OTHER: a three year old akita mix named ada and a one year old weimeraner named turing
tldr.
TW: bullying, car accident, injury/TBI, hospitalization, surgery
Born in Turkey, but raised in Covington, Bek is someone who's always struggled to feel as if she truly belongs. In part because her family had distinct cultural differences from most others around, but largely due to the fact that she was advanced two grade levels as a child and being younger than her peers often made her an easy target to be picked on.
Her senior year (when she was 16) Bek was in a car accident that left her with a TBI and other injuries that effectively put a halt to all her future plans. Eventually she left home and moved away (tbd where, exactly) for a fresh start. It wasn't until her at the time fiance left her at the altar that she moved back home to lick her wounds and pick up all her pieces... again.
Bruno left his family when he was 20 to evade dying at the hands of the Downtwon Gang that saw him as a curse-blesser for those he has visions for. So, begged the candle for refugee and safety.
This was granted and a lower, underground system under casita was formed; enough space for him and many others.
Inside this Underground, known as Dwellings, Bruno found a new Ruana. Similar to his old, just as bit but with new symbols on. He put it on and since then, his powers changed; enable him to not only see the future, but also to pause moments in time, if he concentrates and taps into the power behind, he can see into the past. He also has control over the sand he uses (not quite sandbending but close) that he can channel
Wearing this Ruana, not only amplified his abilities, enable a few subareas but also halted his own age from 21, his eyes remaining alight regardless of his vision status, which led to him gaining a form of night-vision. His physical age difference is seen most predominantly against the rest of his ageing family, though he suspects there’s a lot to his new ruana, as it won’t allow Mirabel to sew onto it.
The Ruana isn’t a normal ruana, clearly, but a creation of Architect!bruno’s making who left it to be found by Dweller Bruno because everything is predictable to Architect!Bruno, why not have some fun? He encouraged Architect!pepa to do the same with her creations (see hallow’s gauntlet)
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The reason why this blog is not updated often is that your Illustrious unknown blogger is a slave of the system, and when she doesn't work, she is busy fixing the fastidious hassles mentioned below. Like now, for example. Where do you think I am??? At the mechanic, of course. It's very funny what people write in their presentations, like: in my spare time you can find me reading a book in a nice coffee shop Downtwon, or in my lovely garden or whatever whatever. Well, in the case of your unknown blogger, when I'm not working my ass off on some highway, rest assured that I am at the mechanic. And this was it even before the Uber era. This was it since I bought my first car in Charleston. At this point, I really do believe that the notorious southern hospitality is such that their unwillingness to include foreigners is what esoterically creates issues of all kind to discourage people to stay. And they're popular for the hospitality! Imagine if they were for their unhospitality! You were better make the sign of the cross before stepping outside in the morning... Something that reminds me somehow when the Addam family members received guests. Like, the bear-carpet roared, and other mirabilia happened, while the guests couldn't wait to shut the damned front door at their back.
The funniest part of my morning episode is that I had to fix an hassle while I was going to fix two hassles: heading downtown to secure me a parking spot, and heading to the accountant for something else, imagine how fun. So my hassles are getting exponential, or matrioska-like, or they are spiraling. I hope that the god or entity or whomever is who gets on my way with these bs all the times is having a lot of fun, because I'm having none!
Besides, I'm well aware that in this country the practice of complaining is considered socially inappropriate, since people have been brainwashed by the revolting philosophy of positive thinking into eating the shit and smiling, or getting your teeth hit by a stick and never give up, which is also the reason why Barbara Ehrenreich' s "Smile or Die" is the next book on my list. But, guess what??? Here, complainers and free thinkers are welcomed. The others: wake the fuck up.
Momo’s staircase, Vatican Museums
Sun umbrella , Rome downtwon
Chest aside the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina, Forum Romanum
Queuing for the Mouth of Truth
Aiming to the upper level of Vittoriano
Previous episodes in Rome 2023:
Juxtapositions
Presences
The sky is the roof
Stoned
Natural architecture
We are Rome
Faith more