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Source (Season 2 - November 19th 2023)
megsetdec: So where do pirates go shopping on their day off when they need party supplies?? Well that’s what we had to figure out on this little backlot. Production designer Ra Vincent and art director Adam Wheatley cleverly designed some new Nassau style structures off the back of our existing pirates republic set and utilised a shallow pond structure that sells the look of a small port. We assembled all the small boats we had and designed canopy structures which our fabulous textile team did a custom fit awning for each. Then we got to work populating the stalls that were built around the circumference with the kind of things any good pirate might want to stock up on. So fancy fabrics, tropical blooms, sparkly crackers, good nosh, terrible rum and of course lanterns!! The day came to shoot this scene we’d all been looking forward to so much and my god the clouds rolled in and dropped the most sensational tropical downpour on all of us. But as they say “the show must go on” so we rolled back the tarps, unfurled the handstitched rainbow flag, donned our coats and got on with it. In the end I think the rain made everything look troppo & shimmery so it didn’t detract at all. Once the fabulous cast in their spunky @gypsytaylor costumes came into set doing such a good job of having a brilliant time (they’re always laughing!) the whole thing came together and it all felt spot on. Here’s to Calypso!! 🍹🏳️‍🌈🦜🏴‍☠️
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Also this isn't so much a complaint as I think it's a missed opportunity but like Bram Stoker sit the Fuck down and explain to me how Jonathan Harker and Arthur Holmwood are successfully impersonating two Romanian customs officers. Missed comedy routine of the fucking century. I want to know how two Englishmen who have never been through a Romanian customs inspection are fooling boat after boat of Romanians. We know Jonathan speaks German, who knows what Arthur's second language is, probably not Romanian though!! Imagine you're some Romanian captain and these two Guys (tm) with one Romanian flag and no sort of badge or uniform or anything come on board and one of them who looks like death tries to tell you that they want to see your stuff in a heavily accented German, which you barely understand because German is not your first language because this is fucking Romania not Germany! Bram Stoker "not once any objection to whatever we chose to ask or do" my ASS I bet these two made fools of themselves.
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shhtickerbook · 29 days
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Hi, I really like the Wonka movie and love the idea of Willy being a regressor. Could you do a scenario where he's at his shop but suddenly gets trigger and regresses?
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thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took a while.
Trigger warning for panic attacks, mild injury description and detailed descriptions of a trauma trigger
This fic takes place where all of the The Scrub crew are all aware of Willys regression, post movie. Also in my own AU, Their found family decide to remain close to eachother and stay in town to help with the new shop / factory.
At last the rebuilt shop had been restored, it had taken time , much longer than it had previously. For a while Wonka could hardly bare to look at it, seeing everything he worked so hard for so destroyed. But with the help of his friends and new family, they managed to restore it to her former glory. It was even improved beyond its previous, with the chocolate cherry blossom bearing a prismatic array of leaves and petals. It was somehow even more perfect than before.
Everything was going perfect that day, sales were inclining everyday. Abacus becoming chief financial advisor of the store, with the Money he had earned he was able to move both his Wife and Granddaughter to come live with him here. They were all thriving brilliantly with this new future to come.
Noodle was attending a grammar school now, but every day she would come racing to the store to help out. She was busy stocking the shelves of chocolate boxes, when she saw Willy strolling down the lane, cane swinging. Sometimes he just had to take it all in around him again, grinning at this dream he’d made come true.
“We’ve only got a few of the deluxe boxes on display Willy, they were pretty popular and they probably won’t last too long.”
Willy hopped over to take a look, the truffles in question had been increasingly popular. But it shouldn’t be a problem, he had a machine upstairs that was busy pumping out more. They had been closed for some refurbishment for a little while, but at last reopening to the public, and he couldn’t be more excited. Willy made sure to make some a quick patrol around the shop, checking in with each of his friends who were working in their own stations.
“Willy get a look at this! It’s done”
Piper called over in a sing song voice, she was busy tinkering away at a panel by the moat that surrounded the chocolate tree. Before there was just the small boat that mechanically spun around in a circuit, but this time Piper and Willy had put their heads together to something much more magic. With her mastery in plumbing, she turned a wheel until a pipe burst open into the moat. Wonkas finest melted chocolate streaming out, this time the boat needing no mechanism to cycle around. It was a perfect chocolate river spiralling around the tree, Willy whooping in excitement.
“It’s perfect!”
With clasped hands and a grin, before Piper put her arm around the chocolatier with a firm pat on the back. It was great timing too, the clock rang for 9:00am. Abacus checking his own pocket watch to be sure before calling out.
“Alright, any minute now we’re going to be open to the public again. And if my findings are correct I think it will be even busier than last time! Oh and noodle, Uniform?.”
He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, noticeably lacking the blush pink outfit. Noodle just chuckling before holding up her bag, a flash of pink fabric poking out like a flag. It had been Willy who designed such garments, everyone at first was a little unsure with how… flamboyant they were. But they quickly warmed up to them, even Abacus.
Willy just couldn’t wait for the customers to arrive, sitting himself by the glass to peer through into the gallery gourmet. In the distance seeing a cloud or people making their way up. With a smile he stood up, adjusting his new scarf over his coat, before opening the front doors.
“Welcome one and all again to the renewed Wonkas chocolate!”
-
The new grand opening was going splendidly, the chocolate river canal proving to be quite the money maker too. Only a sovereign a ride, and it created quite a line for it that wound around the shop. Which meant those waiting in line had a perfect view of everything they had on sale.
Willy had the opportunity to unveil one of his newest creations too, the everlasting gobstopper. A hard candy In which never gets smaller, no matter how much and how long you sucked on it. (Lofty had been testing one for nearly a month now)
The prismatic coloured candy was stacked into a pyramid in its new display, Noodle working the station. They were making the most money they had ever had, but that didn’t matter much to Willy. What mattered to him was being able to share his joy and magic with those willing to indulge. And this time he didn’t have the chocolate cartel to worry about, his shop was bound to become the star of the Gallery Gourmet.
“Oi Mr Wonka!”
Willy was alerted by a boy tugging on his tail coat, turning to see a familiar face. It was the young shoe shine lad he had been stopped by multiple times on his first day here.
“Where are them swirly chocolate things? Me Mam loves them.”
Willy chuckled, surprised that the boy wasn’t trying to proposition him with a shoe shine or a brush of his coat. He already had chocolate smeared across his mouth, clearly been at the free samples.
“The chocolate truffles I think you’re referring to, are just over by the display over there young man. But try and save some for your Mother though”
Willy pointed his cane in the direction of the now dwindling boxes of truffles. The boy giving him a doff of his cap before turning on heel, Willy returning it with his own top hat. He decided to go check in with Abacus, he was just finishing up with a customer. The cashier ringing joyfully as he dropped coins inside, Abacus just couldn’t believe how much they were making.
“I’d say we’ve already made double of what he did last time Willy, especially with the new gobstoppers.”
Willy grinned, everything just felt so perfect. With the extra money, he planned to raise his friend’s wages. And although she wasn’t aware, Willy had begun to collect a fund. One for Noodle, he had already promised her a lifetime of chocolate. But with the girls smarts and potential, he wanted her to have most in life. The money was for her future, if she wanted to pursue any kind of career. She had done so much for her, he wanted to do the very same for her own future.
Before he could respond, a scream cut through their conversation. The sudden noise startling Willy, almost feeling his stomach drop into his shoes. Over on the other side of the store, a crowd had grown around a young boy. A boy who was red in the face, spluttering and choking. The exact boy that Willy had spoken to just moments ago.
Abacus immediately dropped what he was doing, racing over and pushing through the crowd. Willy knew he should follow, make sure the boy was alright. It was his store, the owner.
But he didn’t, he stood there completely catatonic.
No, no. Not again, it can't happen again.
In preparation for the new opening, Willy had obsessively checked and taste tested each product. So much so that he’d gone to bed with an exceptionally sore stomach. Everything was safe, he was sure everything was safe. Abacus, Lottie and Noodle were all kneeling by the young man, Before Abacus called out.
“Call for an ambulance-“
The shop itself was spinning, and it wasn’t just the chocolate canal ride. Willy was sure that the ground itself was falling away beneath him. An ambulance? Before it had just been multicoloured hair growth or green skin pigmentation, nothing life threatening. Nothing ever in need of any medical attention.
What had he done? It’s not as if the chocolate cartel could be involved like last time. It was his fault, it had to be his fault. He felt sick, face turned white as a sheet. He lost track of how long he’d been staring, but Noodle had noticed him through the crowd and immediately ran to her elder brother figure once the boy was being taken away.
“Willy? Willy!”
She tried to get his attention, but the chocolatiers eyes were fixed ahead. His lips were trembling with his head shaking, it was scaring her. She tried her best to reassure him, knowing what he’d be thinking.
“It’s okay, Willy you didn’t-“
He broke eye contact with the scene, looking down at her with his head shaking even more violently. His eyes flooded with tears as he began to step backwards, almost like a frightened animal.
“No, nono. Not again it can’t happen- won’t happen again”
He started mumbling out almost psychotically, flinching away from noodle when she tried to touch him. Both arms up with his hands and fingers flicking in panic. It was all his fault, that young boy might even die because he had done something wrong. He had no one to blame this time, what would mamma think?
He couldn’t hear anything around him anymore, it was just static. Everything was spinning and blurring, stumbling and tripping over things as he continued to backtrack. He needed to get away, he was a coward. A coward in which had probably killed or seriously injured a child with his stupid dreams.
Noodle tried again desperately to get his attention, waving a hand in his face. It was terrifying, he didn’t look like himself. He just continued to mutter and whimper to himself, his head shaking so hard that it may pop off his shoulders. She tried to hold onto his hand again but he recoiled away in disgust like she was diseased. No matter what she was saying, it wasn’t getting through.
“Willy! You’re scaring me, let me explain-“
But he wasn’t listening, holding his hands close up to his chest protectively. His cane clattering loudly to the ground, now without his mobility aid as he kept stepping back.
He needed to get away, now. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards, feeling for the door into the backroom of the store. But he felt into midair instead, losing his balance and crashing into one of the shelves instead.
He yelped out in surprise, the back of his head hitting wood as a one of the glass jars wobbled from its shelving before crashing down over him. The further stimulation only worsening Willys condition. Noodle screamed and attempted to grab onto him before he fell, but couldn’t in time. Shards of glass and candy fell about him like snowflakes, But Wonka hardly noticed, far too panicked and overstimulated to care about any pain.
The commotion attracted even more attention in the shop, customers looking over to see the owner sitting in a pile of glass shards. As quickly as it happened, Willy somehow managed to get back to his feet, splintering his hands and arms with the glass in panic. In a rush he managed to pull open the back door and escape from everything. Behind him he could hear people calling his name, but unable to differentiate whether it was his friends or angry rioting customers. Noodle just stood there, not sure if she should follow. Deciding instead to enlist some support before attempting to talk with him like this.
Willy’s legs felt like jelly, so he didn’t make it very far. Falling into a heap on the floor, before gasping desperately for air. He couldn’t breathe properly, tears pouring down his face before he burst into sobs. Every single terrible outcome and scenario was racing around Wonkas brain. Did he not check the ingredients correctly? What if the boy wasn’t the only one in distress? They would for sure close down the store, maybe even arrest him. It was all his fault, it was happening all over again and there was nothing he could do about it.
-
Once the child was loaded into the ambulance, the employees of Wonkas Chocolate thought it best to close up shop for today. Abacus had spoken with the ambulance attendant, who had assured him that the boy was going to be alright. It was a huge relief to everybody, and although fellow customers seemed a little unsettled by the event, it was no where near like the angry mob from before. The only irritation coming from the announcement of their early closure. Both Abacus and Piper were guiding shoppers out the front door when Noodle approached both of them, looking extremely distressed.
“It’s Willy, he’s- he’s not okay”
-
Wonka was still so deep into a panic attack, so that when the door opened and his friends entered, he hardly noticed.
Noodle gasped at the sight of him, his cut up hands from the glass had begun to bleed horribly over his hands and arms, ruining his velvet jacket. The chocolatier was curled up into a ball, hyperventilating between cries.
Noodle couldn’t help but hold onto Pipers hand, she wasn’t good with blood. Benz squeezed her hand back reassuringly, they all too often forgot she was still a child herself. So Abacus approached first, kneeling in front of the panicked boy.
“Willy, it’s alright. It’s not what you think. The boy is going to be okay.”
But It didn’t seem like Abacus’ words were getting through, He had to physically take ahold of Willys hands before he would any pay attention, his bloodshot eyes snapping up. It hurt his heart to see him like this.
“He— is. Okay?”
Willy managed to choke out between gasps, Noodle pulled away from piper to sit on the floor too, a hand comfortingly on his knee as she looked with concern. Willy Wonka was the strongest person she’d ever met, seeing him like this, it was scary.
“Yeah Willy, he just had a peanut allergy-“
Willy blinked hard, shaking his head again.
“Bb-ut I mmade a sign- i forgot to put them up?”
He began to spiral yet again, he did remember creating such labels, as it was Noodles idea. He thought it terrible luck for those who had such afflictions. But he wanted to include everyone to enjoy his creations as much as he could. With plenty of his other treats being free from such ingredients. They were even placed on the other side of the store especially to reduce any cross contamination. Had he forgotten to properly label something?
“Seems the young chap just wasn’t paying too much attention, just grabbing at any free sample he could find. It’s not your fault.”
Abacus gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb, before sucking through his teeth at the state of them. Willy was struggling to process this new information, his body and brain had already accepted the fact that this was all his fault.
“You need to breath Willy, in and out”
Noodle demonstrated, breathing in and blowing gently out onto his hot teary face. Willy looked up, still taking in short shallow breaths. He attempted to follow her guide, but halfway fell back into the hyperventilation.
“It’s okay buddy, try again”
Piper had come to kneel down too, smiling sadly at the sorry sight of him. It was strange seeing such a positive character so distraught. It ended up taking quite few minutes for the breathing exercises to help, with Willy leaning against Abacus as he did his best to follow his friends instructions.
At last the hyperventilation had slowed but Willy was still shaking. Biting down hard on his lower lip, tears continuing to cascade down his cheeks silently. Clicking his tongue sympathetically, Abacus pat his shaking knee. It was clearly going to take a little while for Willy to accept that this wasn’t his fault.
“You’ve had a bit of a fright, haven’t you?”
He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by his overreaction. But even with the reassurance that the boy would be alright, the anxiety was still lingering like little bugs racing up and down his skin. He was also beginning to feel that fuzzy sensation in his head again. It was like the scare had flipped a switch in his head, so he just nodded mournfully.
“Oh you poor lad”
Abacus tutted sympathetically, turning his attention to the injuries too. Gently lifting his arms to peer at them, surface wounds thankfully yet still very painful looking.
At least those could be easily fixed. Then turned to Piper with a knowing look, both of them having the same suspicion of his seemingly regressive headspace.
“We best get him upstairs to the flat, would you mind Benz?”
The woman nodded, before patting Noodle on the shoulder. Who was still staring at Willy with concern and anxiety.
“Hey noodle, how about you go help Larry and Lottie wrap up the store? We’ll take care of Willy”
Noodle wasn’t sure at first, looking back at her friend who was still in quite an upset state. but she was a little grateful for the opportunity. Seeing Willy so traumatised and bloody wasn’t an easy thing for a 13 year old to look at, especially when it was somebody she loved so much. So she quickly lunged forward to hug him tight, bearing in mind to be gentle around his arms. Even in the hug she could feel him shaking still, Willy only managing to weakly return it. When she stood up to leave she hesitated for a moment, watching as Abacus helped him onto his jittering legs.
“We’ll get him all sorted dear, you go help with the store..”
Abacus reassured her, Nodding after one more hesitant glance. She trusted them to look after Willy, they all cared for him so.
“Now then, let’s get you upstairs.”
Piper held the chocolatier up, watching how his legs were knocked kneed like a newborn fawn. Holding an arm over him to help him move on forward.
“Mmsorry”
Willy mumbled. Although he could sense the obvious regression taking its hold, he felt like such a silly burden. But when he they came up to his spiral staircase to his flat, he couldn’t help but moan. His stupid legs felt completely useless, almost like they were made from gummy candy.
“It’s okay buddy, but I don’t think these stairs are gonna be the smartest plan for you right now”
Before he could respond, he yelped as he was lifted up, then being settled on the plumbers hip. Seeing her grin mischievously as she held him steady. Willys face burning in surprise, but the action just made him feel even more fuzzy.
“How can someone who eats mainly chocolate be so little? He’s like a bird?”
Piper hushed over Willy to Abacus, who just chuckled at the comment.
“Little I think is definitely the correct adjective for right now, the poor boy's had such a fright"
There was a part of Willy that wanted to object to the accusation that he was feeling little, but even he knew they were likely right. He needed it terribly. And now that the adrenaline of everything was fading, he could truly feel the pain in his arms. Eyes widening in fear when taking actual sight of them, he didn’t like blood.
So he just squeezed his eyes shut right, pushing his head into pipers shoulder. The woman in question looking over at Abacus at the action, lips pursed at just how adorable this was. If it weren’t for such a bad situation, she would be skipping in joy. Why Willy had decided to implement such a fancy staircase (when he often needed his cane) was beyond them. Sometimes the chocolatier forgot about practicality, always wanting the extravaganza.
-
At last they made it upstairs to a landing, Abacus opening the mahogany door into Wonkas flat. The inside was extremely cosy, its interior inspired from his old canal boat home from when he was a child. A sloped curved ceiling with lots of warm colours and carved wooden decor. It was pretty simple and homey, the kitchenette and lounge taking up the room. A very large window looked down below to the gallery gourmet, with a small workshop set up against it, an ornate machine churning out singular chocolates. Then finally Willy’s bed up a few steps to an upper level of the room itself.
There was were two other doors on either side of the reasonably size room, one normal one leading to a bathroom. The other door abnormally small? Only around a metre in height. But that didn’t matter just now, the pair walking further inside before Piper settled Willy down on the couch.
“There we go, home and safe now.”
She comforted, hating how fragile and anxious he seemed. The presence of his home brought some comfort though, Willy reaching out to stroke the ribbed corduroy fabric of his lounge. Not before Abacus quickly lifted his hands away in alarm.
“Ah-ah! I’m sorry Willy but I will not have you smearing blood into that furniture”
He chastised only gently, the pale pink fabric being very easy to stain, and even harder to wash out.
“Wasn’t gonna..”
Willy mumbled, but his eyes did widen when he peered at his injured hands again. They were starting to really sting now, and he could catch the shiny glint of glass that was still imbedded.
“I should hope not, that chaise lounge just so happens to be one of my favourite pieces of decor in this accommodation”
A sharp pertinent voice cut through, not before Piper let out a yelp in surprise. Standing between them was a very small orange man, who just rolled his eyes at the reaction.
“Oh please Ms Benz, you have squealed many times at my presence. I’m tired of being revered like a mouse around a circus elephant”
The Oompa Loompa was holding an empty teacup in hand, he was only departing from his own room to tidy it away. Not expecting the flat to suddenly be busy with uninvited guests.
“Well if I’m the ‘circus elephant’ in that analogy, I’d be careful I don’t send you through that window with the kick of my boot.”
Piper threatened, stamping her foot in his direction. She wasn’t so keen on Lofty, his uptight attitude drove her up the wall. And she still hadn’t got used to his small presence, maybe it was because when he was a child she used to have nightmares and a very irrational fear of gnomes of all things.
Abacus himself also was a little surprised by the little orange man’s entrance, but was able to behave more tactfully than Piper. He’d only spoken with Lofty very little, the Oompa Loompa preferring much more to stay to himself with his job in the tasting department.
“Now would somebody care to explain what has happened here?”
Lofty came to the front to peer at Willy, grimacing at the sight of his injury. But he was even more curious about the strange manner that Wonka seemed to be in. Willy had tucked his knees to his chest as he anxiously flicked his fingers, he certainly wasn’t his usual overly positive and often irritating self.
“We had a bit of a situation in the shop, poor lad went into anaphylaxis. He’s going to be alright, but Willy here got quite the fright”
Lofty raised his eyebrows, it still didn’t quite explain the bloody arms though. But the possibility of that lounge being stained was his main concern.
“I’ll go fetch my first aid kit before he gets blood on anything else in here that I have the slightest attachment to.”
Lofty said with mild disgust before turning on heel to his room. Willy himself still looked pretty miserable, but more exhausted than anything. Piper just wanted to scoop the boy up into her lap and squeeze him tight, although she wasn’t sure if it would be appreciated right now. The group was then startled for a moment from a noise clearly coming from downstairs, a creaking metal noise.
“BENZ! WE TRIED TO TURN THE CHOCOLATE VALVE OFF BUT ITS NOW STUCK AT MAX PRESSURE”
A whiny yell came out clearly from a distressed Larry chucklesworth who had turned the chocolate river valve in the wrong direction, doubling its pressure as it pumped out melted chocolate.
“For Petes sake! I’m coming you idiot!.”
Piper sighed out in exasperation, pinching her brow. She had specifically told everybody not to touch it, she was still sorting out all the kinks. She did catch a small giggle coming from Willy though, happy to see at least it had made him smile.
“I better go sort out that mess downstairs, you be good for Abacus and that sunburnt gnome”
She leant down and gave him a peck on the cheek, wishing she could spend some more time with the little chocolatier. Turning Willys face bright pink, unable to hide a smile at the affection. As Piper turned to leave, she had to quickly jump at the arrival of Lofty yet again. Whom arms were filled with a leather first aid kit, rolling his eyes at the woman who quite nearly flattened him beneath her boots.
“If you could please move to the floor, I’m not risking anything with that lounge.”
Lofty demanded, Looking up at the two remaining men as best he could from behind the first aid case. Willy obeyed and slid down to the floor, sitting crosslegged. His head was feeling very fuzzy now, and he looked up at abacus with whine, wanting him to sit too.
“I think I’ll just sit here if you don’t mind Lad, I don’t think I could get back up from the floor if I sat down”
Abacus chuckled, perching instead on the couch. But still kept a comforting hand on his shoulder, gently massaging back and forth to soothe him. Lofty had been watching the interaction with a raised brow, something was certainly going on. So as he began to unpack some supplies, he bluntly questioned.
“Alright, if I could be informed of what’s going on right here, it would be very much appreciated. I’m quite positive this reaction is far beyond than a child choking on a peanut, especially with those injuries of which still nobody has explained how they came to be.”
He curtly asked, whilst pulling out some bandages, gentian violet and some tweezers for those glass shards. Abacus awkwardly cleared his throat, looking over at Willy whose face had darkened. Although the Oompa Loompa had been residing with him for a while now, his regression was something that he hadn’t yet disclosed with him. Although all his friends had been amazingly supportive and loving, it was still a very peculiar topic to try and explain. Lofty was already quite judgemental most of the time, what if he found this weird and gross?
Willy brought his knees up to his chest anxiously, staying silent in a panic. He didn’t want Lofty to hate him. But he felt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, Abacus smiling kindly.
“Would you like me to explain?”
He suggested, especially since it seemed the boy wasn’t feeling so verbal right now. Willy looked up and thought about it for a moment, before giving him a nod. He didn’t know how to put his words right for this. All the while Lofty has continued to observe the interaction, shoe tapping on the floor impatiently.
“Alright, i believe you should know regardless as you share a residency with Willy. Sometimes when he gets overwhelmed, Mr Wonka finds it a little hard to stay grown.”
Abacus carefully explained to the little orange man across from him, who frowned in confusion.
“Grown? I can’t see any sign of him shrinking in size, he looked to be the same height as before since I last checked.”
The Oompa Loompa positioned both hands into a viewfinder over the chocolatier, nope, still the same size. Abacus couldn’t help but laugh at the misunderstanding, wishing this could be easier to explain.
“No not in physical size, more like he feels a little younger. Where he needs a little extra care and support, like a child.”
At this point Willy wanted to sink through the floor, not daring to check the Oompa Loompas facial expression. Instead picking at the fabric of his slacks, the small bigger part of him wanted to end this conversation and say that Abacus was just talking utter nonsense, but he didn’t have the energy to do so. He was tired, all he wanted was for his arms to stop hurting and for someone to hold him for a while.
“So what you’re saying that Mr Wonka here regresses to infancy when unsettled?”
Lofty questioned the man, it was difficult to discern his tone. After all, most of the time when he spoke it sounded as if you had offended him in some way. But when he looked at the mannerisms and body language of Willy, he certainly seemed very different than usual.
“Well, when you put it bluntly. Yes you’re correct, but I hope that you won’t be too judgemental. This is something Mr Wonka cannot help, and we shouldn’t be cruel about it.”
Abacus’s voice began to become colder as he finished his sentence, it wasn’t something Willy was used to ever hearing, looking up in slight alarm. Abacus was staring down at the Oompa Loompa almost threateningly, daring him to respond. In response, Lofty snorted after a pause.
“Hm, very peculiar I must say, but I suppose he already acts rather immaturely most of the time regardless.”
Was all he said before completely moving on, returning to prepare the first aid equipment. Acting as if Abacus had just requested he pass the sugar over to him. Both Willy and Abacus were surprised by well, the lack of reaction.
“Now then, please take off that coat show me your arms. I need to know what I’m working with here”
Willy paused for a moment, still expecting some kind of response, insult or anything. But let Abacus carefully ease him out of the blood soaked jacket before displaying his arms outwards, with the Oompa Loompas only sign of disgust so far being directed at the injuries.
“Goodness you’ve made quite the mess of yourself haven’t you?”
Abacus nodded in agreement, before wincing when seeing the state of them properly in the light.
“Indeed, he took a bit of a tumble into one of the displays. One of our crystal chocolate jars paying the price.”
Lofty just sighed, typical Wonka behaviour. He’d never met a person so terminally clumsy sometimes and foolish.
“Of course he did, now I’m going to need you to stay very still. I’m going to remove these glass shards before they get infected.”
He held up the tweezers, Willy shrinking away in alarm at the metal instrument. He didn’t want it to hurt. But Abacus rubbed his back supportively, assuring him it would be fine. As promised, Lofty was impeccably careful as he removed each tiny shard from his arms and hands, his very small hands working in his favour for the task. Back in Loompa land he had a friend whom was the islands herbalist, so he only had some experience when it came to medicine.
He placed each glinting piece into a dish by the table, and once satisfied there was none remaining he reached for the little purple bottle.
“This is an antiseptic I assume?”
Lofty questioned the mathematician, handing the violet bottle up to him. The man pulled a face when reading the label, knowing from experience that this stung viciously.
“Alright, this may sting a little”
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It did in fact sting quite a lot, as soon as Lofty applied the purple tonic. Willy yelping and flinching away. The pain had just begun to settle when they’d reached upstairs, but now it felt as if someone had set a match upon his skin. And with how sensitive he was already feeling, fresh tears began to spill over and he did his best to squirm away.
“Now i understand it hurts, but it will feel a lot worse later if you don’t allow me to finish Mr Wonka”
In the end Abacus ended up having to retreat from the couch, Willy positioning himself into his lap for security from the horrible anti-septic. He was perhaps feeling the smallest he ever had, and even with Lofty there he didn’t have the willpower to mask it. Eventually with enough comforting words and support from Abacus, Lofty had successfully painted either arm and hand with the bright purple medicine.
“See, we’re done now. There was no need for that silly nonsense”
Lofty chastised as he screwed the cap on the glass bottle again, but he still didn’t seem very fussed about the dramatic change in headspace. More irritated by what he deemed was a bit of an overreaction. Next reaching for the roll of bandages, but this time Willy was much more reproachful about offering his arms back over to the Oompa Loompa, scowling at him best he could.
“I don’t appreciate that expression directed at me, I was just going to wrap your arms up. Unless of course you would prefer Mr Crunch to do so?”
He spoke with crossed arms, but found the grumpy expression slightly entertaining. Especially with his forlorn tearstained face which worked against his attempt to be threatening.
“I could if you’d prefer, but that would mean i would need to tip you from my lap to do so.”
Abacus explaining his options, thanking heaven above regardless that the man was very light and he was only losing partial blood flow to his legs.
“But you are certainly not welcome in my own, I’ve been in danger of being crushed once too many times today.”
Willy thought about it for moment, finding the embrace around him far too comfortable to give up quite just yet. So reluctantly pointed at lofty rather rudely.
“He do it”
“Can Lofty do it please would be much politer thank you very much”
He corrected with a firm expression, but began to unroll the bandages regardless. Carefully he applied the bandage around each skinny arm, all the while Willy just back leant into Abacus throughout the process. He was so tired, all he wanted was to sleep. By the time Lofty was finished, the boy was practically half asleep.
“That’s you done now, very brave”
Willy dozily inspected his new bound arms, before letting out a big yawn. Even lofty finding it a little endearing, revealing out a small smile before quickly replacing it with his usual frown.
“I think we best get you tucked up for a little rest, shall we?”
Willy nodded, and reluctantly allowed Abacus to tip him off his lap so he could stand again. The poor gentleman groaned in pain as he stood up, he was certainly far too old for this.
“Mm-head hurts”
Wonka mumbled out, his skull feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton wool. Infact most of his body was starting to feel very sore and weak.
“Well no wonder it hurts with all that silly crying, but I give you permission to return to that lounge. Now that it’s no longer in danger of being stained by bodily fluids.”
Lofty said distastefully, motioning for Willy to get up and move. Kindly Abacus helping him up to his feet again, which was desperately needed as he had forgotten his cane downstairs in the store.
He practically collapsed back down onto the couch, sighing in relief to finally be lying down. His entire body felt as if it had been put through the laundry ringer at scrubbits. A few moments later he felt Abacus tuck a thick blanket around his frame, the one that had been stretched across his bed.
In his dozing state, he instinctively reached out for something. Face screwing up a little when realising it obviously wasn’t going to be there.
“What on earth are you looking for?”
Lofty questioned, clearly seeing the man feeling around in complete thin air.
“Chester”
Willy mumbled out , he was so tired but he still needed his companion, especially right now. Lofty’s slow blink was practically audible, shaking his head before turning to the mathematician who had busied himself with folding up the velvet jacket. Planning on taking it back personally to soak it out, even though he’d left the laundry business, it still stuck with him.
“Would you mind translating what on earth he is requesting?”
Abacus just smiled, remembering that name very clearly. So he just pointed up at the bed, knowing it would he the most likely location.
“Check underneath the pillow of Mr Wonkas bed.”
With a raised eyebrow and a lot of confusion, the Oompa Loompa reluctantly followed the direction. Only feeling more lost when lifting the pillow and finding the contents beneath.
“Is this some kind of rag?”
He held up a small knitted bird with an extended arm, its head lolling to the side rather unsettlingly. Willy spotted the item immediately though, lifting his own head up from the couch with a whine.
“Chester..”
Loftys confused frown remained, able to put together the clues that this amalgamation of wool must be “Chester” Mr Wonka did seem very concerned about it though, so he quickly handed it over to him. The little bird being clung close to his chest, with its misshapen beak poking out under his chin. It was all so ludicrous, it was just a silly inanimate object.
But he saw how the boy began to settle again at its presence. Eyes closing at last as his breathing became slower and deeper. For the first time since he’d seen the man that afternoon, he looked genuinely at peace. From behind him he heard the accountant approaching, who was holding two cups of tea, one being marginally smaller.
“Think we could both do with one”
Lofty accepted the offer, the pair sitting in the kitchenette. Both of them looking over at the now fast asleep chocolatier on the lounge. A comfortable silence between the two as they just took the time to wind down, the scene would probably look extremely strange to an any outsider if they happened to wander inside. Abacus smiled fondly as he noticed the knitted toucans wing being gently chewed on as Wonka slept.
“Thank you, for being understanding about this. This is a part of him that not many know or care to understand, but I believe it’s something very special to be trusted with”
He said to the Oompa Loompa, who had also been observing the chocolatiers behaviour. It was rather fascinating.
“But, I won’t hold it against you if this is a little too strange for you. This manner of coping is certainly unconventional”
He continued, wanting to assure him. He remembered that Noodle had been a little apprehensive about it all when he first explained the regression to her. And Willy had been extremely firm in the fact that he never wanted to be a burden to anybody or make them feel uncomfortable. Lofty stayed silent for a few moments, draining the cup of tea before answering.
“You are speaking with somebody who comes from a tropical island populated only by 2ft tall orange men. I think you would find good reason to label me as a hypocrite if i were to judge Mr Wonka negatively for this.”
He paused in his statement, looking over again at the boy with the smallest of a smile
“Is it a little peculiar? Definitely, but I suppose we all must learn to be open minded when it comes to things we don’t quite understand yet.
And on one hand, I may find it a little endearing too, at least he’s less irritating than usual, aside from all the tears.”
And with that, he turned again to the man across the table. Nonchalant as always.
“Anyways, how about you go hunting for some of those truffles. I’m sure Wonka always hides them out of my reach”
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pumpkin-cake · 1 year
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Midnight Rain
(part two of ???)
-part one-
-part three-
summary - your tutoring sessions with tyler are going well, but you already have something on your mind to prepare for the next day
tw - cursing
Slight spoilers for Wednesday?? Nothing big
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Tutoring with the barista at the Weathervane was a lot more fun than you had been expecting. Of course, Tyler had to work. A lot of it was you bringing in your assignment, him giving you a quick rundown of things before having to go right back to work. On the bright side, neither of you had seen the rude woman from before! Tyler and some of his coworkers were very appreciative. It felt nice that something you did benefited others. Although you felt that was the only thing you had going for you.
You always caught people staring at you in your Nevermore Academy uniform. Like you were some sort of animal or creature. You didn’t have claws like the werewolves or fangs like vampires. What you were was known by hardly anyone. Your mom knew of course. And the staff. It’s not like it was a deep dark secret you couldn’t tell anyone. You weren’t a scary monster that slaughtered people. You just…never felt the need to tell anyone.
Surprisingly, Tyler had never asked. He sometimes asked questions about the school in general, but never really about anything deep or personal, which you appreciated. Probably due to the fact you two didn’t really know each other, but you didn’t exactly have much social experience. You figured he’d be bursting at the seams with questions, but he was more relaxed and laid-back. Never exactly in a rush. Liked to keep things at a steady pace. It made you feel at ease when he helped you with assignments. He wasn’t pressuring you to get the right answer as soon as possible. Told you to take your time.
“So…the four goes…here?” You asked apprehensively.
“Yeah!” He replied, grinning. “Just don’t forget to divide, but I think you’ll be alright.”
“Great!” Your pencil scribbled on the paper, taking a second to make some mental calculations before writing your answer and showing Tyler.
“You got it!”
“Yes! Thank you so much.” You smiled, packing up your stuff and getting out of the booth.
Tyler tilted his head and checked the time on his phone. “You’re usually not heading out until another like, half an hour. Something up?”
“Oh, did I not tell you? We have the Poe Cup tomorrow. I want to make sure everything’s ready.”
“The…Poe Cup?” He asked, clearly puzzled. You had not told him, apparently.
“It’s like- this canoe race. There are four teams, and we have to row to a nearby island, claim a flag from the island's crypt, and row back. The first one to reach the finish line without sinking wins.” You explained briefly. “But, there are no rules.”
“What?”
“Yeah, no rules. So things like sabotage is all fair game. The same team has been winning for like- several years.” You sighed, slinging your backpack over your shoulders and carrying your coffee cup and plate to the counter with Tyler following.
“That- cannot be safe. Do people get hurt?” He questioned.
“Not too much. People aren’t going around shanking people to win. It’s usually pushing over boats or getting holes in the boats. Although one kid did lose a finger last year.” You hummed, the comment causing Tyler’s eyes to widen.
“Geez. Well, be careful, okay?” He said, going back and taking care of the dishes you placed on the counter. “You’re our star customer, can’t have you losing fingers.”
“Star customer! Well, I am certainly honored.” You said jokingly, bowing dramatically.
“You should be!” He joked back with a smile. “Huge title.”
“I’ll be sure to put it on my resume.” You hummed, brushing off your uniform. “Well, I hope to see you tomorrow!”
“See you next time, (Y/n)!” He called out, and you gave him a wave as you left, the bell singing out as you did. You expected to just calmly get back to school, but not even five minutes into walking back did you crash into somebody, falling to the ground with a groan.
“Oh! (Y/n), I am so sorry!”
There stood your dorm mom, Ms. Thornhill. Her glasses had been knocked askew by the impact, but she quickly readjusted them and helped you up.
“Didn’t see you there, sweetheart! Must have been wrapped up in my own thoughts.” She chuckled, and you dusted off your uniform.
“No problem, Ms. Thornhill.” You waved your hand, a little peeved that you’d been quite literally knocked over, but it was an accident. “Where are you off to, if I may?”
“Oh, just Weathervane. Need my daily coffee.” She hummed. “I missed it this morning. Busy schedule!” She said with a hearty laugh, brushing some hair away from her face.
“Ah, I see.” You chuckled. “Well, I won’t keep you. Just was gonna go rest up for the cup tomorrow.”
“Oh, yes! I almost forgot about that!” She said with a grin. “I’m excited to watch! You’re participating right? With the Black Cats?”
“Yup. Enid’s under the weather so I think I’m co-captain next to Yoko.” You said, feeling a little bad as you remembered how sad Enid was that she couldn’t participate. “I hope I can win it for her.”
“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” She smiled kindly. “I’m glad Ophelia Hall has someone as caring as you, (Y/n).” She said, and you almost felt your face turn red. “I know your mother will be cheering you on, too.”
Ugh, of course. Your mother. She’d been stressing over and over how she desperately wanted Ophelia Hall to have a win this year. Like she did last year. And the year before that.
Oh, yeah, your mother just so happened to be the literal principal of the school.
Larissa Weems wasn’t necessarily a bad mother. Just an annoying one. She purposefully placed you in Ophelia Hall because ‘Oh, she was in Ophelia Hall! Wouldn’t it be so lovely if you were in it too?’
…sure, Mom.
You’d really wanted to be in the same dorm group as your friend, Bianca Barclay. You’d even specifically asked your mother to put you in that group, or at least Bianca in Ophelia Hall. But, nope. She just really wanted you to be an Ophelia Hall student.
You really couldn’t complain too much. The people were pretty nice, and you did get a room to yourself as the principal’s kid. A lot of students figured you were spoiled and privileged, and maybe it was a little true, but you liked to think you were a good person. Tried your best to help out and be kind to everyone. You’d get Bianca to go easy on Rowan during fencing, stuff like that. You usually just kept to yourself otherwise.
“…thanks, Miss Thornhill. I think I’m going to go now.” You offered a very fake smile and walked off without hearing a response from her. You took out your phone and put in earbuds, playing whatever music that popped up first.
The walk back to Nevermore was uneventful after that. Some people gave you odd stares, but you were used to that at this point. You really needed to stop wearing your uniform everywhere.
Once you got onto the grounds, you were almost immediately confronted by your mother. Standing tall at 6’3”, she placed her hands on her hips and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Where have you been?” She asked, not very accusingly but more curious.
“Um…Jericho.” You said. “Just getting some coffee. Like I have been doing these past few days. Or maybe you were just too busy to notice.”
“(Y/n), you know I don’t appreciate it when you do this.” She sighed. “I just wanted to know what you’ve been up to is all. You seem to be so busy with your academics along with the Poe Cup.”
“I am. Any updates on Enid?” You said shortly, really just wanting to go to your room.
“Oh! I was just about to let you know. Miss Sinclair has made a recovery, so she will be participating tomorrow!” Weems grinned, clasping her hands together.
“Great. We might have a chance at winning.” You said, almost sarcastically. You had a lot of faith in Enid, and in this way you wouldn’t be in charge at all. “I guess I can just spectate then.”
“Oh, come now, there’s no need!” She said. “Of course you’re going to participate. I even came up with a plan for you all to have a chance!” She said with a gracious smile, like she was doing you a favor.
“Mom, seriously? I don’t think interference from the principal is allowed.”
“There are no rules, darling.” She hummed, reaching a hand out and holding your face.
“…why do I have to do this again?” You questioned with a glare. “I really don’t want to. I’m already trying hard enough to keep up with my grades.”
“You’re my child, sweetheart.” She responded like it was that easy. “I know you have what it takes. I was co-captain of my team when I went to school here. You aren’t even in a leading position anymore, so you can absolutely do that, can’t you?”
“…I suppose so.” You muttered, lightly swiping her hand away from her face. “But don’t think I’m gonna act like some try-hard to win this thing. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do only that.”
“Thank you, my sweet child.” She offered a relieved smile before walking off, heels clacking as she did so. She held her hand up, beckoning you to follow so she could explain the details of her plan.
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Laying up awake at night nervous for this stupid cup absolutely wasn’t fun. Was your mother going to be royally pissed off if you let her down? Probably. She was a sweet woman when you were a little kid. What a normal mother should be. But when she realized you were like her, she instantly became this fanatic, trying to shape you into what she was but better.
You jumped whenever your phone buzzed from your nightstand. Who the hell? You reached over and took it, wincing as the brightness of the phone blinded you. You quickly turned it down and saw you had a message.
From Tyler.
Good luck during that weird race tmr!
You blinked, before smiling. He was thinking of you. He remembered the stupid cup. That was sweet. You quickly responded with a thank you, letting him know you were going to get some sleep. You turned your phone on silent and closed your eyes. It still took you a while, but eventually you got yourself to sleep, ready for the day ahead.
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tags 🏷 @justageek @peachycupotea
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salvador-daley · 2 years
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do you have any headcanons about klave’s first time?
This answer turned into a little mini ficlet so, here you go. (Slightly NSFW)
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Dave wasn’t always so confident.
There weren’t many opportunities to develop the necessary skills to - what’s the word? - seduce someone (anyone) growing up as a closeted kid in Texas with his small-minded family and their Nixon flags on the lawn.
Part of him had dreaded signing up. So many expectations; walking in the footsteps of his father and grandfather, both of whom had died as heroes in bloody wars like this one.
But actually, there came a certain freedom with the army that he hadn’t experienced back home.
Working in his uncle’s hardware store had felt like circling a goldfish bowl; everyone peering in, knowing his business. His customers all knew him by name and all entered the shop with a familiar wave and an anecdote, expecting one in return. He knew each of their home improvement projects by heart; the boats they were restoring in the garage, the nurseries they were painting. And he knew the perfect kind of lacquer to recommend, the perfect shade of buttercup yellow to go above the crib.
There, he was Dave.
Hardware store Dave.
Friendly, helpful, sexless Dave.
There had been one boy who knew him as something else. But neither he nor Dave could see around the mountain-like mental obstacle that stood between them and the ability to say the word out loud. Not even after those shame-filled fumbles in the boy’s bedroom, his G.I. Joe poster looking down at their sticky hands and flushed faces, judging them in silence.
But here, he could be whatever he wanted. Here, he was Katz. The guy you came to when your gun jammed or you needed someone with enough Vietnamese to converse with the locals.
Dominant, commanding, tenacious Katz.
In theory, he knew the army didn’t tolerate his kind. He could be discharged if caught, sent home in disgrace. But when he arrived in ‘Nam, it became apparent the leadership was willing to turn a blind eye to most things. The fact that a few of the guys were similarly inclined bothered the bosses less than the dwindling support of their own masters back home. Out here, he could be forgotten, just like the rest of them.
So it wasn’t Dave who led Klaus into the hotel room that night in Saigon. It wasn’t Dave who pressed him against the wall with its peeling floral wallpaper. It wasn’t Dave who pushed him down into the thin mattress with its sunken middle and sheets made damp from the humid night air.
It was Katz.
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koffinrott · 2 years
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I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I feel really bad because I'm technically on commission with this person. It feels grossly unprofessional of me, but the client in question, outside of our DMs rubs me the wrong way.
I don't have a clear or complete understanding of Twitch and its relationship with scam bots pretending to be artists. It is a HUGE problem though, from what little I do understand.
The person in question has been scammed before, and I wanna say that typically they're very kind. But there are certain behaviors that, as an artist, makes me rethink our professional relationship, and possibly our friendly relationship.
After being scammed, their posts have been EXTREMELY aggressive when setting parameters for what they are looking for, and what it will take for them to consider someone as their channel artist.
They have posted a full on argument that got pretty ugly in the DM of one scammer, and I know its happened at least two other times. And usually I wouldn't care, because I get it. Scammers suck. My issue comes from the fact that they'll sit there and argue and argue and argue until they finally block the scammer.
In the past I had a group discussion in a private server in which they complained that artists don't want to negotiate their prices, and then referenced how at ren fairs that crafters will make deals with new customers and low ball their goods. I've always believed artists should be paid their full prices (and tipped when a client can afford it) because it's time and skill, and that deserves compensation, so we ended up not agreeing, and a mutual friend talked in circles until we inevitably dropped the subject.
Their latest red flag is what they deem necessary to get hired. They EXPECT that if an artists portfolio doesn't instill the confidence that the artist can provide the style they are looking for, that the artist draw them a sample image in that style.
They said the artist can keep it as a portfolio piece. But made no mention of financial compensation for what would essentially be requested work. This is practically a requirement.
Their overall attitude in regards to the aesthetic of their twitch channel is very "I'm not like other streamers" and they openly admit that the style isn't the usual format for Twitch.
There's nothing inherently wrong with that. I think formulaic layouts meant to appeal to masses on the sole basis of consumption are boring. So I get it. Again, it just boils down to an aggressive, entitled attitude this person has. It genuinely has stopped me from recommending them to other artists, because I don't want them to say something that will upset the potential person she's trying to hire.
The worst part is, because I've been critical of them in the past, I fear I could rock the boat if I bring it up. One of my good friends is their best friend, and in the last year we've already had two huge fights that have changed the dynamic of our friendship. I don't wanna lose that person just because I think their bestie is rude.
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let me tell the story of my sensitivity reader real quick,  and why I would never recommend any one to find their sensitivity reader via twitter, tumblr, or some other call to action social media. Or by searching the relevant tags. Or from an author’s website.  I would always recommend going through a third party editing house, upwork, etc. Basically, a company with a dispute policy.
I’m still not entirely sure if I agree with using sensitivity readers/editors. I believe that they are a great idea in concept, but executing on that concept is tricky
most sensitivity readers will advise they don’t gatekeep or speak for the community, which makes sense. anyone claiming to be a spokesperson is a big red flag, but it’s also the reason why sensitivity reading can fall short.
so what’s “well done” to one person in said community may not be ‘well done” to another and may be, well, “offensive” to another. In theory, your work would be read by multiple sensitivity readers to get a varied outlook, and then you, the author, would need to make a decision on what goes or stays. Which is also an awkward situation but the reality is, an author can’t accept ALL edits, especially if those edits are in contradiction to each other.
In my situation, I actually can’t afford to have multiple sensitivity readers, and I think many are in the same boat as me. In theory, a traditional publishing house would have their own team of sensitivity readers/editors (or at least a familiar group with whom they contract with), but more and more traditional publishing houses are expecting authors to take on more and more of the editing before it even gets to an agent pitching it to a publisher (at least, that’s my current understanding). Then, of course, that doesn’t even address the self pubbers who do have to front developmental edits, line edits, copy edits on top of the sensitivity reads. It is not inexpensive, and it does take some amount of resources, which is another reason why I would recommend employing a sensitivity edit only after you do the following.
The internet is full resources, full of personal blogs, full of readers for the community your character is a part of writing about how well a story did etc. It takes effort, but authors CAN do their due diligence and be wary of the common pitfalls before they contract with a sensitivity reader.
One of the big time editors who is part of the writer’s league I also belong to was talking about how this author was falling into a lot of stereotypes for indigenous characters. Like. A google search would probably have made those pitfalls evident BEFORE employing a top notch editor with top notch rates, and honestly, last I heard, the author went to employing a sensitivity reader immediately, which did make my own eyebrows go up because a sensitivity reader cannot fix the internal work one’s own self needs to do, especially if you’re white (I don’t know if the author in question was or not)
and then that also brings up other topics as well, like if you are a white author wanting to write a Black protagonist, do you regularly read Black authors, or are you only interested in their opinions when you check the sensitivity edit off the checklist? This goes for every other community, and it’s honestly not something I did with my novella, and I really should have.
that was a very long preamble, but these were all simmering when I decided to do a sensitivity edit for one of the characters in my zombie novella. She was a Jewish character, and I did a lot of research as I went. I actually highly edited one of the most visceral scenes in the novel when I realized that it contradicted the reading I had done about Jewish burial customs.
and it was probably that scene that made me go...I think I need help, and this is beyond what I can pull up on the internet.
It’s worth mentioning that this character was not the main character, but rather the second main character. Her name was Miriam and she is introduced wearing a Magen David. 
The sensitivity editor spend about six weeks reading the work, and came back saying there was no Jewish character or content in the story. Since, in her opinion, there was no Jewish character or content for her to do a sensitivity edit on, she spent a lot of time on the wlw romance (which did involve the Jewish character) (and is also why i think she thought i was straight) and how the main character’s only personality trait was that she was poor. (Now, if I were employed to do a sensitivity reader on a lesbian and if, as I were reading, I was like....where the hell is the lesbian character....I would have contacted someone with some probing questions BEFORE doing a whole write up on aspects i wasn’t conracted for but that’s just my customer service experience talking.)
I suspect she had gone in with the assumption that the point of view character would be Jewish, because one of the feedback pieces was, since your main character is from Iran, she would more likely be Muslim, not Jewish. This was after the main character mentioned she was not a practicing member of the Zoroastrian faith like three times. She spent a lot of time about how my main character was not Jewish. Because. She. wasn’t. Jewish. 
There were also other comments like, where does the grandma live (Boise mentioned three times), where is your main character’s mother (dead mentioned like four or more times), and so on. I don’t say this to rag on the editor but simply to demonstrate that this person did not read my work carefully, and that’s a pretty big risk for several hundred dollars.
I, to this day, believe I would have been in trouble if I had gone with a sensitivity reader that I had contracted personally instead of using an actual editing company. I would have paid hundreds of dollars for someone to tell me there was no Jewish character or content when there was. And maybe it would have worked out, but I was VERY grateful I had the editing company for recourse. I bullet pointed all the Jewish content, bullet pointed all the other details that were missed, and they agreed with my assessment that the work had not been read carefully. They found me a second sensitivity editor, with no extra cost, who spent the ENTIRE document she sent back talking about the Jewish character: what she appreciated, what I had done well, and what I could do better/add. She didn’t give me feedback on ANYTHING else. It was great.
To sum up:
it’s not a bad idea to have a sensitivity edit, but I would always do it through some kind of editing house. I went through Salt & Sage. Even though the first sensitivity editor I had was a bit of a disaster, I was really impressed with how the situation was handled, and the second editor was A+. 
a sensitivity editor is one person. if you have the money to do multiple sensitivity editors....great. But I would recommend you do the WORK first. Read what people of that community have said, read about stereotypes, etc. Read books by authors from that community. Then top it all off with a sensitivity editor. 
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ultramaga · 23 days
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Commonwealth Bank - the Bank for the CORRECT People - not you, scum!
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When I was a small child, we all were made to set up accounts with the Commonwealth Bank. It was seen as our duty to prepare for the future by investing our pocket money in this Australian organisation, and in return, it would look after us. Well, they went woke. Recently their AI has been flagging my account, over and over. They don't know why, but after the example of Google Gemini, I am beginning to get a clue. The fact that they put pronouns in their emails is a bit of a hint. Then it is followed with racist remarks about Australia being owned by the mythical Traditional Owners. As if the feelthy whites wandered over here, knocked on the gate, and the guard came up and let them in. Sorry, nobody owned it. There were a lot of tribes fighting over territories. Sometimes they ate each other. Then a bigger tribe came over and conquered them all, and they've been at peace since. Now the Leftists are calling for a decolonization of Australia, so the Pure People can sit here alone, unsullied by the paleface. All 812,000 people. Most all of whom would be mixed race anyway.
What happens to them? Do they remove a leg and an arm, and toss them onto a boat to Britain? Decolonization is a Leftist delusion. There's absolutely no way it could happen unless they can somehow persuade every non-aboriginal to kill themselves, whereupon other countries would carve up the land anyway. But they won't stop pointing out the Intersectional Hierarchy. You are not a full citizen unless you were born of the correct race. Race is everything to them. Fvck the woke cvnts.
And I say that with all due respect. _____________ Addendum. The call to the CSR went like this. "You don't seem to trust Progress. You should trust it. All the other morons - I mean, customers - are doing it. You should do it too." They kept telling me to stop using my bank card and just use the phone, and I kept point out that even secure smartphones - which are much more expensive - are only somewhat secure, and having my life savings being dependent on me being able to protect it means, well, why the hell am I going through a bank? Isn't the reason people went to banks because they offered protection? Now the bank wants the customer to pay them whilst providing no protection?
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The banks want to remove all this, and have just a phone app? Well, as I pointed out, phones are insecure.
Which is why more secure smartphones exist:
The Australian Government explicitly acknowledged that the phones were insecure and was angry that people were even trying to make them more secure.
There is NO WAY the Commonwealth Bank of Australia is unaware of this. They know damned well that if Australians bank through their phones, they will lose their money. They just don't care. Because it will be the little people who are screwed. The old, the sick, the dying. The people who can't fight back.
https://archive.is/DsgQM
Behind a paywall, but I am told there are ways around that ...
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atlasflags · 1 year
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maxisdezign · 23 days
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Leaf cut out + colour:
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Use pen tool (p) and raw over the area I want to work with to make a path. ~ You can tweak the path by press 'A' and modifying the anchor points and moving the handles. (IMG1) Then to chnage the path from a path to a selection, you need to open the 'Paths' window. Go to Window -> Paths. Then press command + click on the thumbnail image of the paths window to turn the path into a selection. Now you have selcted soemthing using a pen tool (IMG2)
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After making this into a selection I then changed the selection of the leaves by using colour balance and I made the leaves fade blue.
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Fruit colour: Select an area
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I used the elliptical marquee tool to highlight the orange roughly. ~ I can use the spacebar to move the selection around while making the selection. I then used the elliptical tool to remove part of the selection by holding down option while making an elliptical shape over the area I didn't want apart of the selection. I then went over in finer detail of the orange selection by using the polygonal tool. I used this tool to draw custom lines of the areas I did and didn't want to be apart of the selection (shift to add, option to remove from the selection)
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After making this selection more accurate and fine, I then modified the colour of the orange, I decided to make it red tones. (IMG1)
We then picked a second orange and this time used the object selection tool to select it quickly. We then applied the colour balance adjustment to the selection layer. This effect goes onto all the layers. But there is a button (IMG2) when it is clicked it will not have the effect (e.g, colour balance) on every layer below (white square with little arrow). This is found in the adjustments layer, properties section at the bottom of the window. I then did the same thing with another orange, except this time I made this 2nd orange become blue (IMG3)
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Ship duplicate:
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Use masquee tool to select the boat Command + J to copy and paste the selected area on a ne wlayer by itlsef. Move the new layer to another spot on the water (to look like two boats) Press the masking icon (japanese flag) to turn the copied boat into a mask. Use thw brush tool to help blend in the image and get rid of excess parts of the image you dont want. ~ White brush = 100%. Black brush = 0% opacity. Grey brush = some opacity (closer to black, less opacity, closer to white more opaxity.) Ypu can also use the soft and hard brushes to chnage how the image fades from one to the other. I used the softer brush so the water from both images faded into eachother more.
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Hummingbird: Cutout & Paste
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I created a duplicate of the bird image to work with as a spare. I then used the object selection tool to quickly select the bird shape from the background, but this object selection tool made some errors, so I had to fix them. I made a new layer and made it a dark green colour to help me easily see the mistake and things I need to work on with the outside of the bird selection. (green screen) After looking a the green screen image bird (IMG1), I then realized the wing ends of the bird were quite sharp and not very realisic, so it would've looked weird when I paste it into the new photo background. To fix up the shaping of the bird cut out I made a mask layer of the bird (IMG2)
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I used the pen tool and went along the bird wing. I drew the line very close to the edge of the bird wing, because I didn't want any of the original background still in the cutout image of the bird. (IMG1) We then went onto the masked layer and coloured the wing section in white (so it fully showed), and coloured the exterior of the wing section in black (so it was invisible). (IMG2) This then made the wing very crisp, so I had to change that. I could tell it was very crisp because I had created a greenscreen layer to help me see what I was working with against something. (IMG3) To do this I used the blur tool to blur the edges of the wing of the bird, so that the shape of the bird looked more natural and less crispy and unrealistic when it was put into the new photo background.
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I then went around the bird shape and made sure everything was properly cutout using the pen tool so that when I placed the bird image on the new background it would only contain the bird, and nothing else. I removed a bit of dark background below the beak, and between the toes of the bird. (IMG1) The background can also blend into the photo and/or effect the colouring of the image so I re-coloured some parts of the bird such as the top of the bird head and underneath and belly I used the brush tool and used the lighten and dark effect to change how the brush was applied. (IMG2) I then flipped the picture of the bird so that the bird image would face in a better direction for the new background image. I did this by going to Image -> image rotation -> Flip image (IMG3) I then adjusted the lighting on both the bird image and the background image to better fit and blend in with each other (IMG4)
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REFLECTION: I loved doing the leaf cut out one, because I enjoy using the pen tool and I also enjoyed using the colour balance tool to make the plant appear to have a fading blue power stemming form the middle!! I was easy, but helpful and I enjoyed learning what I could do.
The fruit activity was super helpful in teaching me the different ways to use selection tools, what works best and why, and what I prefer. I prefer starting the the object selection tool, and then cleaning it up afterwards with the pen/lasso tool.
I found the boat activity very fun because it was as if I was creating something new all together. I have also always wondered the technique of copying something and making it fade into the background smoothly, so it was great to see how to do it using the different opacities and brush tools.
The humming bird was definitely the hardest, more complicated one of the 4 different tasks. But this task proved to be super helpful when moving onto doing more photoshop cut out (such as the jumping man). It was good to know the techniques of changing the colours of some edges, to remove unwanted light and shadow sources to help blend things in, and also to learn the techniques of blurring the edges of the moving wings to fade in better!
Overall I enjoyed this lesson a lot and learning various skills, tricks and techniques of the different possible ways to manipulate photos in photoshop!
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rosegardenpink · 3 months
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How did you manage to get Morgan, Naviidi, and Eliose into your game all at the same time?
I did it on the windows/steam version of the game, I'm not sure how you'd do it on a different version because I utilized the direct connection multiplayer function to do it. Check under the read more for the instructions:
If you're running the game vanilla/not through bg3 mod manager, on steam go to library>Baldur's Gate 3>gear icon>manage local files and it should open the Baldurs Gate 3 folder in file explorer, then shut down steam entirely (right click on the little steam icon in the bottom right of the task bar and click "exit steam"). This is important because you're gonna open multiple instances of the game, and steam won't let you if you have it open. Then when steam is shut down, in the Baldurs Gate 3 folder go to "bin", then run either bg3 or bg3_dx11 (both are applications/.exes with the game's icon, the difference is that bg3 is the vulkan version and bg3_dx11 is the directX 11 version. I play directX 11, but I believe either version should work). This first instance you open should have all your previous save files and custom settings, but not your steam profile and should be in offline mode. Then it's just a matter of launching the game through the .exe as many times as characters you want.
If you're playing with bg3mm, then it's a bit simpler. Make sure steam is shut down the same way, then open the mod manager and navigate to settings>open preferences, and untick the "open through steam" box, which will make the mod manager to run the game through the .exe, then launch the game through bg3mm. It should run the same way as vanilla, the first instance loading your saves, etc, without your steam profile. Make sure you launch every instance from the mod manager if you go this route, so every instance will have the same mods in it to avoid getting errors from incompatible mods.
If you don't have a nasa-level supercomputer I'd recommend turning down the graphics settings to improve the performance while you have multiple windows open.
Then in the first instance, or the "host", of the game (the one with all your saves), start a new game, then in the character creator open the pause menu and open multiplayer>multiplayer settings and tick the "direct connections" box, which should generate a code that you can copy with the button next to it. Then in the second/third/fourth instances, click multiplayer from the main menu, and tick the "direct connections" box here, which will open up a spot and a button to paste the code you copied from the first instance. Under the code, hit connect and it should load you into a lobby with the host and prompt you to make a character. After all your characters/dream guardians are made and you're past the character creator, save and quit on the host's game, then close all the game windows. Then you should be free to run the game through steam and use all of steam's features, the screenshot button, achievements, etc. The avatars of player 2/3/4 should all be part of the same party as the companions and host and work the same as them.
If you want to play Dark Urge or an origin character, they have to be made before you start the game proper (ie, before loading into the nautiloid), but a Tav can be made at any point in the game. I made Morgan/Dark Urge the "host" of the game because the game defaults a lot of the cutscenes to the host unless they're too far away, and I prioritzed having the Durge versions of cutscenes (like with Isobel, Ketheric, Gortash, etc) over the Tav versions. For instance, in Grymforge I had to move Morgan all the way to the boat dock to get the game to give Naviidi the cutscene with the Lolth-sworn dialogue for Nere, and certain companions would default their camp cutscenes to Morgan before the romance flags were set. The host also cannot be sent to Wither's wardrobe if you need an avatar to leave the party for whatever reason (which is a big reason I'd suggest using the party limit begone mod for this, as having multiple avatars at once takes away party spots from companions and you'll miss more of their personal storylines/dialogue).
If you need to send the "host" avatar to Wither's wardrobe for whatever reason, or want one of your other characters to get a certain camp cutscene, you'll have to open a multiplayer session again to change who the "host's" avatar is. For example, I planned Eliose to romance Wyll, but when I got to act 2 the game kept defaulting his dance/romance cutscene to Morgan, and would only give the cutscene to Eliose after I made them the host. To do that I made a save right before when I knew the cutscene would trigger, then did the same thing I did above to open a direct connection multiplayer session, but instead of starting a new game I opened the existing save, and instead of making a new character I moved Morgan and Naviidi to player 2's party in the multiplayer menu in the pause screen, leaving Eliose at the top of the host's/player 1's party, then with the multiplayer session still open I triggered Wyll's cutscene, played through the cutscene to set Eliose and Wyll's relationship flag to romanced (or however the game works bts). Then after the cutscene I switched Morgan back to the top of player 1's party to set him as the "host" again and switched Eliose and Naviidi to player 2's party, saved and quit, and reloaded the game through steam. I'll admit, Wyll is really the only romanced companion I had this problem with, with companions like Halsin and Astarion it was as easy as having Naviidi loot the boar and question Astarion about the bitemarks, and only ever having Naviidi talk to/build high approval with Halsin to get both their camp/romance cutscenes to trigger exclusively for Naviidi. I also strongly advise against playing like this in honour mode for this exact reason, as you won't be able to reload if the game triggers something for the wrong character. I tried playing with those three together in honour mode and found it too frustrating as I'm very picky about them getting the "correct" cutscenes.
That's basically it, iirc. If I made any of it sound confusing or you have a question about something in specific, feel free to shoot me a message or another ask! I'm happy to clarify or answer any further questions!
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fleurcareil · 7 months
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Central Manitoba
Looking at a map, you'll notice that central Manitoba is dominated by several big big lakes such as Lake Manitoba and Lake Winnipeg so I looked forward to seeing both... until now, I was not really aware that the "prairie" provinces of Saskatchewan and Manitoba have such massive lakes; people always talk about the agricultural fields and how dry it is, and never about all that water! 😂
On the east shore of Lake Manitoba, I visited the tiny village of Steep Rock whose hall of fame is not surprisingly based on its shoreline cliffs... I was so surprised at the rock formations and the colour of the water, that for a moment I thought I was in the south of France or on a Greek island looking at the Mediterranean! 😁 Sunny & calm but not too hot, it was the perfect place to just sit on a rock, relax from the long drive and warm up from the cold night before. That is, until I started seeing snakes again 😮, 3 in total, even one hissing at me as I hadn't seen it hidden in a rock crevasse!
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The region between the two lakes is called the Interlake, which I'm guessing not many people traverse from west to east (they rather go from the populated areas in the south up north) so most of the 2h+ drive was on unpaved roads... no point in getting the car washed while I'm still travelling but it will definitely need a deep-clean before I sell it as the sand is everywhere...
Nature wise, the Interlake was quite interesting as it seems as if it's an early succession forest, when plants return to inhabit an area after e.g. a fire or logging. Oftentimes the first arrivals are deciduous trees (which were here all very small & similar height) after which coniferous seedlings start to overtake, until at some point you have a mixed forest with tall coniferous (boreal in this case) trees interspersed with large deciduous ones. The landscape already had some big trees in it, which seemed to be remnants from a previous time... made for a visually attractive mix! Add to that marshes & bogs and I had plenty to look at (apart from at the road where there was almost no one, I think I counted 4 cars). 😃
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My end destination for the day was Hecla provincial park, which is an island in the southern part of Lake Winnipeg, accessed via a causeway. It was first colonized by immigrant Icelanders in 1875, so this is memorized by stone ships (a traditional Viking burial custom) at the entrance to the park.
At Gull Harbour where I was staying for two nights, the Icelandic flag appears below the Canadian one (that's the law!) next to a cute lighthouse... pickerel for dinner & the howling wind created a true island feeling, and I was glad to have a very comfy room instead of camping! 😊
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In the morning, I started off with a hike through extensive marshlands, but I aborted after a tiny loop as I had too much on my mind... I suddenly was stressing out trying to figure out what my next month would look like and had started to look for flights to France, so I sat for most of the day at a picknick table 😅, booking accommodations for the remaining 2 weeks of travel, contacting friends for the 2 weeks I was spending in the GTA and locking in my flight. As much as I like to explore, sometimes I just need to get things out of the way in order to enjoy again!
I did walk through the historic village which had a few old boats etc, but the church's cemetery was the most interesting, as the tombstones (including recent ones) read Icelandic names such as Helgason, Sigurgeirson, and Tomasson. Icelandic flags and names were present at most homes, so the heritage seems still strongly alive.
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In the morning, feeling guilty of not having explored much of the park, I went up the observation tower at the north point of the island. The vast expanse of water shows how the lake is really an inland sea and explains why Icelanders would see this as a good replacement home (minus the volcanoes)!
To understand more about the history, I dropped by the New Iceland Heritage museum in Gimli, which was the de facto capital of the self-governing colony (with its own constitution!) until they eventually did fold into Manitoba. It's almost unbelievable that the Canadian government simply said; "yeah you can start a new country here", anything to help control the indigenous people... 🤔 An impressive Viking statue stands guard over the harbour but for the rest there was not much to see so off I went to Winnipeg.
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I hadn't really planned to return to the city, but as it was on the shortest route back to Ontario, I hopped on the opportunity to visit the Winnipeg Art Gallery after all, which I didn't manage to do during the busy wedding weekend. The sole exhibit I came for is the three-storey high Quamajuq glass vault which showcases over 5,000 Inuit stone carvings. I must say I was a bit disappointed as the digital catalogue did not give any background to the art or artists (apart from name, provenance & date), so then it's hard to emotionally connect with the pieces... on top of that, the glass did not make it easy to appreciate the stonework details so not convinced this is the best way to share the beauty of Inuit art with the general public. What I did take away from the displays of muskoxen, narwhals and polar bears, is that someday perhaps I should also plan a visit to the far north, as there's still more wildlife to see! 😄
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I still had 2.5 hours to drive to Kenora so didn't linger too long... was excited to cross back into "my" Ontario again!
Wildlife: 3 gartner snakes (Steep Rock), 2 bald eagles (Interlake), 3 deer, 1 bald eagle & 1 partridge (Hecla)
SUPs: none
Hikes: none
Distance driven since last map: 1,279 km
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changesinattitudes · 1 year
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Made it!
It was about as uneventful crossing as one can have.
The night before I programmed the route across the reef into the navigator and sat the light to low so we could preserve our night vision the next morning. We got up at 5 to prepare for departure. Well, mostly preparing the Captain with coffee and prying his eyes open. There was no wind or current so once the shore power cord was stored, the fenders in their holders and the lines released the departure was uneventful.
The canal was well lit so navigating it was easy. But the light also blinded us a bit when we passed the jetty into the bay. The night was moonless and the ocean very dark. Under idle power we followed the channel and met up with our companion boat, Driftwood, at marker 2.
Slowly we motored out in the pitch black morning following my route from the night before and verifying our location with the various lighted buoys. As we motored to the east the sun started to light the horizon and the water began to reflect the light. Any objects on the surface (crab pot balls) became visible and the stress level went way down. We passed the edge of the reef as the sun broke the horizon. It was a glorious morning!
The crossing started with a mild 2’ swell and a 1’chop. Later the swell disappeared and after that the chop did too. We listened to Pandora, read the paper, had breakfast and did what we normally do on long passages.
We docked in Bimini at the Big Game Club around 3. A visit to Immigration right across the street then customs in the building here in Big Game Club and we were able to take down the yellow quarantine flag and replace it with the Bahama courtesy flag.
We are now officially here!
Linda and Laurie bicycled to the bread store this morning while I started to reassemble the splintered table. Later we will go north to the conch shack where we had conch salad and Kalicks 4 years ago. Then maybe a bit more exploring.
Not sure of our itinerary later this week. A front is predicted to move through starting tomorrow making travel Thursday unlikely. Maybe Friday our Saturday?
You’ll just have to stay tuned to hear about the continuing adventure.
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mnoonthego · 1 year
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Day 24- New Years Day!
Our destination today was Lamu town, the other town on Lamu island, which is a 35-40 minute walk down the beach at low tide. Lamu is a UNESCO cultural site and was founded in 1370! Although it doesn’t feel like a very big town, compared to Shela it is bustling! Apparently, it is the oldest continuously inhabited town in Kenya and the best preserved Swahili settlement in East Africa. The majority of the inhabitants are Muslim and the area is known as an important religious centre which explains the 20+ mosques in various states of repair. The town was a major trading centre in the day which is hard to believe now as it seems so remote!
Like newer Shela, Lamu Town is characterized by its narrow streets (maybe paved paths is a better description), magnificent buildings and elaboratively carved wooden doors which are well known throughout the world. After the beach walk, which was an experience on its own with motorcycle taxis whizzing by, donkeys carrying huge bags of concrete and rebar, the fiddler crabs with their one big claw diving for their holes as we approached, seeing the oyster encrusted rocks, the veiled women and a variety of other things as people went about their business. By the time we arrived in Lamu, we decided we needed a cool drink and a snack, so we stopped in choose one of the many waterfront restaurants. We were the only customers and after we ordered we watched them leave the restaurant in search of the needed ingredients to make our order. My mango juice was good but Oriana’s lime juice was the best!
We decided to wander the labyrinth of streets by ourselves mostly out of spite about being continually asked if we wanted a guide for a “very good price.” We walked the main waterfront street enjoying the sites and checked out the carving shop- their art is beautiful and to watch the hand carving you can see why they are expensive. We stuck our head in one of the “new” mosques as the girls had never seen a mosque and had a lovely chat with the local resident sitting outside. Its funny, people think we are either French or Spanish, our English must not be that good 😊.
We also took in some of the artisan shops. My favourite was one that makes things out of wood and plastics found at the beach. He also employees a female carver which is an anomaly here due to that being a male dominated trade (actually everything seems to be pretty male dominated as Oriana pointed out). We also stuck our head into one of the hardware stores which seemed to have one of everything you could ever think you needed. A lot of the town is in disrepair which is apparently due to the high cost of repairs as required for maintaining the UNESCO designation. They also appear to have open sewers which makes sense based on the age of the building. They must have some underground but…
We had a look at the Fort but didn’t take the time to go to the museum as we wanted to get back to see the Dhow races. Unfortunately, we missed them in an effort to find a boat to bring us back to Shela. The boat that was coming to get us apparently broke down and then we thought we had arranged another boat with a guy that offered to help but that one never seemed to arrive. Finally, someone flagged down another boat for us and a number of Muslim women and we got in the boat. Go figure, at that exact time, the guy arrived with a boat and the yelling started. We didn’t know what was happening but we were told that we had to get in the newly arrived boat and go figure, the price was double! What a mess!! The Muslim grandmother helped us negotiate a price; she was vested as I think that we were paying their way. Any ways we made it back to Shela so all is well although we missed the whole race.
We had some relaxing time on our roof top which has a constant cooling breeze before heading out to the beach. Being New Years Day, the beach was packed with groups of people. I was most interested in the veiled women and if they would go in the water. They didn’t, that I saw. I was also interested that most people went in the water wearing the clothes they wore to the beach- jeans, dresses etc. Nobody seemed fused about it and everyone was having a great time. Many people stopped by to say hi and welcome, to ask the kids if they could borrow their diving masks, or just to see what we were doing (when I buried Tamsyn in the sand that proved to be very interesting to many people walking by). The lovely thing- everyone was friendly without wanting anything from us. One group was trying to take a selfie and I offered to take their picture of them, they thought that was hilarious and then asked me to be part of the picture. The modesty at the beach was also note worthy. The expats were the only ones in bathing suits and when they were moving about on the beach, everyone covered up. I had brought a bathing skirt thinking that would be modest enough, but I wrapped my kanga around me as we headed back home.
We decided to go out for pizza tonight but unfortunately the only pizza restaurant was out of mozzarella so the girls had pasta and I had sesame tuna (yum!) and Mark has an amazing seafood pasta. We were sitting at street level in a courtyard but when Mark asked if he could have a beer with dinner, they said yes, they could have one delivered but that we would have to dine on their roof top deck to enjoy it. So up we went. Although it was dark it was still a beautiful view and we got to hear the three duelling mosques during the call to prayer. We found our way back through the warren of streets (really more like paved paths) and stopped to feed a group of donkeys that couldn’t quite reach the bougainvillea.
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Clear Coasts
by karawrites
Ed's out on another long haul, but Stede has that custom dildo they've made back at home.
Fill for OFMD Kinktober Day 23 Prompt: ruined orgasm
Words: 1477, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 49 of Red String of Fate Extended Universe
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet
Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Modern AU, ruined orgasm, Semi-Public Sex, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Interrupted orgasm, it's boat stuff guys, or more precisely boat wank
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43585252
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