love you too, Momo. No apologies.”
#Mimo au#uhhh whats my tag for this?#we are just getting RIGHT into it#mimo#Mina#Momo#Jihyo#twice fic#twice au#its a lil... sad#oo a misleading 'keep reading' cutoff
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Feral Children Prompts: Part 2
Guys, I’ve hit a horrible dry spell. I know I need to do a masterlist soon but with the way things are at work I haven’t had alot of time to do it. Taking requests for the usual, Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times at the El Royale, Salem’s Lot and Press Play.
1. Taking care of the kids when they’re sick
2. Mothers’ Day
3. Fathers’ Day
4. “No! Let go! That is not for tying up your little brother(s)”
5. The kids bringing home stray animals
6. Ticks
7. “We were playing ‘The Stupid Game’”
8. Stopping a bully from picking on their younger siblings
9. The kids having a lightsaber duel with sticks in the backyard
10. “This might be some kind of foot fungus but I’m not sure”
11. 7 Dirty Words they heard from Mom and Dad
12. “Mommy I got these wildflowers for you”
13. The boys wanting to be like Daddy
14. The kids playing in the grass, pretending to be animals
15. Mom or Dad coming home to a total disaster zone
16. “Do not toss your brother into that snowbank!!”
17. The kids stealing your cookie trays and making mud pies
18. The boys becoming total perverts even though they’re still really little
19. Belching contest on the porch
20. “I don’t think any amount of SHOUT that we use will ever get these stains out”
21. The parents sicking the kids on the neighborhood church hag
22. Bringing home the bullfrogs
23. Fishing with the kids
24. “Hee hee, I’m a shark!”
25. The kids drinking from the gallon of milk just like daddy/grandpa
26. “Why is your baby brother/sister covered in peanut butter?!”
27. The kids running around with a deer antler that was left in the yard
28. Turning a duck blind into a treehouse
29. “Can we keep this snake as a pet?”
30. The tire swing at the swimming hole
31. The kids grabbing onto Daddy’s legs when he walks in the door
32. “I knew they were trouble the minute they mooned us on that sonogram”
33. “They stripped naked and ran through the mud, I think they’re clothes are still caught on the fence”
34. The kids telling some wild and crazy story about a neighborhood kid being an alien
35. The kids turning an old vehicle on the property into their fort
36. The baby stealing one of Daddy’s oversized t-shirts
37. The kids wanting to help dad and grandpa fix the truck
38. “They all stink, I think they rolled in something gross”
39. “I said no peeing off the deck!!!!!!”
40. The baby wearing Daddy’s cowboy boots
41. The kids playing with the most ornery bull in the heard
42. “We made a bunny den!!”
43. Getting the dog to pull them on the sled after a snowstorm
44. Using their skateboards as a bunch of bobsleds
45. “Look Mommy!! No hands!!”
46. The kids hiding under the porch
47. The baby running naked through the backyard sprinkler
48. The kids pretending to be monsters under the bed
49. The kids chucking crab apples at each other and or the street sign
50. Rock wars
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Cox: I bought a giant octopus
Metro UK ~ Thursday 21 Feb 2008 9:38 am
Actor Charlie Cox, 25, is doing quite well for himself. He played the lead role, Tristan, in recent fairytale flick Stardust and finds himself treading the West End boards in a Harold Pinter double bill of The Lover and The Collection, not bad considering it’s only his second stage performance. Stardust is out now on DVD.
What is the secret of your success?
I’ve been lucky but I take my job seriously. I work hard and do a lot of text work. You hear some actors say you either can or can’t act but I sit down with the text and write a lot of notes. I don’t just rock up to the audition and blag it. My career has been about being in the right place at the right time. I got an agent because I met someone when I went bowling.
When did you realise you were good enough to act for a living?
I thought I was terrible at drama school. There were a lot of times I wanted the teachers to put me out of my misery and tell me to leave because the other 12 people in my class were so much better than me. I’ve now done work which I’m proud of but I find it hard to watch my own work critically. It’s cringe-making and, of course, you never believe your own performance. I know I’ve got a lot better and learnt a lot. I can see how far I’ve come.
What other careers did you consider?
I wanted to be a football player. I was the top goal-scorer at my school. Maybe I’d have liked to have been a gardener, I like the idea of it. I’ve never grown a plant but you get to work outside and you can travel all over the world. It’s very creative. It seems like a very peaceful job, the opposite of being in a celebrity-type job.
When are you moving to LA?
Never. I really struggle there. I love London, I love the weather. I’ve never got a job from auditioning in Los Angeles. I don’t think my American accent is very good. I don’t like living out of a suitcase and not knowing anyone. It’s like living in the office. Everyone’s an actor in LA and everyone talks about films. It consumes everything. In London I’ve got friends from school and they’re bored of me talking about acting. We talk about football.
Do you like being recognised?
It’s mainly children who recognise me from Stardust and that’s nice. When a little boy or girl comes up to me they think they’re talking to the character in the film. That’s sweet. It’s nice to be able to say hello. When someone approaches me like that I know that I’ll be polite and kind and sign something. I’ve seen some celebrities be rude to fans and it’s not nice.
You’ve got five tattoos. What are they of?
They’re just random thoughts. I’ve only got them because my best friend, Scott Campbell, is a well-known tattoo artist. My last one was a funny-shaped pattern on my arm. It’s quite intricate. Scott did one for my mum. It was her 61st birthday and she had her first tattoo; it was of a sweet pea flower.
You’re pals with Sienna Miller. Is she misunderstood?
Yes, she’s a lovely person and a terrific actress. Maybe she’s made some bad decisions, it’s not my place to say, but she does get a hard time. She’s a nice girl and does a lot of work for charity.
Has she made you wary of the pitfalls of fame? What won’t you be doing?
I’ll try not to fall out of clubs naked and drunk. I’m not suggesting she does that but I’ll try to behave myself.
Do you have to be posh to go to Sherborne School [in Dorset], as you did?
Yes, relatively posh, or your folks have got to have enough money. I was at a day school in London and asked to go to boarding school. I had friends who went and heard stories about them pillow fighting and all the sport seemed better. I went and never had a bad experience at school.
What was the last thing you bought on eBay?
It was by mistake, I accidentally clicked on it. It’s a big octopus that hangs on the wall and it’s got “head” written on it. Apparently it’s something to do with boats. It looks awful but it’s quite funny.
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The Strings of My Heart [20] - An Old Best Friend
← Chapter 19 | Chapter 21 →
Pairing: Zoro x Jupiter
Genre: fluff, angst, f2l
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: none
Summary: Zoro’s moved to sunny California for college to escape from the life of fame for a little while. But when he loses his violin case in the second week of school, he’s sure his college experience has just gone up in flames. What will he do when, despite all odds, his case is returned to him?
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Something about spending three days in a car alone was surprisingly peaceful to Zoro. He could listen to whatever music he wanted, eat at whatever random place was closest when he got hungry, and most importantly, the only thing he had to worry about was being awake enough to drive. There weren’t crowds of strangers around him in an airport or on a plane, and there was basically no one else driving on these roads.
Zoro arrived in Chicago on his third night on the road. He’d spent the last two nights in hotels, but he’d be staying with a friend tonight. Cyan Parker, the son of his mom’s best friend. The two of them had been close as children with how much their mothers had gotten together, but it had been a long while since they’d spoken to each other.
“Zoro! Welcome!” Cyan grinned after he opened the door to his apartment. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”
“Yeah, what were we, thirteen?”
“You were thirteen. I was twelve.”
Zoro chuckled and reached out to hug his friend. “It’s good to see you.”
“I didn’t realize you were in the States! I would’ve come to see you.”
Zoro shook his head. “That’s all right. I’ve been busy. I wasn’t even here for half the summer.”
“Well, I guess I get to see you now, then.”
Zoro smiled. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been pretty great! Mom and Dad moved out to the suburbs last year, so I’m here by myself now. Forest really wanted to stay with me, but they said no,” he laughed.
“I can’t believe you have your own apartment! Are you going to school in town?” Zoro asked as he dragged his suitcase into the apartment.
“Yep! I’m in nursing school at Loyola.”
“That’s cool!”
“How about you?”
“I was studying violin at USC.”
“Oh! Are you not anymore?”
Zoro shook his head. “I’m moving to New York. My girlfriend lives up there, and…well, it’s a long story.”
“Well, we have a few hours,” Cyan laughed. “Wanna get some dinner?”
“You asking that is making me miss In-N-Out already.”
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“…so, you’re moving to New York to help raise your girlfriend’s nine siblings? Geez, man. You’re something else.” Cyan took a massive bite of his burger, his eyes wide.
Zoro shrugged. “They’re like my family. I spent the summer with them after her dad died. And besides, I found a great job there. My teacher recommended me for the job even though I didn’t take all four years of school.”
“Well, you’ve been playing since you were six, right? I’m sure you’re amazing at it now that you’ve spent a year and a half in college!”
He nodded. “I suppose so. It’s just great. Jupiter was the only reason I haven’t moved back to Korea, and because of this job, I’ll be able to live close to her and help her out. It’ll be great for both of us.”
“Well, now that I know you’ll be just a plane ride away, I’ll have to come visit sometime.”
Zoro laughed. “Of course! Come whenever you’d like. I don’t have a lot of friends in the States, and everyone I did know was in California. It’s not really convenient for any of them to come see me.”
Cyan nodded. “I get that. I haven’t had a lot of time to make friends because of how busy I’ve been, honestly. Even when school isn’t in session, I’m working up at the hospital.”
“What did your parents think about you going into med school?”
He grimaced. “They were a little disappointed I wasn’t going into music. It’s a good occupation, though, so they didn’t mind much. I’m still in state. I can’t imagine how your parents felt when you moved out of the country!”
“My parents haven’t said much, but I know they miss me. All my siblings have made a point of letting me know they’re not happy I moved. I’ve seen them four out of the past sixteen months though, so they can’t miss me too much, especially with how busy they all are.”
“Your parents both still work, right?”
“My dad does. My mom does some work, but she was at home with Noah until last year.”
“Well, I, for one, am glad you’re here. I missed you, man.”
Zoro smiled. “I’ve missed you too. Why haven’t we called more often?”
Cyan shrugged. “Fourteen-hour time difference?”
“Probably. We’ll only be an hour apart now. We should call sometime.”
“I can’t promise I’ll have time to do that, but I’ll let you know!”
There was a pause in the conversation as the two of them ate.
“So, any girls?”
“Oh, come on! I just told you I barely had time to make friends.”
“Jupiter was the only friend I made at school!”
Cyan grinned and shook his head. “I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”
“I can’t blame you. My life flipped upside down after I met Jupiter. I’m glad for it, it’s just a lot. I’d imagine dating in nursing school isn’t really a thing. You’re pretty busy, right?”
The younger man nodded in return. “Either way, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship.”
“That’s all right. It’s good to know what you want, anyways.”
Cyan glanced at the clock. “Hey, do we need to head back? What time do you have to be up in the morning?”
“I should probably be up at five,” Zoro admitted with a grumble. “It’s a twelve-hour drive, and there’s the time change. I’d get in at seven or eight even if I left at six. I don’t want Jupiter to have to wait up for me.”
“We’ve got another hour or two, then. We could go watch a movie at my place.”
“I might fall asleep on you. Today was the first reasonable drive I’ve had. Tomorrow is the longest leg.”
“How long were the other two days?”
“Eleven hours and thirteen hours. I stopped for lunch both of those days, though.”
“You should’ve split that into three days!”
Zoro sighed. “I’ve spent enough time on the road. I just want to be home.”
Cyan nodded. “Understandable.”
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Zoro was out around nine that evening, draped over Cyan’s couch. The two of them had been watching a movie they’d both enjoyed as kids, and Cyan had seated himself in a chair just in case Zoro fell asleep. It was a good thing now. Zoro was out cold.
Zoro nearly fell off the couch the next morning as his phone alarm blared. He blindly grabbed for his phone and slapped the ‘snooze’ button. It was five-thirty. Way too early to be awake. Especially since Zoro’s head was still back in Pacific time. It was a measly three-thirty there. Considering he’d been staying up until one until a week ago, it was way too early to be awake. Maybe he should just sleep longer and get into New York extremely late tonight.
He yawned and grabbed his phone off the table, squinting at its brightness. He had a text from Jupiter. Or six?
“Hey babe! Not sure what time it is for you right now, so maybe you’re in bed already, but I wanted to say goodnight! Stella had a dance performance tonight, and we just got home. See you tomorrow? I love you! I can’t wait to see you!”
He smiled. Maybe he could get up and go now. He really wanted to see her. Four months without seeing her at all had been awful. They’d never spent that long apart since they’d met. He sat up and typed out a response to her.
“Sorry I didn’t reply! I was asleep by the time you texted. I’m hoping to be in by six or seven tonight, but I can’t make any promises. I will be there tonight. Love you!”
Then he rolled off the couch and sat on the floor for a few minutes. How on earth was he supposed to drive for twelve hours today? He laid across the floor. He really wanted to see Jupiter, but he was so tired. He could see why people didn’t drive across the country very often.
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Apparently, Zoro had fallen asleep on the floor, because he woke up to find the sun streaming through the windows a few hours later. He groaned as he realized how late he’d be driving now. It had to be at least nine if it was this bright outside.
“Zoro! You’re awake!”
Zoro glanced up at Cyan, and only then did he realize he was in another room. He looked around, coming to the conclusion that he was in Cyan’s bed. There were no other beds in his apartment…right?
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Uh…I tried. You told me to leave you alone, so I moved you to my bed,” he laughed. “Anyways, how would you like a driving buddy today? I’ve decided to head up to my grandparents’ place a few days early.”
Zoro lit up at the thought of not having to drive all by himself.
“You are a lifesaver.”
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The two of them were nearly an hour down the road before Zoro felt awake enough to talk.
“What made you decide to head up early?”
Cyan laughed. “I think you know what did. You looked pretty awful this morning, and I figured you wouldn’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting another day.”
Zoro sighed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Well, you’re saving me money.”
“That’s true. Thank you for driving.”
“No problem. I don’t think you’re in driving condition, anyways. If I weren’t driving, I would’ve made you stay at my apartment for at least another day.”
“Is this your nurse brain talking?”
“If my nurse brain was talking, I would’ve had you in the ER on an IV drip.”
“I don’t look that bad, do I?”
“You look like you haven’t slept in three days. We should’ve shared my bed. There’s no way that couch is comfortable.”
Zoro sighed and shook his head. “It’s fine.”
Cyan reached over and flicked his temple. “It’s not fine. You are feeling ok though, right? No headache or anything?”
“Eh. Just a bit dizzy.”
“Glad I didn’t let you drive. I don’t think the time changes are treating you well. That and your ridiculous driving hours. You should’ve had someone drive up with you, or at the very least, given yourself a week to drive this instead of four days.”
“Do you nag your patients like this?”
“Sometimes. Most of them aren’t my childhood best friend who hasn’t gotten proper sleep in days, though!”
Zoro sighed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad you came to see me and I was able to join you. I’d rather this than finding out later that you crashed your car.”
Zoro nodded. It was a bit odd to feel so close to someone he hadn’t seen in years, but despite the initial awkwardness, it almost felt like they had picked up right where they’d left off six summers ago. Cyan was nearly the same, although he was definitely a bit more straightforward than he had been before. That came with age, Zoro supposed.
Cyan, despite being the younger of the two of them, had always been the leader. Zoro’s mother had said that Cyan got that from his mom. Aunt Indigo was loud and always taking charge, and her son had rightfully followed in her footsteps. Cyan had been a friend Zoro hadn’t ever seen often, but he was always willing to click with Zoro no matter how much the years had changed them. Life moved on, but Cyan didn’t. He was almost like an older brother of sorts to Zoro in how he treated him.
“You should get some rest. You’re going to have to drive a couple hours without me this evening, so you need to be awake enough to do that.”
“Yes, nurse,” Zoro replied with a chuckle.
“Do you have any blankets in the back?”
“I do. Let me dig a couple out.”
Zoro was wrapped up in a blanket with his forehead pressed against the passenger-side window a few minutes later, ever so grateful for such a good friend.
“Zoro, I said sleep, not stare out the window.”
He smiled as his eyes fluttered shut. “I’m sleeping.”
“You’re not,” Cyan laughed.
“I can’t sleep if you keep talking.”
“Ok, fine, I’ll be quiet. Go to sleep. I want you well rested when we get to Allentown.”
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Chapter 21 →
This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here
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A/N: my second filler chapter! But who cares, this was an awesome filler chapter. Cyan might be my new favorite side character 🫢
It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!
Taglist: @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger @jinnie-forthe-winnie
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This is so many questions but I’m bored so why not
1. Are you solitary or in a coven?
-solitary
2. Do you consider yourself Wiccan, Pagan, witch, or other?
-Eclectic Pagan and a witch
3. What is your zodiac sign?
-Virgo
4. Do you have a Patron God/dess?
-Unsure, trying to figure that out still
5. Do you work with a Pantheon?
-no
6. Do you use tarot, palmistry, or any other kind of divination?
-tarot and rune stones
7. What are some of your favorite herbs to use in your practice? (if any)
-rue, white peony root, calendula
8. How would you define your craft?
-electric paganism heavily influenced by demonaltry, the goatia, Wicca, and Celtic paganism
9. Do you curse? If not, do you accept others who do?
-occasionally
10. How long have you been practicing?
-2 or 3 years I think
11. Do you currently or have you ever had any familiars?
-no, you cannot choose your familiars and I’ve never had one come to me
12. Do you believe in Karma or Reincarnation?
-Karma yes, Reincarnation maybe
13. Do you have a magical name?
-no
14. Are you “out of the broom closet”?
-Yes
15. What was the last spell you performed?
-I plead the fifth
16. Would you consider yourself knowledgeable?
-a bit yea
17. Do you write your own spells?
-most of the time
18. Do you have a book of shadows? If so, how is it written and/or set up?
-Yes, handwritten pages in a binder
19. Do you worship nature?
-indirectly yes
20. What is your favorite gemstone?
-labradorite and rainbow moonstone
21. Do you use feathers, claws, fur, pelt, skeletons/bones, or any other animal body part for magical work?
-yes
22. Do you have an altar?
-yes
23. What is your preferred element?
-don’t really have one
24. Do you consider yourself an Alchemist?
-no
25. Are you any other type of magical practitioner besides a witch?
-I don’t think so
26. What got you interested in witchcraft?
-been interested in it since I was a toddler listening to fairy tails and making grass potions in pots
27. Have you ever performed a spell or ritual with the company of anyone who was not a witch?
-I’ve done divination around non witches
28. Have you ever used Ouija?
-No
29. Do you consider yourself a psychic?
-eh, it’s complicated
30. Do you have a spirit guide? If so, what is it?
-maybe, trying to figure it out still
31. What is something you wish someone had told you when you first started?
-Research lots of different paths
32. Do you celebrate the Sabbats? If so which one is your favorite?
-no
33. Would you ever teach witchcraft to your children?
-yea if I had kids and they wanted to learn but I don’t want kids
34. Do you meditate?
-not really
35. What is your favorite season?
-fall
36. What is your favorite type of magick to preform?
-Spell bottles and candle magick
37. How do you incorporate your spirituality into your daily life?
-Foraging, drawing sigils, I have sigils and runes tattooed
38. What is your favorite witchy movie?
-Don’t really have one
39. What is your favorite witchy book, both fiction and non-fiction. Why?
-the Sweep series don’t judge me
40. What is the first spell you ever preformed? Successful or not.
-honestly don’t remember, I think a spell to draw friends
41. What’s the craziest witchcraft-related thing that’s happened to you?
-I did a curse directed at a violently abusive family member of my partner at the time and that family member got stabbed (and survived) a few days later
42. What is your favorite type of candle to use?
-soy
43. What is your favorite witchy tool?
-candles
44. Do you or have you ever made your own witchy tools?
-I make candles and oils sometimes, have sterilized animal remains I find for witchcraft use and foraged wild herbs
45. Have you ever worked with any magical creatures such as the fae or spirits?
-no
46. Do you practice color magic?
-a bit
47. Do you or have you ever had a witchy teacher or mentor of any kind?
-No
48. What is your preferred way of shopping for witchcraft supplies?
-In person or on Etsy
49. Do you believe in predestination or fate?
-maybe, I’m not 100% decided
50. What do you do to reconnect when you are feeling out of touch with your practice?
-Sit at my altar with candles and incense
51. Have you ever had any supernatural experiences?
-yes, quite a few
52. What is your biggest witchy pet peeve?
-people talking about deities as if they’re personal close friends of theirs. Like “Artemis told me that I should wear this yellow top today because she said it looks good on me”
53. Do you like incense? If so what’s your favorite scent?
-yes, lotus incense or dragons blood
54. Do you keep a dream journal of any kind?
-no
55. What has been your biggest witchcraft disaster?
-getting intense warning signs from Lilith that my partner at the time was not safe and misunderstanding the signals
56. What has been your biggest witchcraft success?
-my spells working most of the time and my divination being accurate
57. What in your practice do you do that you may feel silly or embarrassed about?
-all of it
58. Do you believe that you can be an atheist, Christian, Muslim or some other faith and still be a witch too?
-yes
59. Do you ever feel insecure, unsure or even scared of spell work?
-no
60. Do you ever hold yourself to a standard in your witchcraft that you feel you may never obtain?
-no
61. What is something witch related that you want right now?
-devotional items for my altar for Brighid and Pan
62. What is your rune of choice?
- Uruz
63. What is your tarot card of choice?
-the lovers
64. Do you use essential oils? If so what is your favorite?
-Sometimes, lavender
65. Have you ever taken any kind of witchcraft or pagan courses?
-no
66. Do you wear pagan jewelry in public?
-Yes often
67. Have you ever been discriminated against because of your faith or being a witch?
-no
68. Do you read or subscribe to any pagan magazines?
-no
69. Do you think it’s important to know the history of paganism and witchcraft?
-yes
70. What are your favorite things about being a witch?
-that I can do concrete things that bring me comfort
71. What are your least favorite things about being a witch?
-judgement about what I do from non-pagans
72. Do you listen to any pagan music? If so who is your favorite singer/band?
-no
73. Do you celebrate the sabbats? If so, how?
-no
74. Do you ever work skyclad?
-no
75. Do you think witchcraft has improved your life? If so, how?
-yes, it brings me comfort
76. Where do you draw inspiration from for your practice?
-books and online
77. Do you believe in ‘fantasy’ creatures? (Unicorns, fairies, elves, gnomes, ghosts, etc)
-Probably not
78. What’s your favorite sigil/symbol?
-I don’t have one specific favorite
79. Do you use blood magick in your practice? Why or why not?
-No, just haven’t felt like it
80. Could you ever be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t support your practice?
-no
81. In what area or subject would you most like your craft to grow?
-knowledge of folklore
82. What’s your favorite candle scent? Do you use it in your practice?
-don’t have a favorite
83. Do you have a pre-ritual ritual? (I.e. Something you do before rituals to prepare yourself for them). If so what is it?
-smoke weed lol
84. What real life witch most inspires your practice?
-none
85. What is your favorite method of communicating with deity?
-tarot
86. How do you like to organize all your witchy items and ingredients?
-on a shelf in organizers
87. Do you have any witches in your family that you know of?
-no
88. How have you created your path? What is unique about it?
-Just figured it out as I went along
89. Do you feel you have any natural gifts or affinities (premonitions, hearing spirits, etc.) that led you toward the craft? If so what are they?
-I have unnaturally good luck and seem to be able to sense when something extremely dangerous is about to happen
90. Do you believe you can initiate yourself or do you have to be initiated by another witch or coven?
-you can initiate yourself in most cases
91. When you first started out in your path what was the first thing or things you bought?
-an athame that I now use as a candle snuffer
92. What is the most spiritual or magickal place you’ve been?
-Shinto shrines in Japan
93. What’s one piece of advice you’d give someone who is searching for their matron and patron deities?
-Research it and then research more
94. What techniques do you use to 'get in the zone’ for meditation?
-Marijuana
95. Did visualization come easily to you or did you have to practice at it?
-easy
96. Do you prefer day or night? Why?
-neither
97. What do you think is the best time and place to do spell work?
-Late at night at an altar
98. How did you feel when you cast your first circle? Did you stumble or did it go smoothly?
-Awkard
99. Do you believe witchcraft gets easier with time and practice?
-yes definitely
100. Do you believe in many gods or one God with many faces?
-many gods with different faces
101. Do you eat meat, eggs and dairy?
-no
102. What is your favorite color and why?
-black and cotton candy pink just cuz
103. What is the one question you get asked most by non-practitioners or non-pagans? How do you usually respond?
-“is this a Satan thing” “not really”
104. Which of your five senses would you say is your strongest?
-hearing
105. What is a pagan or witchcraft rule that you preach but don’t practice?
-rule of 3 whoops
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Now you are all wondering, why Sunghoon sudden outburst on Jay for no reason. Well it all started with a distressed Jungwon. He is devastated Niki has blocked him (probably Heesung putting some ideas into him).
Jay was busy thinking, how to reveal Heesung true colours. Until he remembers how much Heesung likes to annoy him, he decided to bet on Sunghoon to do the spying. In hopes Heesung doesn’t change Niki into a monster.
However what Jay didn’t realised that Sunoo, was already suspicious what is going on.
Let’s see how Jay manages to convince Sunghoon to help?
Jay and Jungwon Chat
Today 21:00
Jay💸: I figure out a plan!
Jungwon🐈⬛: Jay hyung, why are you texting! I’m next door to you!
Jay💸: You have forgotten I have kids, who hears everything
Jay💸: Plus you with Sunoo, he will blabbed something
Jungwon🐈⬛: This is so hard, Niki already blocked my number. It hurts my heart
Jay💸: Well this is our last hope, can’t believe I am saying this…
Jay💸: We will rely on Sunghoon, to fish out some secret by pretending to have row at me. That the only way he can take the bait
Jungwon🐈⬛: Hyung, no offence but your kids! Won’t agree to do anything unless they get something in return
Jay💸: You don’t worry about that! I got it sorted!
Jungwon🐈⬛: This feels wrong and yet good at the same time. That how it feels like to be Heesung hyung sometimes
Jay💸: Hey! At least, I used my children for a good cause. Cause if one my kids rebel, he will be jumping out of joy…
Jungwon🐈⬛: Wow! You are so smart hyung!
Jay💸: I told you! I am not clueless, I just pretended to be cluesless. So Heesung let’s his guard down
Jungwon🐈⬛: I’m sorry hyung for calling you dumb. When I was talking to my work colleagues about you
Jay💸: I told you, never trust someone who accidentally let’s somone dog out an claimed it was an accident
Jay💸: And I highly doubt, that Jake is actually an angel!! Me and Sunoo saw it that day!!
Jungwon🐈⬛: Hyung, stop with that Jake thing. Talk with Sunghoon
After the conversation with Jungwon. Jay went to Sunghoon room, to ask for help. As he really hates Jungwon so heartbroken and as well before Heesung really unleashed the monster.
Jay knocked on Sunghoon door, there was a huge groan mumbling disturbing his zen time.
Sunghoon: What..? Can’t you see I am busy? Unless you buy me stuff….
Jay: Hey! Is that the way to talk to your father like that?
Sunghoon: What is it? Hurry up! You are taking too long
Jay: Can you let me in? This is must be kept quiet even from your brother
Sunghoon eyes widened and without hesitation let Jay into his room. He loves knowing a secrets, which Sunoo doesn’t know
Jay took a seat on Sunghoon bed. He explained the whole situation to him.
Sunghoon: That makes so much sense now! I was wondering why he tried to act all creepy!
Jay: Can you please, be the spy and found what really is happening? We have to stop him unleashing the monster
Sunghoon: This seems a lot of work! I don’t wanna do it! Can’t you get your spy friends to do it..?
Jay pinches his nose: You have to do it, as you are my child and he likes to do stuff to me!!
Jay: I will get you that new car, which you have been not so subtly asking for it
Jay: A nice please would do it, instead of demanding…
Sunghoon: Okay, I do it! You better get that car with that black leather seat
Sunghoon: Please…
Jay: I text you the plan and don’t screw it up! You finally have chance to prove your-
Before Jay finished his sentences, Sunghoon grabbed him and kicked out of his room. Saying he gets it
Jay and Jungwon Chat
Jay💸: Got Sunghoon to agree! He is so moody
Jungwon🐈⬛: Get Sunghoon to agree what?
Jay💸: Jungwon?
Jungwon🐈⬛: I’m not Jungwon, it’s me Sunoo! Uncle Jungwon is making me cookies, he left his phone here
Jungwon🐈⬛: Is SUNGHOON GETTING SOMETHING IM NOT! Whatever he is getting, I WANT IT DOUBLE THE AMOUNT
Jay💸: Your brother is not getting anything
Jungwon🐈⬛: LIES! I will ask him myself and find out! Whatever the reason is, I WANT IN!!
Jay💸: Sunghoon please don’t blabber
Now back to present chat…
Sunghoon and Jay Private Chat
Sunghoon❄️: Appa? Can I come home now? This bed is uncomfortable and the food is so blegh
Jay💸: You can return home! Until you found the secret. As well thank you for not spilling it to Sunoo
Sunghoon❄️: No way, I ain’t gonna disappoint you Appa!
Sunghoon❄️: I have to go now, I heard Jake calling me to come down now
Jay💸: Be safe son
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#kpop#kpop au#au#text au#kpop reaction#kpop imagines#kpop reactions#kpop crack#kpopidol#enhypen imagines#enhypen jay#jake enhypen#jungwon#enhypen sunoo#sunoo#sunghoon#choi heesung#niki enhypen#engene
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Egotober 2023 Day 9: Too Normal
Summary: Silver thinks the possible future-Mayor is a bit too normal.
Prompt: Antlers
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31
Mark was trying to get a read on the new candidates. Malloy had been floating around on the board for a while, another in a long line of councilmen taking Dark’s bribes and acting as his puppets. Normally the city councilmen just drew lots if Dark didn’t pull up and decide who he wanted to pay and threaten more.
So Silver floated around the city hall building trying to think of what to do or how to pry more about someone who just got into the job a couple days ago. He probably wasn’t taking bribes yet. Dark probably didn’t even know he was on the Council and if Silver kicked up a fuss that might get Dark’s attention.
After a bit of thinking he watched Damien walk into the building around lunch time with a coffee. Normal looking black car, normal looking nice suit. Normal looking coffee cup.
Maybe his problem was that this guy seemed too normal. If he figured out he got his rocks off to something really, actually weird. Or there was some picture of him doing a kegstand in college. Something that made him seem less normal, and if Silver knew about it he’d be less creeped out.
This city had demons and magic and corrupt politicians. Maybe Silver just needed a vacation and a nap.
It took Silver and bit to go in, and security didn’t stop Silver from going into some random office with the name plate: “DOOMSTRUM” on it. Which maybe that was the problem, he had a villain name.
Doomstrum, despite having one of the most foreboding names, seemed to be new to the Council. He was really new, as in he was a new replacement to the dead mayor on the council.
His smile was disarming and he seemed to be on the level.
Neither of which Mark trusted for a second. He had been doing superhero work for a good while but the city was only starting to shake the iron grip Dark had on it. And even then it only did a little bit of good.
Silver lightly knocked on the door and Damien called for him to come in.
The councilman seemed to be reading through some papers, glancing up at him.
“Silver, to what do I owe this visit?” Damien said.
“Come off it, what are you hiding?” Silver looked around the office. A small bookshelf, some degrees on the wall. A nameplate on his desk, along with a snow globe of a house in the middle of snow. The snowglobe sat in a curved antler horn. Silver didn’t know what type of horn it was. Deer maybe?
“You still don’t trust me, I can understand that,” Damien said. “This office had a black mark on it. Something I’m hoping to change.
“I don’t know, you’re too normal,” Silver said.
“The only personal thing you’ve got in here is this thing,” Silver gestured to the snow globe. “You don’t have any pictures in here.”
“I don’t want to get threatened quite so easily,” Damien said. “Give that grey brute the faces of all of my children?”
“Right,” Silver accepted. That much he understood. “So the snow globe have a story or is it one of those tacky rich people gifts?”
“A little bit of both, it was a gift from my sister,” Damien said. “A birthday present.”
“Are those real horns?” Silver asked.
“Yes, she had them done after a hunting trip,” Damien’s fingers moved along the prong of the antler. “Our father was always incessantly proud that she inherited his skill and proclivity for hunting. And that I didn’t.”
“Yikes, sounds like father of the year material,” Silver said.
Damien was quiet for a little bit. He plucked the snow globe orb out of the antler and shook it to start the faux snow falling. “Yes, I suppose one could say that.”
Feeling a little bit bad, Silver let Damien enjoy the rest of his lunch. To enjoy looking at the snow globe cradled in the antler. The instant Silver walked out the door and began leaving, Damien gave the hero a little smile.
It had been so long since any part of Dark had truly been human, but it was so nice to know that he still could act the part.
#Egotober 2023#Superhero AU#Masks and Maladies#Silver Shepherd#Darkiplier#Damien the mayor#Damien wkm#suspicion#secret identities
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