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Delicious new additions to Moonbeams and Mayhem ~ Left is our one off Shangri La skirt and on the right is the stunning Portobello Road dress. Link in bio to shop our eclectic store. … .. . #moonbeamsandmayhem #camping #tinyliving #tinyhouse #cabin #vw #campervan #rv #rollinghome #nomad #nomadic #offgrid #hippie #trailer #boho #bohemian #gypsy #camper #campervan #trailer #rv #rollinghome #vw #adventure #travel #hippie #hippies #festival #freespirit https://www.instagram.com/p/ChAA7auobNY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Gypsy Life: Subaru and an Overpacked Trailer https://ift.tt/G7o8VrQ
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I held my nose I closed my eyes - I took a drink; Jimmy x Reader
Summary: Reader is a hypnotist. Jimmy, in one of his drunken nights, cleans out his own supply and stumbles into your caravan to clean you out too. What he finds... is sooo much better. [warnings: 18+! sex pollen fic!! shameless, explicit smut, I'm so serious. female receiving, oral sex, rough sex, mentions of alcohol.]
Also! Hugely inspired by @silverzoomies' mindbogglingly good Quicksilver sex pollen fic - the queen of sex pollen as far as I'm concerned!! Please read it if you haven't!!
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ao3 link here! | full fic under the cut!
The calliope breathed its melodic tune as your fingers curled back towards your palm. The man in front of you was glassy-eyed and pliable.
“Bark!” You snapped your fingers.
Almost immediately, the man let out a string of excited woofs, much to the delight of the audience. Laughs and scattered applause filled the tent, the loudest of laughs coming from the front row — from his presumed wife.
“Ladies and gentlemen! While I am using hypnotism for your pleasure and amusement today, I implore you… to consider that hypnotism can be used for good. It can be used to cure sicknesses of addiction, turn the fearful into the brave… or perhaps make someone fall in love with you.”
The man swayed languidly back and forth, following your graceful fingers as they swept through air. You brought the man’s attention to you with one finger, whispering soft words of release. You snapped your fingers for a final time and the man came to, dropped back into his own reality in a mess of confusion and wobbly knees. Unbeknownst to you, this regular Joe wasn’t the only man unsteady on his feet. A dozen or so yards away, the beloved Lobster Boy was drunkenly stumbling into your trailer, looking for some more booze to drown his woes.
As he stood in front of your cabinet, he surveyed the collection. Dried herbs, crystals, some of those cards that he’d seen the travelling gypsies use… and a ton of bottles. Scanning until he found something that most resembled some liquor — though everything was questionable — Jimmy palmed the one of the two largest bottles, lifting it to the light to get a better look. The dark liquid sloshed heavily around inside, and while he knew he was drunk, he could’ve sworn it sparkled.
Flipping the cork out with his thumb, Jimmy pinched his nose, squeezed his eyes shut and threw the contents of the bottle into the back of his throat, having enough to sense to avoid whatever taste was going to meet him. Whatever it was went down smoothly, leaving a syrupy, sweet coating on his throat. A line of deep burgundy trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his tongue flicked out to catch it.
“Hooo,” he grimaced and shuddered hard enough to lose his grip on the bottle. It clattered to the floor loudly. “That’s rough.”
His throat felt warm, but the feeling started in his thighs, of all places. Underneath his dusty black jeans, the muscles felt like he’d gone and pressed them against a bed of coals. It was hot in Jupiter, not that hot — but Jimmy Darling felt like he had the fever of the century. Sweat beaded at his hairline, running salty ribbons down his temples.
And then, he felt it. Concealed in his cotton briefs, heat rushed to his groin at breakneck speed. It couldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds for his cock to stand at attention as though he’d been working it up all night. His jeans tented and the pressure wasn’t very forgiving. No, it was downright painful. The blood switched heads and he could think of nothing else but you. Jimmy wanted to be inside you, feeling your weeping cunt clench with each thrust. He wanted to lick his fingers clean of your — “Come on!”
Jimmy drew the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping at the sweat. As the seconds ticked by, his body temperature continued to climb. He knew he had to do something before he actually became a lobster, bright red and steaming. With one hand, Jimmy unbuckled his pants and yanked the button free of its slit. The small give in restriction allowed his stiff cock to breathe, but Jimmy pulled the elastic of his briefs under his balls, wincing at the static electric feeling that physical touch brought.
His cock sprung free, bouncing heavily. It looked full, and pre-cum was already leaking out the velvet soft tip. He couldn’t describe it mentally any other way — needs emptyin’.
You had graciously taken one more participant before making your way back to your caravan, pulling your high heels off as soon as you were out of the tent. You padded softly across the grass, humming some disjointed melody. The tips had been good tonight, and you’d been looking forward to the iced tea in your tiny little fridge all day. "…Gotta’ hank o’ hair and a piece o’ bone and made a walkin’-talkin’ honeycomb.”
Stepping onto the wood crates that served as doorsteps, you pulled the door towards you, still singing quietly.
“…well uh honeycomb, wontcha’ be my baby, well uh honeycomb wontcha’ be my own — ”
With your index finger still curled around the handle of the screen door, your body froze, voice leaving your throat. Jimmy Darling leaned against your bed. Not just that — Jimmy Darling leaned against your bed, caramel locks plastered to his forehead with sweat. His pants were undone in his lap, and his fused fingers were glistening with his own cum. You’d only looked at it for a split second before you clamped your hand over your eyes, but it wasn’t soon enough to stop the visual searing its way into your brain. The way the swollen, red tip slid through his conjoined fingers as he clumsily tried to jerk himself off…
At the sound of the door, Jimmy immediately started crawling towards you, muttering desperate words of gratitude. Like a hound on the scent of a rabbit, his nose had clocked the earthy sweetness of your perfume oil the second you’d walked in. He needed to get closer to it and to you. There was another smell — a sweeter one — that he licked off his lips as he made a beeline for you.
“Oh, baby, baby, baby….” He growled low, words separated by hiccups. “I’m real glad you’re here. I messed up… uhhuuummmm - real bad.”
On his knees in front of you, Jimmy wrapped his hands around your legs, claws stroking the backs of your knees. Paired with the fact that he’d never called you baby, the contrast of his warm, strong hands against your delicate legs gripped your core, setting the first trap of arousal. A moment later, his lips collided with your shins, feverishly peppering kisses along them as he worked his way up.You closed your eyes, exhaling hard through your nose.
His head dove under your skirt and you let out a shrill yelp.
“J-Jimmy Darling! Stop, stop!” You wrenched your leg from his grip, his slick fingers gliding off your calf muscle as you hastily stepped around him. “What in the hell has gotten into you!?”
He fell forward onto his hands, letting out a sound you’d never heard a man make. His dick hung heavy between his legs and thick strands of pre-cum swelled from the tip, stringing to the floor with every slight movement of his hips. His lust just wouldn’t stop yelling, drowning out every other rational thought he had. It was as loud as when Elsa brought her megaphone to the stage, shouting orders at the top of her lungs -- louder maybe. Jimmy reached for his aching cock to give it a few desperate pumps, tightening his grip as he drew towards the base. The sensation crippled him, bringing him forward onto his face. …so damn sensitive…. I need her…..
He’d always been able to satisfy himself, even as drunk as he was now; after every meeting with the Girls, when some gal in the crowd got a little too flirty — he’d never had an issue taking himself in his pincers and rubbing one out. But this… this wasn’t enough and he was damn tired.
Every cell in your body was begging you to keep staring at the way he handled himself, alternating between stroking the thick shaft, and doing quick, smaller thrusts to stimulate the ruby tip. Jimmy groaned into the vinyl floor of your trailer as he decorated it with strings of white.
Did he just cum…?
Underneath your skirt, your cunt fluttered with a bloom of heat.
Although it had been difficult to walk away, you somehow managed and stopped just short of your kitchen counter, which had been converted into a short shelf. All of your tonics, amulets and tools of your craft were neatly arranged there. Were. They were…. Previously. The empty space in your cabinet was suddenly very apparent.
Suddenly noticing that you had left — or maybe he smelled that you had left, Jimmy’s lids peeled away from each other. He turned his head just enough to stare up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. The curve of your ass underneath your skirt made his dick twitch upwards, reaching for relief. With his cheek smashed against the vinyl flooring, Jimmy’s words were distorted behind you. “Aaah— you’re sucha’…. dream Dolly, you know that?”
You closed your eyes, kicking your foot to the side. It collided with something, with an unmistakable tink! just like you’d predicted it would. Sucking in another deep breath, you dropped your gaze to your feet. A very empty amber bottle had been tossed haphazardly to the floor.
You heard him shuffling to his feet behind you, catching himself on whatever surface was near enough for him to grip. Through ragged pants, he continued. “I’ve always thought that — ever since you got here, the very first day…. Laid eyes on you and thought ‘Hot damn! We’ve got a sex-pot headlining.’ Youkn—”
“Jimmy…?” you asked, warningly. Planting both of your hands firmly on the counter, you pacified your mind, lassoing it in from the field of panic-stricken thoughts. “Tell me you didn’t drink this whole thing….”
Instead of dispelling your fears, a broad chest pressed against your back and two arms wound themselves around the front of your hips. Jimmy’s body felt like a furnace against yours, and the sudden pressure between your ass cheeks had you clawing the laminate countertop like a feral animal.
He’s still hard as a rock…
He was sweaty and smelled like sun and liquor; a smell that you’d become very attracted to in the few weeks you’d been here. Every time he passed by, you’d inhale, filling your lungs with it. He kissed the nape of your neck like he’d just got home from work, missing you all day.
“How many times have you orgasmed?” You didn’t want to know the answer.
“Mmm, only uh’ couple times…. I’m sss-sorry baby…” he slurred, pressing his face into your hair, loudly inhaling the scent of it. His voice was barely a whisper, but it was so close to your ear, it sent shivers down your spine. “You aren’t mad at me, are ya?”
His little mistake wasn’t about having too much of his Mama’s hooch in that little flask she carried around. Well, maybe that too… You’d got those potions from a lady in New Orleans in 1946 and she’d warned you about the dosage… “a silver teaspoon, nothin’ more, you understand?” She said it came straight from Marie Laveau and wasn’t to be trifled with. Jimmy Darling had consumed a whole bottle and now, his swollen cock was dribbling into the cotton fabric of your skirt.
“No,” you breathed shakily, reaching up to press your middle finger to the bridge of your nose. “I’m not… but you’re in for a real storm, Jimmy Darling. It’s — was— love potion, you know that?”
“Love potion, huh? Didn’t think that was real.” He questioned lazily how to fix it, more interested in his hands sliding up your stomach, manoeuvring until they’d found skin.
“You have to do what you were put on Earth to do. That basic instinct — and I sure I wish I could tell you once would be enough. But Jimmy,” you paused, inhaling sharply. “The dose for a man of your size is a teaspoon.”
“A man of my size…” Woozy chuckles vibrated your shoulders. “Seems like you’re the gal to see — you know an awful lot about it.”
Frustrated, you cocked your hip to the side, doing your best to sort out the thoughts. You knew the only solution was to fuck it out of his system, but you hadn’t really thought you’d be ending your night with him. Jimmy let out a loud moan, bucking his hips further in between your legs. You felt the heat of it, searing through the thin fabric. He bucked again and rolled his forehead along your shoulders, whining.
“Hooo…. you can’t move like that, baby. I’ll flip.”
You whimpered his name as you lifted your eyes to the ceiling, cursing whatever deities were looking down on you, waiting on bated breath for your next move. You’d waited a long time for something like this. So long in fact, that you had almost turned to waving your enchanting fingers in front of his face, like one of the ticket-holders, hypnotising him to look at you for longer than a few minutes. Instead, his mercurial alcoholism had planted him right in front of you. Well, behind you.
With his hips still rutting into you, grinding incessantly, he murmured into your ear: “I’m sorry I’m actin’ this way… but you haveta’ help me, baby…. Help me, please… I’m gonna’ lose my mind if I do—“
“I know, Jimmy.”
As you walked your legs out to the sides, you hoisted the back of your skirt above your ass. Watching intently, he backed his hips up allowing you room to reach between your legs and search for him. Your fingertips grazed the base, just above his balls. With a final prayer that Jimmy Darling wouldn’t forget about you as soon as the potion had run its course in his body, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, already slick with a generous coating of pre-cum, and guided him in between your thighs.
Jimmy’s hands were suddenly at your hips, taking fistfuls of your skirt and shoving it up towards the small of your back. With a grunt, he wound one of his claws around the hem of your satin underwear, wiggling it down from one side. He thrust his hips forward and the hot tip slipped past your entrance, grinding into your clit from the underside.
Jimmy’s low, honey voice was reduced to high pitched whimpers and broken whines. Your insides pulsed with a hungry need…
“Hoh-god…”
“No,” you spat. “This isn’t right, not like this. Jimmy, I really —“
He didn’t let you finish. Conjoined fingers gripped your biceps hard, spinning you around so fast, the intent was blurry. For a minute, his face was contorted, frustrated and the way his chest heaved wound a nervous coil in your stomach.
Instead of striking you, or whatever you thought he was going to do, Jimmy crushed his lips against you, desperate for any sort of erotic contact. His hands found their way to your breasts, cupping them, while his thumb flicked at your nipples over the fabric. “I gotta’ have you, honey…”
You pursed your lips, tightening them into a thin line. In one fluid, frustrated motion, you pulled your shirt over your head. You unclasped your bra, holding his gaze and barked: “Then, take me.”
He forced his tongue into your mouth. You remembered the time you’d bit into a honeycomb as a child. As sweet as you thought it would be, and as sweet as it was, there was something very overwhelming about it. There was a word for it — cloying. As he explored your mouth, Jimmy tasted bitter, and cloyingly sweet… and god, was he drooling? There was so much spit that you had to swallow a mouthful just to avoid choking. His tongue wrestled with yours, teeth biting at your lips until they were red and swollen.
Your lids snapped open and you felt your pupils dilate. A warm, sweet heat rose from the base of your throat, filling your mouth. There were hints of honey, and spices, and underneath a very bitter fruitiness.
Oh… oh no.
He didn’t know what was going on inside of you, but he revelled in the way you started moaning and whimpering into his mouth, grinding your cunt against his groin. Jimmy’s hands dropped to grip the soft, pillowy flesh of your hips, his thumb pressing into the softness. “Fuck baby, your body… you can’t see these hips under that skirt you wear all the time.”
“This ain’t enough,” he cooed, pushing you towards your small sofa-bed with kisses. “I need to fill you up, Y/N….”
You were more than willing to let him guide you to the bed; though you knew the majority of your disposition was due to you already having a big, silly crush on him. Jimmy lowered himself down, one knee at a time, keeping his eyes locked on the table laid in front of him.
Hastily, Jimmy pulled your skirt to the floor, kicking it behind him. He made quick work of your underwear too — though those didn’t join the pile of clothes. He lifted those, the satin fabric dangling from one of his thickened fingers, swaying back and forth. You did your best to avoid looking at the wet spot you’d left in the crotch of them, though Jimmy seemed to have locked onto that and only that.
“Pink, huh?”
You chewed your bottom lip bashfully. “I’m not all crystal balls and veils, Jimmy…”
At those words, his eyes flashed to your cunt, pupils dilating. He chucked your underwear over his shoulder, refocusing his attention onto you. Jimmy spread your pussy with his knuckles, exposing the pink, glistening flesh. His laboured breaths slowed as he focused, watching every clench and twitch. “Baby, baby, baby….”
He was just staring at it. Your cunt ached as he teased it with feather-light touches.
“Can I?”
You moaned, asking for clarification. Not that you needed it — he could do whatever he wanted to you and he wouldn’t hear a peep of protest from you. You were a mess, like butter in his claws.
“Can I eat it, baby? I’m hungry… I’m a growin’ boy…”
It took a lot of effort to lift your head to look at him. You were swimmy; everything felt rose-tinted.
“Yeah,” you nodded, wetting your throat. “Yeah, Jimmy, but I think if you grow any more… we’ll have a problem.”
He let out a breathy chuckle, pausing to look at himself. It was true; his cock had never been this hard, and the tip was such a deep red that it was heading to plum.
With one segment buried deep inside your slick cunt and the other curled back towards his palm, Jimmy leaned in. His plush lips pressed tenderly against her, tongue slipping out to taste her in between kisses. You strained against his grip, writhing like a worm on a hook.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, finally pulling away from her. His chin was glistening — you almost wanted to apologise for the mess you’d made. He didn't seem to mind though, as he reached up, wiping at his chin with his hand. The way his thick, fleshy segments looked coated in your wetness, the way they caught the dull, yellow lighting of your trailer — it was enough to make you cum right then and there. You collapsed back on the bed in a mess of whimpers and Jimmy took that opportunity to dive back in.
He caved his tongue to envelop your clit, the vibrations of his moans sending a shockwave through your core. Before he started pumping his fingers in and out, Jimmy Darling did something that could’ve sent you into another dimension; he just sucked at your clit, flicking his tongue over the most sensitive spot he could.
He slurped at your cunt like an ice cream cone, one that was melting faster than he could catch — but he did a damn good job of getting every drop. He was loud and sloppy. He’s so hungry for it…
Your body trembled violently as you came, grinding against his mouth as long as you could before he backed up, dipping his head further in between your legs so he could feel the clench of your orgasm around his tongue.
He straightened up with a satisfied ‘Mmm’, jerking his head to the side with a smile. “Sweet as candy, baby…”
Crossing his arms over his torso, Jimmy pulled his white undershirt up and over his shoulders before tossing it behind him. Ribbons of sweat streamed down the tanned skin, leaving glittering lines across his chest.
“Jimmy,” you whined. “Hand me the other bottle.”
He obeyed, reaching behind him for it. His big hand closed around the cool, brown glass, and brought the cork to his mouth. His teeth clamped down and yanked it free. A small whiff of the potion inside made his eyes roll back, but he quickly regained control, looking down at you with a devilish little smirk. He knew exactly what you’d planned to do. He took one generous gulp, swallowed, and said:
“Open up, toots.”
You obeyed, and Jimmy Darling poured the love potion — too, too much of it down your throat. You coughed, sputtering some of it onto the pillow of your bottom lip, and he lapped it up.
The devil worked fast, but hoodoo potions worked faster.
Sweat beaded up from every pore, coating your body in an aroused sheen. You’d felt like you’d been sunbathing all afternoon, with no lake or pool in sight. You felt like your cunt was on fire. It had a heartbeat as strong as the one encased in your ribs. You had one thing on your mind — and that thing was stroking himself as he watched the change in you.
“Ohhhh, shit….” He took a deep breath, inhaling the pheromones that had abruptly filled the tiny space. You smelled them too, and the adrenaline dump made your muscles quiver. Jimmy’s dark brown eyes were wild as they locked onto your eyes, his cheeks flushed red. “Oh, now we’re cookin’.”
You jerked forward. You needed him, you needed every bit of him and the idea of teasing him drove you wild. You raked your nails along his heated stomach, tracing a line of hair the colour of brown sugar, following it down to a bush of the same shade. With your bottom lip swelling between your teeth, you planted both hands on his torso and dropped your head between your shoulders to tease him with your breath. You exhaled over the reddened tip, watching in delight as it twitched closer to you. Your lips ghosted over it, suctioning around just the tip. You swallowed, and opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue flop onto the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck…FUCK!”
Jimmy came undone, clenching his teeth as he bucked his hips against your mouth. Up and down, your head bobbed, stroking his cock with your mouth. Your cheeks caved as you hungrily swallowed the ropes of cum that hit the back of your throat.
That didn’t last long. With a strong hand, he guided you back, pushing you back onto the bed. You felt the mattress shift to Jimmy’s weight as he climbed behind you.
“C’mere, baby… lay this way.”
He guided you into a horizontal positioning, curling his body behind yours. His chest pressed against your back, warm and slick with sweat. His soft lips scattered kisses along the nape of your neck, down your shoulder.
Jimmy gripped your leg at the thigh, holding it straight. His cock was rock hard, and a thick, clear glob of pre-cum welled from the slit on his head as he lined up to your swollen, aching pussy. Your jaws ache at the sight of it, wanting to smear it over your lips like a gloss.
“You wanna’….” He inhaled a shaky breath. “You wanna’ feel the motion of the ocean, baby?”
You squeaked out a ‘yeah’. After nuzzling his nose behind your ear, The Lobster Boy jerked his hips so hard that the stretch of your cunt had you wincing and grinding your teeth together. But god, that feels so good… He sunk in, bottoming out almost right away — but the rhythm that boy had…. He was fast. He was fast, and he whined every time your cunt had swallowed half, shuddering the rest of it in. Every few thrusts, Jimmy would bunny-hump you with his cock deep inside, revelling in the way your cunt hugged his girth — squeezed it, even.
You, on the other hand, were feeling like your body was going to burst into flames at any moment. Your pussy had hardly had any time to recover, but you screamed out another orgasm, pulsating around The Lobster Boy.
He pulled out quickly, his ink-pool eyes glittering with a new position. With his dick secured in his hand, Jimmy got to his feet, stepping carefully off onto the floor. He let go to snatch you at the waist and wrench you harshly to the edge of the bed.
“Go, Jimmy…”
He pulled you forward slowly, dipping his chin to his chest to watch as your walls clenched around him. Your pussy was blush-red and swollen; a visual he’d treasure for the rest of his life. Once the tip of his head stretched past your entrance, Jimmy yanked your hips back against his. Hard. The sound your cheeks made when they slapped against his stomach drove him wild, and whatever apprehensions he had about hurting you went out the window.
Through unhesitating thrusts, he asked: “Doesit’ feel good, baby?”
You could only nod, seeing the ceiling of your trailer vibrate each time your bodies connected. The trailer has to be moving — he’s shaking the trailer, oh god.
“Say my name again.”
“Ji-Jimmy… oh my god, Jimmy!”
You were two orgasms in, and he was pounding a third out of you. The muscles in your legs were quivering, and losing strength quickly. Your vision was overexposed and twinkly, tears stained your cheeks.
“Jimmy - wait - wait, it’s too—“
You whimpered desperately, your fingers dropping away from your overstimulated clit. Jimmy straightened up, one hand moved to your shoulder, leaving the other still clamped on your hip. Your shrill screams were loud enough to break the barrier of your trailer, but when he tightened his grip on your shoulder to use it as leverage, you didn’t care.
He was fucking you deeper and harder than you’d ever been fucked, and maybe than he’d ever fucked. Blinded by ecstasy, he couldn’t hear a word. Every carnal instinct he had kicked into full-drive, galloping towards the finish line of pumping you full of his seed.
You turned your head, screaming into the mattress as your pussy shuddered one final time, leaking the wettest orgasm you’d ever had onto his cock. She clenched around his tip like a vice, and the sensation drove Jimmy to the edge.
The knot inside Jimmy unravelled all at once. He let out a deafening groan, spilling his pent-up load into you. Gush after gush flowed into you, and you could feel the hot fluid leaking from your cunt, splashing onto your thighs with each determined thrust he gave.
Eventually, his thrusts became spasmodic, shakily slowing to a stop. He collapsed atop you, and reached between your bodies, to tug his softening cock out of you, humming at the sensation.
“Y’know… I really do have the hots for you, baby…. I haven’t slept with a single girl since you waltzed in.”
He exhaled hard. “I gotta’ sleep, doll. I gotta.”
By the time you sat up and slipped your arms into a robe that was draped over a chair, Jimmy was already asleep. The way he curled up on your too-small bed, naked, one hand hanging off the side was easily one of the cutest things you’d seen since drifting to Jupiter. You wouldn’t know until he woke up, but if he was telling the truth…. You’d spend every last day worshipping the ground he walked on.
A delicate rapping pulled your attention from Jimmy, who had already started breathing deep in his sleep. Delicately, you pulled a blanket of yours over his bottom half, not wanting whoever was at the door to see him in all his glory.
You made your way to the door in no particular hurry, still floating Cloud Nine. Eventually, you toed open the door and leaned sleepily against the doorframe. The robe barely covered your chest, but at the sight of the visitor, all worries left.
“Have you seen Jimmy?” Maggie asked, her tone of perpetual annoyance making you smile. “I needed t—
“I have,” you cooed. “I sure have.”
Like the nosy bitch you knew she was, she poked her head in. It didn’t take her long to find him, and hear his soft snoring.
“Oh, drop dead twice,” she muttered, retreating.
You stopped, an amused smirk twisting your lips. So, she had wanted him. Clocked that one. “What, and look like you?”
Her wide eyes narrowed into slits, lips pursed indignantly. With a toss of her dirty blonde hair, she marched off towards the tent, fists clenched at your sides.
You might’ve felt bad for the poor wretch if Jimmy Darling’s cum wasn’t dripping down your thigh. Might’ve.
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dykepuffs · 5 months
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Got reminded about Tinkatink-Tinkatuff-Tinkaton today and just... Christ.
I thought we were better now about slurs and accidental* racism in media, even media that we like?
But there's a Pokemon that is known for stealing scrap metal and getting into fights, that's so hostile that public services can't run in areas where it congregates, it's moveset in all forms starts with "Pickpocket" - And call it "Tink" - That feels like too many coincidences, all around the nucleus of the stereotypes of Nawken, Scottish Gypsy Travellers, Mincéirs or Irish Travellers, Romany Gypsies and Romani people as a whole.
(Note on language use: I'm using Traveller with a capital T throughout this, to mean collectively the nomadic peoples of the UK and Ireland, which includes both Romani and non-Romani people. Mincéirs are an Indigenous people of Ireland who also live in significant numbers in the UK, and Nawken are a nomadic Scottish people with distinct culture and language different to settled Scots language and Scottish people)
First: "Tink" and "Tinker" is a common slur for Travellers and especially for Nawken and Mincéirs in the UK and Ireland, especially in Scotland, Ireland and Northern England. It comes from the historic profession of tinsmithing - mostly cold-working tin and sheet metal to make small items like water jugs and plates - Which is an archetypal "traditional Traveller profession". It's not the kind of slur that anyone particularly reclaims, especially "Tink", and is still very much a modern term of abuse that usually presages violence.
It's still used innocuously as a verb- Like "He tinkers with old radios and classic cars" but it's not something that can be used as a noun, calling someone "a tinker" or even more so "a tink" is unambiguously offensive and a term of racial abuse. Old white people might call a mischievous small child "a little tinker" but that is in the same way as white people will say "a little sa*age" - they're saying "This child is like the Uncivilised (racialised) People" (Closely related- This is also why I have zero sense of humour about white gorjers describing themselves as "feral" in any context - Unless you have actually been the focus of a moral panic about "feral kids" then please, don't)
(Also, yes, Tinkerbell is a somewhat dodgy name. Who would have thought that the same racist Scottish guy who wrote awful stereotypes of Native Americans and First Nations people into his fantasy might also use a term of abuse along with common racist tropes about Nawken - That they're angry, tricksters, and nebulously magical-mystical - in creating another character, and then Disney the notably racist corporation that made the notably racist adaptation of the book just kept it.)
Common stereotypes in the UK and Ireland of Travellers is that we're violent, and thieves, and especially that we steal scrap metal and live in scrapyards, or that our trailers are always surrounded by scrap metal and fly-tipped rubbish. Ambulances, fire engines, and notably taxis often refuse to attend to Traveller sites. Common stereotypes of Travellers everywhere, and especially of Roma, is that we're pickpockets.
From Bulbapedia's Tinkaton article:
"Tinkaton is intelligent and has a reckless personality. It swings its hammer at rocks to send them into the sky, aiming to hit flying corviknight. This Pokémon will also steal anything that it wants and take it back to its dwelling. It has been observed using its hammer like a bed to sleep on."
And from the violet pokedex:
The hammer tops 220 pounds, yet it gets swung around easily by Tinkaton as it steals whatever it pleases and carries its plunder back home.
From Wikipedia's Tinkaton article:
Highly intelligent and daring, they steal items to bring back to their lair, while using their hammer to launch projectiles at their natural prey, the flying Pokémon Corviknight. As a result of this predatory behavior, Corviknight has been unable to provide a taxi service to humans within the region where Tinkaton is found.
From the scarlet and violet pokedex entries for Tinkatuff:
This Pokémon will attack groups of Pawniard and Bisharp, gathering metal from them in order to create a large and sturdy hammer.
These Pokémon make their homes in piles of scrap metal. They test the strength of each other's hammers by smashing them together.
I don't have a great conclusion just it's annoying to see all the talk of Tinkaton being a fan-favourite whilst totally missing the really unfortunate implications of the name, which get worse when paired with the description.
Small Edit: The reason this has made me so miserable today was hearing about a friend's son, who is 8 or 9, and Nawken, and who'd been playing pokemon at school this week with his classmates and they somehow got it into their heads to start calling him Tinkatink and leaving crushed cans and forks and stuff in his desk. Little kids like nothing more than finding a loophole that lets them say a Bad Word (see also "But miss, I was just calling her a female dog! And was asking if her cat smelled bad! I wanted to know what CUNTry he was from hahaha" etc) and this seems to have fallen into the loophole.
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You've probably answered this lots before, but: do you have a fairly clear hierarchy of favourites among the Royal Ballet principals? And your favourite role or two for each? :-) Also: of the recent retirees, who would you most like to see guesting?
Also a) thank you so much for obtaining the info that it'll be Nela and Ball for that "Winter's Tale" stream! Partner and I have got our tickets booked to see it at the Cineworld in Aberdeen. <3 It's the ballet that got me properly back into ballet, when I watched it during lockdown, and just: yay. :-)
And b) your blog has just been so lovely and helpful in growing my ballet knowledge! And your gifs are superb, and your Matthew Ball love is validating. :D
Also also: do you have any favourites among the Scottish Ballet dancers? I was lucky enough to see "Cinders" on tour, and I was so impressed with both Bruno Micchiardi (as Cinders) and Jessica Fyfe (as Princess Louise), but I am no expert.
I think someone asked me for a ranking of all the principals some time ago, but I can't even find the post anymore; I don't mind one bit answering this again! <3
If I have to talk strictly about my faves, it goes like this:
Nunez (eheh!): if have to narrow down her most iconic roles I have to give you at least three (please bear with me, I'm doing my best), which are O/O, Kitri and Aurora.
Takada: Titania and O/O. I'm just so very sorry that she's been more injured than not lately. I miss her.
Hayward: Juliet and any Ashton role I can think of (rhapsody, enigma variations, those bits of Titania we got, etc.). I also think she makes one of the best Claras out there.
Kaneko: O/O (saw her live in the BS pdd and the White Adagio with Vadim and it was life changing, bye). Also her Gypsy girl in the two pigeons is iconic. Special mention for her Aurora.
Lamb: Manon. Signature role. Was born to play it. I also really love her Mary Vetsera and her Aurora.
I'm a bit uncertain if I should include Anna Rose or not...sometimes I really love her, but overall I'd like her to be more consistent. But I'll say she was born to play Juliet.
Muntagirov: he's more versatile than people give him credit for, and really has the whole package, but I'd say his best roles are Siegfried and De Grieux.
Ball: he's such an outstanding actor that it's hard to choose, but I'm going with Romeo and Albrecht.
Bracewell: another wonderful Romeo right here, and I was blown away by his Hamlet in the Ashton insights.
Mcrae: Oberon and Rudolph for sure.
Sambè: sorry to repeat myself but we have another great Romeo right here. From what I've seen he makes also a great Colas.
As for retirees, the one that I really wish was still performing is Roberta Marquez, though maybe she isn't exactly a recent one. Out of the most recent ones I only miss Federico Bonelli because he always brought something special to his performances, although I have to say that the struggles and limitations that come with age were very visible in the last couple of years (his Siegfried variation in the SL cinema relay with Takada comes to mind).
As for the winter's tale I'm really happy to see someone who appreciates it as much as I do! I think it's a truly lovely ballet, one of the few modern classics that really stuck with me. You're very welcome for the info and I hope you'll have a great time at the theatre...unfortunately I found out that it won't be streamed in my country, so I'm going to miss out on it 😤
Thanks for all your lovely compliments they're more appreciated than I can say! 😭🩵🙏
Scottish Ballet is one of those companies that I wish had more footage available, because bits I do get to see are really impressive. I'm kind of familiar with Constance Devernay, Bethany kingsley-garner and Andrew Peasgood because I've seen them in the recordings of The Fairy's Kiss and The Snow Queen, and I seriously enjoyed those performances!
I wish there was a full recording of Cinders because both the trailer and the rehearsal look amazing! Jessica Fyfe is a really delicate and expressive dancer from the clips I've seen of her, and both her and Micchiardi impressed me in the rehearsal poste on YT, cause the intentions and mannerisms in their dancing were so clear: I immediately caught up on the reversal of Cinders gender and that she was the princess even though I hadn't read about the novelty introduced by this production beforehand, but everything was immediately clear thanks to their attention to detail.
The little I've seen from this company makes me wish for more!
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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 169- Gypsy Origins Part 2 of 3
Summary: Hypnotized under Haldir's mind manipulation, Josselyn continues her many truths of troublesome, but relevant past.
*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, sexual content, smoking, drinking
Chapter characters: Haldir, Josselyn(Delphine), Harker, Jemma, Bellamey, Toones, Carl, Narcisse, Catherine, Julian, Caroline, Cassandra, Legolas, Tauriel, Zeddicus
Chapter word count: 7,386
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Josselyn was becoming very agitated in her hypnotic state after she spoke of witnessing Harker's big bad wolf persona and Haldir knew he had to tread carefully on how hard he pushed her traumatic memories out under his spell of truth, for too much stress could cause her to forget everything, even who she was. Even so, it was more important to him to keep you and Leeanduil safe and that meant finding out everything she knew about Harker, Sarah and Caroline, so he held her hand to pass his calming effects through her as he asked her to slowly continue. Her pale lips quivered for a moment at his unexpected touch and as the elf's magic kicked in, she softly exhaled and began again.
"Harker...he's telling me we are packing up and leaving for the castle in Dorwinion to set up his carnival for a weekend summer solstice celebration. We should be at a base camp outside the borders come first light. I am happy I get to go but...I remember Thomas' words about this castle. About the reigning warlock lord being of both darkness and light. Was he dark like Harker? What will I do there? He does not mention Ravenna and he seems calm, considering what I did to him. The gash on his hand has healed. Is he still angry about that? I feel unsettled as I remember last year's solstice when he killed my father and took me and my mother as his property. I wish I would have stuck that silver dagger in his heart. He certainly does not like silver.
All but two small trailers are being loaded and locked up. Two guards and two servants remain to guard the children in the underground caverns. We are moving now. I am chained in his trailer and forced to listen to him defile my mother all night...but strangely, she sounds like she is enjoying it. I am covering my ears. I am helpless. I am scared he will take me too, but he does not.
It is a blue sky morning. We are arriving at a clearing. I can see the towers of a castle peaking over the trees through the blacked out windows that can only be seen out of.
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Harker's men are heading out on the morning hunt for food while his carnies set up the camp. Three of them are summoned and are coming inside. They scare me. My mother once called them freaks. That word is not permitted by Harker. He says if you laugh at them, you laugh at him. She doesn't call them that anymore.
Harker is bringing me out to the living quarters and is holding me close against him with a smile. Something is different about him. He...he's nicer to me and is telling them of the day's plans. He is looking at them from left to right as he speaks their names.
Mr. Bellamey, Mr. Toones, Mr. Carl. I'm sure you remember young Josselyn here?
They are silent and staring at me. They're not smiling. They don't like me. I think they are all jealous of me. Especially Carl. I..I think he is really a woman. He has breasts.
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She will be assisting with the evening's celebration and you all will show her the ropes.
Carl is speaking. He's pouty and not happy.
That makes me mad. She is not our family. She's a plain Jane little girl.
Harker sits down and smiles.
Oh but she is family now and she is far from ordinary. She is a magical being in the making like you all were and soon to be a witch like me and she will be welcomed by you just as I have welcomed her.
I...I am shaking. My knees buckle and I drop on them. I tell him I don't understand.
You will my child, all in due time. You have taken in Ravenna's power. It is your to keep.
M...M..Master...keep? I...I did not, do not want it. It was an accident. I didn't know what I was doing. I had no control over it. I am old enough to understand that nothing from Ravenna is given freely. She was so angry. She wanted me dead.
He is leaning forward and placing his hand on my shoulder.
Dear one. You are safe now. She is not going to hurt you. She and I have come to an understanding about what happened.
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I am crying.
I..I don't want to be like her...like you. You killed my father. You kill children. You gave me to Ravenna. I would be dead right now if I were younger and why are you being so nice? I..I hurt you. I cut you with that dagger. This...this makes no sense.
It does not need to make sense. You will do as you are told. You are one of us now. It cannot be reversed. Now...the guards will be coming back with a big fat juicy elk to feast on. Oh how I do love the flesh of an elk. My boys here will show you how to prepare one and when we are all finished, we will head to the castle to set up the funfair that you will be a part of.
Y..y..y..you want...ME to..to...I...I can't! It's an animal....I feel sick.
He's leaning forward again. There is a brown leather string wrapped around his hand and it has a white crystal hanging from it. He's holding it up and speaking words I do not understand. I can't free my eyes. It is forcing me to do as he is commanding. I...I don't want to do it!!!"
Haldir had to momentarily stop her. He was disgusted. Somewhat at himself, for he was doing the same thing to her by forcing her to do what she did not want to do, but more so over the fact that he knew this verbosely needed story was only going to get worse and that Josselyn would be very resentful of him when it was over.
"You do not have to do it. I need you to move forward to the arrival at the castle. Continue from there."
"I am walking with Harker and my mother on the biggest lawn I have ever seen. It is on the bay of the black sea. I feel awkward and nervous. Harker gave me a beautiful red dress to wear. My mother is wearing her usual gypsy attire but she...is very different. She does not seem fearful anymore, but proud to be at Harker's side.
I see people, children, games and tents of many colors everywhere. There are boat rides on the inlet river. I smell such delicious food. I hear music, laughter and a....a tiger's roar I think?? I see it. There's an awful woman poking him with a stick through the bars of his cage. She's teaching a small child to do it!!! I cannot watch. A man reprimands her and scoops up the blonde boy. I cannot see the man's face. He carries a sword on his hip. I hear him. He's stern but calm to not scare the child. He tells her that is not something to teach a child, let alone her 3 year old son, for it is dangerous and idiotic, nor should she ever do it to an animal. He says she should know better and she is heartless and cruel. He hands the child to a woman servant and tells her to take Francis to see the horses. He leaves and is heading this way. She call his name, Stephane, and stops him. They argue. I can now see his face.
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He's so beautiful. He dresses nothing like Harker except for the leather. He is kingly and ageless. The woman leaves and he's now coming to greet us. There's an aroma of peppermint. I...feel warm and giddy...my...my stomach feels strange when he speaks. Like butterflies are in it. I don't know why. His eyes. They are so blue.
Ahhh...Harker. You have arrived. And who are these two gorgeous creatures on your arm?
He is ogling my mother. All men do. She is beautiful and her attire is and always was very revealing of her breasts and stomach.
Lord Narcisse. What a glorious day yes? To have such eye candy at my side. This is Josselyn and Jemma. They will be assisting in tonight's festivities and Jemma, my newly acquired wife, will entertain us in the after dark jamboree. Jemma. Give Stephane a glimpse of your...talents.
Wife?? I feel sick. My heart is racing and I am speechless as she lifts her skirt and happily flaunts her body to Narcisse in front of everyone. What has Harker done to her?? I see a diamond ring on her finger. It is not the one my father gave her.
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My my. Well now Harker. Eye candy indeed. I must say am very impressed with your choice of a bride and I am highly looking forward to some carousing this night in celebration of your union, although I can see I am going to receive an earful over this delightful display.
Narcisse is looking over at Catherine. She is glaring at him. She picks up a stick and storms off.
Harker is greatly amused.
Trouble in paradise with the ever so annoying Catherine?
Far from paradise and annoying to say the least. Wretched unbearable woman seems more fitting.
The two men are laughing.
Narcisse. I notice you have more security than you normally do at the funfairs. Has something happened for such a need that I need to be aware of for the safety of my own people?
I...well. I do not want to alarm anyone, but there have been reports relayed to me of children going missing in close proximity of here and with the many children I house here, one can never be too careful.
Ahhh, yes. I see. Such a shame. Who would do such a thing?
The warlock lord, he does not seem of darkness like Thomas had told me, just unhappy which does not make him evil, but it could be an act like Harker's is. I... I don't like this. I despise Harker. I want to scream out loud that it's Harker! I don't think Lord Narcisse knows what he does. He would certainly never have dealings with Harker if he knew because he seems to genuinely love children.
The tiger is roaring again. Lord Narcisse is suddenly angry.
If you all will excuse me for now. I must tend to Blaze. His bellows have Catherine's name in them. Oh...before I forget. Harker, your brother is here with his also annoying woman. Jemma...Josselyn.
He bows to us and leaves. My stomach drops. Did he mean Ravenna and the evil goblin King are here?
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I cannot hold my panic in any longer. I ask Harker if Ravenna is here with Jareth. He is laughing. He says no. They would never come here. He and Narcisse are enemies. He tells me he has another brother who is Lord Narcisse's good friend. I'm secretly hoping he is nice like him. Surely he must be?"
Haldir's stance greatly stiffens with the mention of Julian and Caroline, for now he felt he was much closer to learning about Lola and Sarah.
"Tell me of the brother and woman. Did you meet them this night?"
"Yes...I..I smell something sweet like...honey and a hint of lilacs? It is overpowering the scent of grilled food. I hear a woman's voice behind us. She has an accent. Irish maybe? I turn to see a very stunning woman with porcelain skin. Her hair is long and fiery red with bangs. Her attire is Celtic much like my mother's and somewhat provocative. I sense darkness in her demeanor. Mostly in her eyes with the way she is looking upon me and my mother.
Well now. Harker, what do we have here? They're a bit old for your needs.
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Now Caroline, what business would that be of yours? I am surprised to even see you here with my brother since Stephane is not your favorite person. Where is Julian?
Where do you think? I sometimes wonder if he should have married Stephane instead with the way he's always up his arse.
She's smiling and walks up to me, touching my cheek.
My my sweet child. You're quite young and....how interesting. I sense some magic in you. Are you a good witch or a bad witch Dorothy?
Oh...I...I...am no witch ma'am. I am just a...
She is laughing and places her finger over my lips to silence me.
Oh indeed you are and a good one apparently with all the politeness, but that can always change. Do call me Caroline and you..are?
J...Josselyn.
What a pretty name. You're going to be quite powerful someday. A gypsy witch like me. I have always wanted to have a daughter like that. Harker, what do you say you give this one to me? She would make a great travel companion. I tend to get lonely when Julian does not want to go with me on my funfairs.
Why would I ever give such a prize to you?? She is no use to you, for she is not of your blood and you have nothing to offer me, for I want I want, you will not give.
And what use is she to you? You have another new toy I see, so you have no need for her...OR for my body. Let me have the girl or I could always let it slip to Julian and Stephane about your dirty little secret. If they were to know, they will surely kill you. Do you think I do not know of your dealings with Ravenna? Nothing gets past my sixth sense. It is your way of making it up to Jareth for what you did to him. I'll never understand what Jareth sees in that wretched cheating witch. I mean, she slept with Jasper, who is his FATHER, your father and Julian's father and instead of ridding of her, he rids of him and all his men and at the approval of your own mother! One twisted little Brady Bunch indeed.
Harker is laughing and I am holding back my tears.
And YOU, Caroline, of all people are not twisted with your blackmail and your willingness to keep such a secret just to get what you want? And what would you do if Julian were to be unfaithful to you sweet Caroline? We both know you would not be so sweet then.
Jules would never be that stupid and he happens to love me, something you know nothing of.
Because it is forbidden by our mother after our father's infidelity which is why she is quite displeased with Julian's love of you and then there's the little fact that he stole Ashmole from her. Oh yes, and let us not forget that he is the good son, the 7th son that was supposed to be the darkest and most powerful of us all. And he is rather stupid yes, for trying to convert Jareth to the light and for resurrecting him using that book. Look where that got him. Jareth has become the most powerful and now more wicked than ever. Now, enough talk of things we have already known for some time. As far as the girl, she is what one might refer to as a plea bargain. Oh, and I believe I've already mentioned...she...is...mine.
Is that so? Hmmm. I thought I smelled Ravenna all over this child. Somehow she has taken some of her magic, which cannot be undone and now she wants something in return for it. Am I getting warm about this plea bargain?? Do tell. It would seem though, that you really should make one with me and do it quickly. Julian is just over there and he has seen us.
Caroline is waving to a man in the far distance who is perched upon a swing set, talking and laughing with children. Harker is nervous and clutches his crystal.
I will not give her to you. I can only allow her to go with you, BUT, when the time comes, I will reclaim her and what she owes. Will that suffice for your silence?
As frightened as I am, I am also relieved. Anything is better than remaining with Harker and this woman seems nice, even in her conniving ways and I was right about Julian. Harker confirmed he was of light...but...I..I do not want to leave my mother. I am trying not to cry as I tell them so, but I fail.
But I...I...my mother...Mama, I..I don't want to leave you alone or even at all.
She is laughing. She does not even seem to care. She is cruel like Harker.
Ew. Do not call me that! Children should be seen and not heard, remember? And I will not be alone. I have my new love Harker to keep me company in every way. You will only put a damper on our fun with your whining.
Caroline steps beside me and holds my hand. I..I smell chamomile, like sweet apples laced with red clover flowers. I hear a man's angelic voice behind us, a British accent.
Do not listen dear child. A mother does not always know best.
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His hair is long, golden and tied back. His attire is all black and made of satin. His eyes are kind and match the blue of the sky and they are locked into my mothers. He is clearly displeased with her.
Hello Harker. I wish I could say it is a pleasure. This?... is my new sister-in-law that I knew nothing of? Howww promiscuous....and fitting of your lewd and lascivious taste.
Now Jules. Are you playing pot and kettle? Your choice in women seems quite indistinguishable from what I can see. How about we play a different game instead? Jemma, will you do the honors for my insolent brother? Heads, I take your wife and mine to bed this night as you watch. Tails, you do and I watch.
She is doing it again. Revealing herself. She pulls down her vest and pulls a silver coin out of her bra, then waves it around at him in a teasing manner.
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Caroline is fuming. She swipes it from her hand, calls her a gypsy whore and throws it at her chest. My mother laughs and goes back to Harker's side. Julian picks up the coin and looks at it. He is amused.
A two headed coin. Never trust a warlock that owns a pair of magic money bosoms. Cheating will still never give you access to my wife, as if anything ever would. You wouldn't want to end up like Jareth did, would you? For the book is lost to bring you back. And Jemma darling, your gilet is rather small. Borrowing your daughter's attire?
Harker is smirking but I can see he is intimidated. Julian surely seems very powerful like Harker described. He is so confident and far from subtle. He is making my stomach flutter, even more so than Lord Narcisse does.
Judging by your silence, it would seem we have an understanding and the situation with the girl is now resolved. Welcome young Josselyn. You will be a great aid in our gallivanting travels. Caroline can use the extra hand with her trinket trades and sales and you will blend in well, as it seems you are already accustomed to the gypsy ways. She can teach you many things that you will need to learn with your newfound magic.
H..how did...you know my name?
I know many things young one, if they are not hidden from my... sight. Harker, just why is it that you are even in possession of these two ladies? They are highly out of your league of extraordinary gentlemen, if that is what one would even call them as they are far from gentle. Bellamey is a mime dressed as a clown and rips chickens heads off with his mouth to drink their blood. Toones is a back alley card shark that has been banned from all the gambling establishments, for under his attire, he conceals a sickly third arm and small hand protruding from his chest that he cheats with. Carl is not even a man but has tits and a cunt under the hat, suit, tie and 80's blue eyeshadow. The list of freaks is too long to continue. A world of wonders indeed or maybe a clockwork orange would be more suffice? It is understandable as to why Stephane saves your shows for the late night phobophile folk like yourself. It is certainly no place for a young girl to be shaped by.
Ahh Jules, that's quite the painted portrait. Always the frank farceur that loves to mock me and my family, which is the only F word they are to be called. If you truly must know, it is exactly as you have just said. I'm simply growing bored of repetition and would like to bring something extra to my funfairs. A horse of a different color per se. Some gypsy crafts, magic performances and readings would highly impress my regulars and even knew attendees. But, I suppose I can make do with just the one, beings she is more... experienced. I can see we are done here. Enjoy your time away Josselyn, for time is short.
Harker and my mother are walking away. I am sobbing and calling to her but she won't even look back at me. I try to run to her but Julian pulls me in his arms and cradles me.
Hush now child. It is for the best that you come with us. Caroline, dear, it is time to go. You have some explaining to do once we depart.
They are saying their goodbyes to Lord Narcisse. He is confused as to why they are leaving so soon and... with me. He apologizes for being so distracted by Catherine and tries to persuade them to stay longer. Julian is telling him the same he said to me, that it is for the best if they go now and to keep his eye on Harker. Narcisse assures him that he always does and he will see him soon.
Julian is helping his people pack up the wagons and trailers. Caroline quietly tells me that she and I are the only ones who know the truth and it must stay that way because of the deal she made with Harker or he will come and take me back if his dealings with Ravenna are exposed.
Night has fallen and I am not sure where we are but I know it is far away from Dorwinion. I have cried over my mother the entire ride in the small bedroom I was given. The trailer stops and the door opens and closes. I..I hear Julian and Caroline arguing outside, but their voices are too soft to make out what they are saying. I look out the window with one eye. I see Julian. His back is to me. He is relieving himself by a tree. Caroline is drinking and smoking something. She's pacing. I can hear them better now. He is angry and wants to know what she is hiding from him.
Tell me Carrie darling, why do I smell the wicked Ravenna on that child?? Did you think I would not notice such a stench? Did you also think I would buy Harker's farce of a story? He has clearly conditioned Jemma into a jezebel, for Josselyn would not be so upset to leave her if her mother was evil and had never cared about her. What are you all hiding from me? What say you woman??
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Oh Julian darling. I am hiding nothing. I could smell her too so I asked. I know nothing more than you except that Harker and Ravenna have some arrangement that he would not disclose. I was worried for the girl so I simply asked him to let us take her since she is a child.
And my wicked brother simply just let you take her? What kind of fool do you take me for? Harker does not just give away what he believes to be his. Now tell me the truth woman!
Now Caroline is angry. She glares and swears at him.
This is bullshit. Why can you not ever let anything go Julian? We have the girl and she is safe!
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She walks away from him but he grabs her arm and yanks her against him.
Because when Harker is involved, it is never good, which you already know that and now you have involved us in his dirty dealings. Now tell me!
If I tell you, can I have some of this?
She is grabbing between his legs. I...I cannot watch...I should not watch...but I cannot stop myself. I am too curious.
Tell me and I will fuck you till dawn.
He is placing his hand over hers and helping her massage him.
Mmmm. Well, all I know is that the child has somehow stolen some of Ravenna's magic and she wants something back for it. A child...a child of her own. Jareth refuses to give her one after what she did with Jasper. Soooo...whenever Josselyn has a child, Harker is to give it to her. He did not tell me this. My intuition just knows it.
My chest is tightening. I cannot breathe. Never. Never will I have a child! I will not let a part of me die for that witch's wrinkles!
My thoughts are distracted by more of their words. Julian is telling Caroline she would be happier if she had a child of her own and he does not understand why she has not become pregnant with all of their love making. She tells him they just need to keep trying and to take her now. She says the summer solstice holds magic in it's long night and it may help because she feels she is ...ovulating? I do not know what that means.
He spins her around and lifts her dress. He pulls his pants down. My eyes!! I..I have never seen that part of a man before! His hips jerk against her and she cries out in...."
Haldir swiftly reroutes her story, for it was making him extremely uncomfortable considering Josselyn's memories were that of a 14 year old girl, not to mention, it brought back horrible memories for himself of what Caroline did to him at Lestat's.
"I would like you to end this memory. Continue your future travels with Julian and Caroline."
"It has been 3 years and trouble free. I am 17 now, almost 18 and I am happy. Caroline and Julian are good to me. Caroline has taught me so much. I have learned about tarot cards like my mother used to do. We make lots of crafts and jewelry out of crystals and sell them at our funfairs. I must have been to every corner of middle earth but we stayed far away Ravenna's realm. We have not seen her, Harker or my mother since the day we left Dorwinion. I miss her.
It is the summer solstice again. I'm excited because Julian says there will be a solar eclipse. I walk out of my bedroom when I notice the trailer stopping. I see Julian go outside but Caroline is sitting in the dark at the table, meditating with a crystal in each hand. She looks sad and anxious. I sit with her and ask her where we are. She tells me we are near Lake Town and will be having a camp party and that I should go get ready. She says I am plenty old enough now. The same age she was when we met. I ask her what is wrong. She says it's nothing I would understand and that she just wants to get drunk and forget everything for the night. I leave her alone and do as she asked me.
The forest party goes on late into the night. There's music and many inebriated people, all dancing around, including Julian and Caroline.
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I'm sitting by myself around the fire, sipping Dorwinion wine. It is sweet and very strong. My hearing is strangely sensitive and keen. Even with all the noise, I can still hear close by conversations. I'm watching Caroline and Julian dance together. Sometimes I wish I was her. I wish I could dance with him like I have in my dreams.
People are coming to sit by the fire. They are very intoxicated and telling stories. Something about a formidable King of the Woodland realm and Silvan elves. An Elvenking they call him that rules Mirkwood not far from here. He carries twin swords and rides a great elk. I remember Thomas telling me of him. The way they speak of him scares me. I feel the hair on my neck raise when they say his name. King Thranduil. They see I am afraid and laugh at me. Julian is not pleased with them and intervenes. He explains and assures me that this King will be of no threat to us as long as we do not cross his borders. I feel better. Now he...he is asking me to dance!! My stomach flutters intensely. I tell him I would be honored, then smile and take his hand.
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I feel drunk against his body but it is not from the wine. I am shaking.
Child, why do you tremble?
It upsets me that he still calls me a child.
I...I am not a child anymore. I am a woman now and I have a name. You were married to Caroline when she was my age.
He is laughing and smiling. My mistake. Old habit I suppose. Forgive me. Of course you are a woman...Josselyn.
I apologize for being rude. I ask him where Caroline is. He says she is entertaining with her tarot cards. We finish the dance and he sits with me by the fire. We talk and laugh for a very long time. He tells me he has a surprise for me when we leave tomorrow. He laughs and says he must go now and make sure Caroline has not fallen down a hole somewhere. He says she does not handle the liquid spirits very well. He strokes my cheek and leaves. I am alone again and bored. I go to watch the eclipse. Caroline said we have the power to look at it.
Some time has passed and so has the eclipse. I need to pee. I'm walking through the forest. I hear moaning. I see Julian and Caroline kissing against a tree. I hide so they do not think I am spying on them. I can hear them. He asks her why she changed her dress. She says she spilled wine all over herself. They are quiet. I peek around the tree and...they are...they are having sex. I cannot watch. I sneak away. It starts to rain really hard. I am happy so no one will see my tears. I wish it was me with Julian. I...I love him.
I run into the trailer and...I cannot believe my eyes!! I see Caroline!! She's smoking, drunk and...and wearing the dress she wore earlier, the one she just told Julian only minutes ago that she spilled wine on??
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Joss? What's wrong dear? You look like you've seen a ghost.
I...I don't under...how...how did you get here so fast and...your dress...you were just wearing a different one because you told Julian you spilled wine on this one.
What ever do you mean? I have been wearing this dress all night and I have not seen Julian in awhile, so I have been in here waiting for him since I knew it was going to rain. I can always sense it.
But I...I just saw you with him...in the forest. I..I swear I did not mean to see. I..I just needed to go to the bathroom and...
See...what??? How much wine have you had?
You..you and he were...well...you...you know...what men and women....do....in the bedroom.
She is silent and staring at me. The door opens. Julian walks in soaking wet. He is silent too and extremely stunned to see Caroline. Something is happening. They both seem to know, but I do not. Caroline is shaking and very angry. Her anger is making the trailer shake too. Julian tells her she is scaring me. It is true. I am scared. I have never seen her so enraged.
That BITCH!! Where is Cassie Julian??!!! I smell her all over you!!! How could you not know it was not me?????!!!!!! I smell of honey. She smells of cherries!!!
Julian seems disoriented and stumbles to the chaise longue.
But she did smell of honey.
You bewitched fool!!
Caroline storms out the door. I tend to Julian. I ask him what has happened. Who is Cassie? He whispers to me before he falls asleep.
One of Caroline's many sisters. Her twin.
I did not know she had any sisters, let alone a twin. She never spoke of them.
Julian is fast asleep. I caress his soft cheek. I...I kiss his supple lips and confess my love for him, then I go to look for Caroline. I am worried.
It is pouring and foggy. It is so dark, but my eyes can strangely see very well. I hear voices. Angry voices that sound like the same person. I...I see them in a clearing, but I stay hidden behind a tree. I have to blink many times, for if it were not for their clothes, I would not know which one is Caroline. They are identical.
You will pay for this Cassandra! He is MY husband!
I have already unfairly suffered by you because of your unjustified jealousy. But no more! It is your turn to suffer sister! You took from me and now I have taken from you.
Unjustified?? I am the 7th born daughter. I am the one who is supposed to have children, not you!
Oh but you are so wrong. I am the 7th born. Father told me the truth of how our places were mixed up right after mother gave birth. He figured it out recently because of my powers. I am a weaver like mother. The most powerful of witches. It is not my fault that I can conceive and you cannot! You terminated all of my pregnancies with your black magic! SIX of them! All girls! Goran left me because of you! He said an unbearing wife was useless to him! But a 7th daughter I will have and it will be by a 7th son! There is no magic that will undo it! It has been written in the eclipse of the solstice. You should know the consequences of using black magic Carrie. By the power of 3 times 3, so mote it be you baby stealing bitch!
Viktor is a liar!! YOU'RE a liar!! I should have just killed you. I will kill you now. You cannot have a child, especially Julian's child if you are dead!!!
Caroline sends a bolt of electricity at her sister. Cassandra is quick and smacks it away. She is hysterically laughing at Caroline.
Oh sister. Your power is no match for mine. You know nothing of my capabilities and quite frankly, neither did I until recently...and guess what Carrie darling? I've been practicing!
Cassandra raises her hands to the sky and she screams. It's deafening. Caroline and I both cover our ears and drop to our knees. The rain pierces down like nails. I have to now cover my head. There's lightning bolts. The wind rages and howls. It is hard to see but I can definitely see what's forming in the sky. It's a tornado!!!
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I'm now clutching the tree to stay grounded as my legs are trying to be sucked into the air. Cassandra's hair and dress whips about, but she stands firm against the wind. Caroline has nothing but the earth to cling to. Lightning bolts pummel the ground around her. She's screaming. She gets up to run but the wind lifts her. She is thrown against a tree, face first. The same tree she threw Cassandra against. Cassandra begins to chant. I recognize the words. It is a nursery rhyme. The itsy bitsy spider. Any power I have is useless to fend her sister off but I must do something. I pull myself to the front of the tree where Cassandra can see me. I scream as loud as I can for her to leave Caroline alone. She hears me.
The very moment she whips her head in my direction, the storm stops. All is still and silent. Cassandra gasps and runs away when our eyes connect. I run to Caroline. She is dirty and bloody. I help her to her feet and we embrace.
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She says I cannot tell Julian or anyone what I heard. She says I must help her with a future plan to take care of Cassie. Although I don't like what she did to Cassandra, I tell her I will help because I feel responsible for what happened because I told what I saw. She tells me only Cassie and Julian are to blame and that we have to leave now. The spiders will soon come from the dark forest of Mirkwood. There will be too many to fight off, even with magic.
Everyone is packed up. It is the twilight hours before sunrise. Julian is still in a deep sleep. We cannot wake him. Caroline says he'll be fine. He is high on Belladonna. She jokes he should have been given a lethal dose. I am worried for him. Caroline blames him just as she does Cassandra. I am conflicted. I love them both but I don't want her to hurt him. After her comment and with what she has done to her own sister, I believe now that she would.
Caroline and I are heading to the trailer. I hear something and stop. A rustling sound in the forest. In the distance, I hear a woman singing. Caroline hears it too. It's that nursery rhyme again.
The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.
Caroline shouts for everyone to go now!!
We don't make it inside. At least a dozen spiders as big as our trailers emerge from the trees. They barricade the path and surround us. I hide with Caroline under the trailer. The armed drivers protect the horses while the rest of our men fight to protect us and their own. Some of them are warlocks with powers. They have set some on fire.
The spiders become distracted. Someone...or something is here. What is that in the trees???!! They are attacking the spiders with bows and swords. I soon realize they are elves. 4 of them, but two stand out to me. A male with long light hair, a female with red. I have never seen one before. They are not much different from us, just their attire and ears. They move with such grace and agility. The light haired one is swinging down a spider's own line of silk. He lands on the spider and slides down a hill on top of it as if it were a sled. He pulls a knife from behind his back and kills it, then he has his bow ready to kill another before they even stop sliding.
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In merely minutes, all the remaining spiders are dead. Two of the elves are speaking with our men. It does not appear any are injured. The other two of light and red hair are speaking to one another. I cannot understand their language.
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Caroline crawls out to speak with them. I am still too scared and stay beneath the trailer. She seems to know who they are. She calls the redhead Tauriel and the blonde one Prince Legolas. Caroline thanks them and asks why they have come. She swears to them that we had not crossed their borders. Legolas speaks to her in English. His voice is deep. He tells her they were alerted by the unnatural storm. They had also heard the summoning of the spiders. It is too close to their borders and the spiders are already a nuisance to their realm. Caroline thanks them again for their help and mentions how his notorious father would not have. Legolas clarifies that he is not his father but that we must go now, for his father will not be so kind to our kind. He believes us perpetually nefarious without exception and will hold us responsible for the too near invasion. He informs that more spiders will come to claim their dead. He says they will stay and rid of them.
Legolas turns to walk away. He sees me!! He raises a curious brow at me. I'm shaking like a leaf. He smells of leaves. Minty ones. His eyes are like no other color. They remind me of moonstones. I nervously smile at him. He does not smile and walks away.
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We are now on our way. I ask where we are going now. Caroline says we are going to a friend's cabin. It is far North of the Grey mountains on remote land and it will be a very long journey. Weeks, maybe longer with resting nights and frequent stops for the horses to eat, drink and rest. I have never been past the Northern mountains.
I have forgotten what day it is. All I can focus on is the tension and silence between Julian and Caroline. They have not slept in the same room. Caroline...she's changing. She's bitter and cold...even to me sometimes. She drinks and smokes a lot more. I used to hear her cry herself to sleep, but not anymore. It is like she has went numb. The way she looks at Julian now makes my skin crawl. I try to remain helpful but at the same time, stay out of her way. I do not want her as an enemy.
We have arrived at. It is dark and late. it is very remote like Caroline said. All I see is open land and miles of forestry. The cabin is glowing with candlelight from every window. The other travelers head near the forest to set up their camps and we go inside the cabin. The table is full of food and drink. The fireplace is lit for something that is cooking in a large black kettle. It smells like stew. That is not all I smell. I...I smell...old spice. It...it can't be. I spin around and look at Julian. He is smiling his big beautiful smile.
I found something for you. Surprise Josselyn.
I spin back around and see my grandfather magically standing at the table. He...he looks so different. His clothes are different. He wears a robe. He is so thin. He has cut his long hair to shoulder length. he reminds me of a wizard.
Grandfather?? How...wh...where have you been for the past 3 years?
He grins at me. Where else? Looking for you my child. Welcome home.
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djuvlipen · 11 months
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‘Their voices are missing, and this persistent erasure or negative representation reflects […] a cultural and political violence towards these women’
Gypsy, Roma and Traveller (GRT) women are rarely mentioned within academia, particularly in feminist thought. In the rare moments when they are considered, they are perceived as ‘having problems, being polluted, [and being] unclean’. Yet one could argue that they are the women most in need of feminist consideration; as Casey states, being a Traveller woman usually leaves one with the ‘triple burden’ of gender, class, and race, with xenophobia against Travellers being described in one report as the ‘last respectable form of racism’. Racist attacks are frequent, and due to prejudices, many women in these communities are not afforded access to healthcare, education, and other public services.
On the surface, it seems as though GRT women are fighting a battle that they simply cannot win. Whilst being perceived as impure by the ‘outside’ – or ‘gorger’ – community, they have many time-consuming cleanliness rituals in order to uphold the image of the respectable, non-polluted woman within their own societies. Many Traveller women clean the outside of their trailers, and the contents, every day, in order to observe complex rituals associated with ideas surrounding pollution. For many women – particularly Romani Gypsies – the lower part of the body is considered to be unclean, and as such, menstruating and pregnant women are expected to isolate themselves from other members of the community, particularly whilst eating. As Paddy Doherty states: ‘A reputation as an unclean woman? That’s an insult that’s as below the belt as they come in our community’.
Yet many reports detail that these women feel a sense of pride in upholding the gendered cultural heritage of Gypsies and Travellers. The issue that many Traveller women have, they state, is the responsibility of negotiating between general social expectations, and cultural, community norms.
They are, then, under pressure to accept the feminist archetypes of non-Traveller women, whilst also lacking trust in these very women for overlooking and belittling their culture. Further, it is noted that many GRT women accept gendered roles not only because of social coercion, but because of deeply held beliefs about their responsibilities to their families, and their culture as a whole. The notions about ‘decency’ with regards to womanhood undoubtedly inform ideas about being able to ‘know oneself’: particularly in the face of widespread hostility and calls to integrate, which threaten their attempts at cultural survival.
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Something that many do not want to acknowledge, however, is that much of the threat to GRT women actually comes from outside Traveller communities. There are many reports of institutional prejudice; one recent government study, for example, shows that since 2009, the number of Roma children in care has increased by 933%, and the number of Irish Traveller children in the same situation has also surged by 400%. This is stark in comparison to the national increase of 19%. It is apparent that this is motivated, in part, by attitudes towards the GRT community, with one social worker even commenting that the women in question ‘don’t know how to promote a child’s health or development’ : an assumption that leads more than ¾ of GRT people to hide their ethnicity on paper for fear of persecution.
On top of this, whilst Traveller men are between 5-10 times more likely to be imprisoned than the general population, the risk of imprisonment for Traveller women is as much as 18-22 times higher than the average in Ireland. Unlike other ethnic minority prisoners, Gypsy, Roma and Irish Travellers have not even been monitored within the Criminal Justice System, and as such, there is a complete ‘blind spot’ in official government data.
Therefore, it is impossible to even measure the sentencing statistics, much less the discrimination that GRT people – particularly women – suffer institutionally. It is difficult to imagine such carelessness being expressed towards any other ethnic group, but this xenophobia against Travellers is seemingly commonplace. As Conservative MP Andrew MacKay said in 2002: ‘They are scum. People who do what these people have done do not deserve the same human rights as my decent constituents’. Little fuss seems to have been made about MacKay’s comment; he served as an MP for another 8 years until – ultimately proving his own ‘decency’ – he was ordered to stand down due to an expenses scandal.
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The statistical data surrounding the racism and sexism GRT women face is undoubtedly alarming. One 2007 study found that 81% of Irish Traveller women had experienced direct domestic abuse, and a significant amount of these women are not aware of the services available, or cannot access them, due to low literacy levels and racism from GPs, who often do not accept Travellers onto their practice lists. They also live 12 years less on average than women in the general population, face an excess prevalence of miscarriages, stillbirths and deaths during childbirth, and despite the overall high levels of mental illness within GRT communities, women are twice as likely as men to experience mental health problems. They are often ignored by healthcare professionals, which is only emphasised through the fact that Gypsies and Travellers are not even included in the NHS’ seventeen national ethnic codes.
So, what can feminists do in order to stop the oppression that GRT women, and their communities as a whole, suffer? It is clear, firstly, that the feminism for non-Travellers, and that for Travellers, will not look the same. It is easy for non-Travellers to express disgust at the sexist expectations these women endure, yet in doing so we only exacerbate their isolation. What we can do is listen to their voices, understand their reluctance to trust in ‘gorger’ social institutions, and question the arrogances expressed within discussions about GRT communities. And if it makes us recoil when imagining someone describing other ethnic minority groups as ‘filthy’ or ‘thieving’ or ‘scum,’ then it is a clear sign that we must do all that we can to bring this oppression to an end.
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teamflasksims4stories · 3 months
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Ruth Anne Forrester
Name: Ruth Ann Forrester Age: 22 Species: Spellcaster - Forest Born (Doe) Traits: Clumsy, Music Lover, Family Oriented Favorite Song: Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac -Ruthie Forrester grew up poor in the Merlinwood Trailer Park in the backwoods of Nevermoore, Texas. She has always admired her idol, Stevie Nicks. Through Stevie’s songs, Ruthie found inspiration and her own voice. She is the lead singer of the band, Caravan, where she strives to show that she is more than just a copy of the White Witch. She has her eyes on a recording contract and a hit record that will propel her band to stardom.
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silverthefox713 · 11 months
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Locations for anything
                                                ~Locations~ 
Abandoned Location 
Agencies 
Air Balloon Park
Airport
Animal Shelter 
Animation Studio 
Apartment 
Aquarium 
Arcade 
Art Studio 
Bakery 
Ballroom
Bank  
Bar/Pub 
Barn 
Barnes and Noble 
B&B Castle/Cabin 
Beach/Beach House 
Books-a-million 
Bowling Alley 
Cabin in the Woods 
Castle 
Campgrounds 
Caves 
Cemeteries 
Church (don't have to be religious) 
Clinic 
Club 
Community Center 
Conventions 
Courthouse 
Daycare/Preschool 
Dealership 
Disney World/Land 
Drug Den 
Enchanted Forest 
Factory 
Fae Realm 
Farmhouse 
Festivals 
Firestation 
Floating Islands 
Forest 
Freddy Fazbears Pizza Place 
Gas Station 
Glass Artist Workshop 
Graveyard/Crypts 
Gym 
Hair/Nail Salon 
Haunted House 
Hiking Trails
Homeless Shelter  
Hospital 
Hotel 
Hot Springs 
Job Finder Depot 
Kingdom 
Lake 
Library 
Lighthouse 
Live Theater 
Lotus Fields 
Love Hotel 
Maid cafe 
Mansion 
Marketplace (+Blackmarket) 
Morgue 
Motel 
Mountain 
Movie Theater 
Museum 
Neighborhood 
Observatory 
Orchards 
Orphanage 
Park 
Police Station
Ports 
Post Office 
Prison 
Radio/Tv Studio 
Ranch/Farm 
Red Light District 
Restaurant  
River 
School/Collage Grounds 
Secret Location 
Shelters
Skating rink 
Snowy Mountain Ski Lodge/Resort 
Spa 
Space 
Space Station 
Temple 
Train Rides 
Trailer Park 
Tribe 
Vet 
Yat 
Yoga Studio 
Zoo 
                                                  ~Shops~ 
Adult Store 
Animatronic Shop 
Antique Shop 
Baby Store 
Bakery Shop 
Barber Shop 
Bike Shop 
Boba Shop 
Book Shop 
Bridal Shop 
Butcher Shop 
Candy Shop 
Casket Store 
Clothing Shop 
Cobbler Shop 
Coffee Shop 
Comic Shop 
Corner Store 
Cosmetic Store 
Costume Shop 
Crafting Shop 
Donut Shop 
Electronic Store 
Fabric Store 
Flower Shop 
Furniture Store 
Gamestop 
Grocery Store 
Gypsy Market 
Hardware Store 
Hatter Shop 
Hottopic 
Ice Cream Shop 
IKEA 
Instrument Shop 
Jewelry Shop 
Leather Shop 
Magic Shop 
Pawn Shop 
Pet Shop 
Photography Shop 
Pizza Shop 
Potion Shop 
Ramen Shop 
Record/Vinyl Shop 
Sandwich Shop 
Spirituality Store 
TailorShop 
Tattoo Shop 
Tea Shop 
Thrift Store 
Toy Shop 
Wand Shop 
Weapons/Firearms Shop
Woodcarver Shop 
X Rated Shop
 
                                               ~In a Mall~ 
Bath and Bodyworks 
Bridal Shop 
Build-a-bear 
Claire’s 
Discovery Planet/Channel Store 
Food Court 
FYE 
Gamestop 
H&M 
HotTopic 
Spencer’s 
Victoria Secret 
Waldenbooks
  
                                        ~Fast Food Places~ 
Arby’s 
Burger King 
Dairy Queen 
KFC 
Smoothie King 
Starbucks 
Popeyes
Waffle House
                                         ~Realms/Worlds~ 
Dream Realm 
Fae Realm 
Mirror World 
Over Realm 
Shadow Realm 
Underworld 
Aether World 
Nether World  
Note: I'd be happy to add more over time, if there's any places that would be valuable to add comment it and I’ll add it ^^ 
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I hope this is not too intrusive, but since you mentioned that Robert was from a gitana (gypsy) family, I have this curiosity: did he have recipes of mixed herbs to cure stuff or some mystical belief? I think you might have some HP story about it
I don't remember saying he was gitana gypsy. His dad was a cuban anti Castro soldier slash chemical engineer for Montsano and his mom's side of the family was hard-core florida panhandle white trailer trash. His grandma drank turpentine for "health reasons". She died from lung cancer from smoking 2 packs of cigarettes a day for a hundred without anyone in the family ever noticing she smoked. Found ashtrays hidden all over the trailer. Amazed she didn't burn up in a fireball on account the turpentine and the cardboard box she lived in. He had an aunt that would buy your warts by rubbing a quarter on them or some hillbilly voodoo shit like that. Her name was Lurleen or Veeda or something like that. Maybe that's what I was talking about.
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June 2023 Reading Recap
5 Stars:
Just Between Us by J. H. Trumble
There Is A Light by Ban Gilmartin
Gypsy Boy by Mikey Walsh
The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley by Shaun David Hutchinson
Carousel by Brendan Ritchie
The Boy Who Steals Houses by C. G. Drews
The Kings of Nowhere by C. G. Drews
What About Will by Ellen Hopkins
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
They Cage the Animals at Night by Jennings Michael Burch
Out of Time, Into You by Jay Bell
4.5 Stars:
Bait by Alex Sanchez
Junk Boy by Tony Abbott
Gypsy Boy on the Run by Mikey Walsh
Milo and Marcos At the End of the World by Kevin Christopher Snipes
4 Stars:
The Ghosts We Keep by Mason Deaver
My Dear Henry by Kalynn Bayron
A Map of Days by Ransom Riggs
The Edge of Being by James Brandon
He Forgot to Say Goodbye by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
This Winter by Alice Oseman
The Conference of the Birds by Ransom Riggs
Beyond Carousel by Brendan Ritchie
Keep This to Yourself by Tom Ryan
Every Day by David Levithan
The Gravity of Nothing by Chase Connor
If I See You Again Tomorrow by Robbie Couch
3.5 Stars:
Here's to You, Zeb Pike by Johanna Parkhurst
Five Have Plenty Of Fun by Enid Blyton
Caterpillars Can't Swim by Liane Shaw
Boys of the Beast by Monica Zepeda
Invisible Boys by Holden Sheppard
Anything Could Happen by Will Walton
Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
Dead Flip by Sara Farizan
Every Moment After by Joseph Moldover
Hold by Rachel Davidson Leigh
Trailer Trash by Marie Sexton
Always Leaving by Gene Gant
Kings of B'more by R. Eric Thomas
3 Stars:
Five Go To Mystery Moor by Enid Blyton
These Fleeting Shadows by Kate Alice Marshall
Things We Couldn't Say by Jay Coles
Golden Boys by Phil Stamper
The Desolations of Devil's Acre by Ransom Riggs
This Is Not a Love Story by Suki Fleet
Another Day by David Levithan
Toughing It by Nancy Springer
2.5 Stars:
Arctic Zoo by Robert Muchamore
Keesha's House by Helen Frost
Trying Hard to Hear You by Sandra Scoppettone
Pain & Wastings by Carrie Mac
2 Stars:
Qualities of Light by Mary Carroll Moore
Small Town Monsters by Diana Rodriguez Wallach
1.5 Stars:
Izzy, Willy-Nilly by Cynthia Voigt
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After watching all (most of?) the content we have been given about A Plague Tale: Requiem, I've been trying to connect some points here and there so hear me out: (I may have missed some things but well, I'm in a brain rot so don't blame me)
In the reveal trailer and the "end of innocence" one, we see glimpses of a Lucas who's a little grown up, he even has a graver voice and different attires than in APT:I and it's misleading because in the gameplay trailer reveal they put him still as he was in the first game. So what's it gonna be? The fact that he is calling Amicia out on her violent streak is worrying and it gives us a plot point for the game, whether that's a major one or a minor one, we'll have to wait and see.
After some research, I believe that we're going to find allies in Romani people– or gypsies, and my deduction with this is the girl that appears to guide the ship for Amicia in one of the trailers (I don't remember which one, but there are also the stills showing her accompanying the siblings on a shore) and Flagellants may still be going after Hugo (as described in Tenebris' summary). They may up finding another religious group, something regular for middle east given the guy in the fez in the reveal trailer (is that assuming? Idk, sorry in advance lol)
By that glimpse of Beatrice we had in the reveal trailer, I suppose we'll have some sort of flashback of her life? And that'd be really awesome because we basically know nothing of the De Rune's other than their family is cursed by the Prima Macula and that she has been working on that alchemy and her Great Work for a long time.
This one has been around a lot I believe, but Amicia may develop her own Macula powers? Hers may be in a dormant state, but it reaches the Great Break threshold and it awakens like Hugo's did. I personally don't like this theory but I do believe that Amicia is connected to Hugo's Macula somehow. Remember back when Nicholas made Hugo kill Amicia to pass the threshold? And Amicia was the one who helped him instead? What's that about? Like... There's something there, "it's our blood" she said herself, sooo! And given than possibly the two siblings are going to be separated, this theory of being connected is more exciting.
The frescos. Back when Amicia and Lucas went to Beatrice's laboratory, they found some frescos from the 6th century and apparently there are more that we'll probably see in Requiem. In some stills and trailers, I saw that the fresco Amicia is leaning on during the reveal trailer is incomplete in another still, where she and Hugo are walking in a hallway. It may hint at her? It may hint at Hugo? But the thing is that the person in the fresco seems to be in a throne and there are rats around, like ruling rats of sorts. In the Asobo presentation video, Amicia says "he doesn't deserve this" as the same shot of her back leaning towards on the fresco is shown, which leads me to believe that this prophecy will be something bad for Hugo and she doesn't want him to suffer anymore. Or it may be in another context of course, who knows.
The timeline of events. We are shown part of gameplay with Lucas and then with Hugo. Amicia with Lucas seems to not have her head injury yet whereas in the gameplay with Hugo, she has her injury tended already and in a bad state too. It leads me to believe that we'll have Lucas as a companion first and then we'll go over some story and go out with Hugo, but what is misleading is some dialog between Amicia and Lucas "I'm sorry Amicia, for Hugo", "He's not dead yet"; which leads me to believe that the siblings went out first, something happened to Hugo, and then Lucas goes with Amicia for herbs and tend to him? But that wouldn't explain the injury. Or the injury is a red herring and it's misleading us.
What I'm fairly certain is that this game is setting standards really really high and I just hope that Asobo gets to meet our expectations with the sequel because it looks awesome, it looks like there will be more sibling angst and cuteness, there better be some explanations to the open questions of Innocence, I hope that Amicia and Beatrice recover a little bit of their mother-daughter relationship... Yeah, there are a lot of expectations here and there are still 3 more months left. It's insane.
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pavleruzin · 2 years
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The Fool's Journey:
The Fool
Malina Tamayo Townsend wasn’t really an oracle, although she would claim otherwise if someone would question the authenticity of her profession. She knew that people like her, augurs, fortune-tellers, and seers, were all just charlatans. Lying and deceiving people for money.
However, Malina didn’t have any problems sleeping knowing that fact. A lot of people that came to her knew she was a fraud, but that didn’t stop them from flocking to her tent. Many people wanted, no, needed to hear comforting words. She’d tell them how their loved ones abroad were safe, their late family members were proud, and how their decisions, whatever they might be, were the right ones. When she was done, customers were happy and content and Malina got a few coins to buy some food (and whiskey).
Church-goers didn’t agree with her, though. Especially priests and religious old hags who didn’t dare wear two different types of textile at the same moment. The latter gave her trouble from time to time. Malina thought that the old hags would rather have her burned at the stake, much more than the clergy. The churchmen could be bribed if anything. Old religious hags couldn’t.
Another thing that gave her more trouble than she deserved was her ethnicity. Malina was a gypsy, and although she was proud of her origin, others, especially religious old hags, found it... distasteful. Malina never met her parents and was raised by her grandmother. She was an old hag too who liked to drink and tell fortunes.
Malina Tamayo Townsend wasn’t an atheist, despite her stance on her profession. She was spiritual, although not in a religious way. There were forces in this world she didn’t understand or even comprehend, but she accepted them. If she believed otherwise, her life would turn out to be a lot more depressing. Malina didn’t like being depressed, although the world repeatedly tried to make her feel like that. Someone above sees all was the closest thing she got to a prayer. And she wanted to make that Someone proud.
However, that all changed on the second of April, 1922. Her life-long friend was visiting her. Valerie, together with a few of her companions, was living what could be called a nomadic style of life. Always jumping from town to town. The last time Malina had seen her was some five months before. In the meantime, Valerie managed to get herself pregnant. Surprise, surprise, Malina thought, as she prepared coffee for both of them. She poured some coffee into two handleless cups. “Sugar?”, she asked.
“Yes, please. A spoonful!”, Valerie said. Malina was turned with her back to her guest as she stirred the coffee. Carefully, she pulled out a flask from the inside pocket of her robe, opened it, and poured a bit into her coffee. Fortunately, Valerie didn’t notice. Pregnant women can’t drink, she thought to herself. She wasn’t stingy, no, she was mindful and caring for her friend, Yes, she cared for the baby. Whiskey ain’t cheap no more, she thought.
Malina placed the two smouldering cups on a tray and carefully carried them to the other side of her trailer. There was a small table with four lavish cushions around it. On one of them, Valerie sat. She leaned back slightly, allowing her giant belly some space.
“Oh, thank you very much, Mal!”, Valerie said, eagerly clasping the mug for its warmth. Despite the slow-coming spring, it was still chilly. Malina got herself comfortable on the cushion opposing Valerie. She was sitting with her legs crossed.
“So, how’ve you been?”, Valerie broke the silence.
“Eh, ever the same. People come, I say a bunch of things they want to hear, and then they go away.” Malina shrugged, bringing the cup close to her mouth.
“Umm... still no man around?”, Valerie asked, frowning. She took a sip and then cringed. “What-“
“Oh, I must have mixed them up!”, Malina quickly took her cup. “Mine is without sugar, you know.”
Valerie coughed. “That’s some awful taste. I don’t get how you can drink that.”
Malina smiled, taking a sip. She didn’t cringe at the alcohol inside.
“Anyway”, Valerie continued, “How come you still haven’t found a man?”
“Eh, what can I say. Men don’t seem to like me that much.” More like I don’t seem to like them.
“Oh, that’s horse shit, and you know it”, Valerie waved her hand vigorously, and her belly jiggled. “You just need to put yourself out more, like...”, Valerie gestured to Malina’s robe, “I’m sure that does wonders to your image as a... fortune-teller, but as a woman...”, Valerie shrugged.
“What’s wrong with my robe?”, Malina asked, feeling slightly insulted. She was wearing a dark red robe over her shirt, slightly ragged, but it still had a certain mystical flair Malina liked. “It’s my nonna’s!”
Valerie looked at her and smiled.
“Oh, I see”...
“There you go, dear”, Valerie took a sip of her coffee and placed her hand on the belly button.
“So...”, Malina shifted in her seat, “Who’s the lucky father?”
“Oh... I think it’s Zonedlo.”
Malina nearly spat her coffee. “You think?!”
“Oh, don’t give me that face!”, Valerie protested. “I’ve been travelling for a long while. Both Zondelo and Angelo looked after me. So... One of them, I think.”
Malina was out of words. She finished her coffee, grateful for the little kick whiskey gave her.
“Do you love either one of them?”
“I do... I think.” Valerie set down her cup. “I don’t know, Mal. But they love me. And they’ll love the baby no matter whose it is!” Valerie said optimistically. Then she reached back, snatching her rucksack. “I have a little something you might like.”
“Oh?”, Malina straightened her back, trying to catch a glimpse.
“In Dedwich we stumbled upon a gypsy travelling group. One thing led to another and we decided to camp together.” Valerie stopped talking, carefully pulling a box out of her rucksack. “Turns out Nadya was with them for a while?”
“Nadya? My nonna Nadya?!”, Malina gasped.
“One and only!”, Valerie pulled a pile of cloth from the box. Carefully, she removed them revealing a...
Crystal sphere. An oracle’s crystal sphere.
Malina nearly dropped her coffee cup. “What on earth...” She carefully took the sphere from Valerie’s hands. Her friend continued talking about something, but Malina’s eyes were chained to the sphere. It was a little smaller than the one she had, but it was pristine and high-quality. Unlike Malina’s, which was completely see-through, this one had a small round purple sphere inside the big one, giving the entire crystal a purple-blue hue, depending on how much light there was in the room. At the bottom was a small wooden pedestal, which held the crystal in one place, and on it, something was engraved. Nadya’s Orbuculum. Don’t touch!
“I can’t believe this!”, Malina said, cutting off Valerie. “What did they ask for this?”
Valerie looked left, awkwardly fixing her hair. “There might be a third candidate for the father...”
“Oh, for God’s sake!”
“I didn’t do it for you!”, Valerie protested. “It was more like a... a bonus, you know!”
“How much?”, Malina asked.
“How much what?”
“For the sphere, Valerie!”
“Oh, immediately to business, I see...”, Valerie trailed off. “Well, you see, I thought about giving it to you freely, but...”, she touched her belly. “I’ve got some company on the way.”
“Say a number”, Malina said, still transfixed on the ball.
“Fine. Fifteen.”
“Fifteen what!?”
“Big ones. Dineros. Bacon.” Valerie smiled. “Fifteen dollars, sweetie.”
“You’re out of your mind”, Malina quickly laid the sphere down, acting uninterested.
“Oh, come on, Mal! Twelve!”
“Pfft! You’re still out of your mind.”
“Oh well”, Valerie shrugged, reaching for the sphere, “I guess the guys in Temisland might think otherwise.”
“Ten!”, Malina quickly grabbed the sphere. “Ten dollars!” There was something about the crystal. It connected to her momentarily.
Valerie laughed. “Honestly, I thought I’d have to struggle more. But a deal is a deal! The damn thing’s yours now!”
For possibly the first time in her life, Malina didn’t regret overpaying for something. She still had the sphere in her hands, caressing it as if it was a child. “Is it really my nonna’s?”, Malina asked.
“Oh, even I’m not that nasty. I wouldn’t go as low as to write your grandma’s name on it.” She shifted on her cushion. “Is it your Nadya...? That I don’t know.”
Malina frowned. Then she smiled. “I’m gonna think that it is nonna’s!”
“Hey, whatever floats your boat, right? Those ten greens are certainly gonna float my boat”, Valerie chuckled. “Wanna try it out?”, she asked.
“The sphere? Right now?”
Valerie nodded, caressing her stomach. “Tell me if it’s a boy or a girl. Oooh, even better, tell me who the father is!”
Malina smirked. “Sure”, she said.
The round table had a runner with a circle in the middle; a spot for the sphere. Malina gently placed the Orbuculum in the middle. “I need to dim the lights”, she said, acting out the role. She pulled the drapes shut, the dancing tassels allowing hesitant shimmering light. Malina lighted three large candles with a matchstick that stood next to the door of her carnival trailer. The door could easily be nudged open with a slight tremor, like a customer jumping, which allowed a slight draft to extinguish the candles. It did wonders for dramatic purposes. Malina also placed a small candle on two sides of the crystal, which reflected the light stunningly. With the uncommon purple round object inside, the whole room was covered in shifting tones of purple.
“Beautiful...”, Valerie whispered, looking around the room.
Malina allowed herself a moment to enjoy the lightshow. Then she clapped her hands, startling Valerie, but drawing her attention.
“You ready?”, she asked.
Displaying a faint hint of nervousness Malina often noticed in her customers, Valerie nodded.
“Oh, spirits of the beyond!”, she called, giving herself completely to the act. Malina knew Valerie knew she was a fake. That fact allowed Malina to be carefree, knowing there wasn’t a chance the customer would call her act. It was great practice, as well.
“Oh, inhabitants of the nether! Prisoners of Limbo!”, Malina waved her arms theatrically and closed her eyes. “Grant me your insight! Present thyselves to me!” Malina placed her hands on the Orbuculum.
However, the moment she touched the crystal, she felt a strange coldness rush through her arms. She cringed, surprised, but still in the act. Malina forced her hands to remain on the sphere. The coldness was gone now. Had she imagined it?
Valerie was sitting opposing her, with her eyes closed at well.
“A woman covers humbly in your presence. Give them your name!”, Malina bellowed.
Suppressing a smirk, Valerie uttered. “Valerie Gorgoza. My name is Valerie Gorg-“
A loud thump cut Malina off. Startled, she opened her eyes.
Malina was still sitting on her cushion and her hands were still on the Orbuculum. However, she wasn’t in her trailer anymore. Shaking at the realisation, she tried to stand up, only to find out that she, together with the table and the cushion, were on a wooden board, drifting on a black sea.
Screaming in terror, she knelt back in fear of overturning the raft. The small table trembled, and the crystal started rolling towards her, unhinged off the small wooden pedestal. Instinctively, Malina opened her arms, but when the orb landed in her hands, the crystal turned to dust, leaving only the inner purple round object in her palms.
The purple object wasn’t made of crystal, as she previously thought. It was made of some unusually light stone material. Mesmerised to the point of forgetting her surroundings, she brought her palms to her face, studying the structure. It wasn’t perfectly smooth either. It had small vein-like ripples.
One of them shifted.
Malina screamed and dropped the purple object.
Malina fell from her cushion. The Orbuculum was still on the table, the same as before.
Valerie looked at her, shook. Then she smiled.
“Oh, you sneaky little fox!”, she chuckled. “You had me! You had me!! Oh, you’re good.”
Malina gasped for air, looking around. She was back in her trailer. Everything was the same, apart from the candles by the door being extinguished. The door opened slightly when she fell.
“Your mumbling and seizures... It looked so genuine. I nearly called for help”, Valerie continued, still smiling. “Damn, you’ve gotten real good while I was gone!”
“Umm... W-wait...”, Malina stuttered, getting up. Was it real? The sea, the raft...
She glanced at the crystal sphere on the table. It shone purple, reflecting the light of the candles.
Was that real?
“Oh, you can drop the act now, dear. You fooled me, I admit!”
Malina looked at Valerie. How could she explain? “Can you go?”, she asked abruptly.
Valerie stopped, her smile turning into a frown. “What do you...”
“Just... go. Please. I just realised I remembered-“
“Are you planning to cheat your way out of paying me?!”, she flushed.
“What? No... Wait!” Malina rushed to her cabinet where she held her stash. She dug it out from a pile of stockings and socks, not caring that she revealed her money-hiding spot to Valerie. Malina counted ten bills and tossed them onto the table.
Valerie looked at her, confused. Then she snatched the money and placed it into a pocket on the inside of her unbuttoned jacket. “Are you...”
“Go”, Malina cut her off. “I’ll explain later.” She didn’t have a clue how to explain anything that had just happened to her.
Confused, but happy she got her money, Valerie stood up and went for the door. “You still haven’t told me who the father-“
Malina slammed the door. She practically ran to the cabinet again, snatching a small leather pouch from a different drawer. She walked over to the round table, carefully eyeing the Orbuculum. A part of her expected the purple round sphere inside to burst open; the other part thought she acted crazy. But on the other hand, the vision, or dream, seemed so real. She shivered anxiously.
Someone above sees all.
Malina opened the small leather satchel and emptied it, letting all of its contents fall onto the table. A pin, a few earrings, one from real gold, a pearl she stole when she was a child and a dried buttercup flower enclosed in two small glass panels fell onto the table. Lastly, with a strong shake, a deck of purple-blue cards bound by a string fell onto the table as well. An eye was drawn on the back of the card which was on the top of the deck. A purple eye with a black iris.
Malina shivered again, although not from the chilly weather. The eye was the same shade of purple as the inner sphere of the Orbuculum.
From her grandmother, Nadya, Malina inherited only two things: the oracle’s vibrant robe and a deck of tarot cards. Now she had the Orbuculum to add to her collection. Somehow she knew that the crystal sphere was her grandmother’s. Nonna, what have you done with this? she thought, removing the string.
Carefully, she touched the cards. It wasn’t cold. It was room temperature. Just plain paper. She smiled forcefully, feeling dumb. They’re just cards. I’ve read them before.
Malina rarely read tarot cards to her customers, but she knew how to do it. Nonna had taught her. Although she fell she was doing a better job with the crystal sphere.
She picked up the deck and started shuffling. A tarot reading would usually begin with the customer saying their question aloud. She knew that part was meaningless, but, considering what she’d just experienced, she decided to play by the rules. Just in case.
“Was what I’ve just seen real?”, Malina asked, her voice echoing in the empty trailer.
She cut the deck and placed three cards facing down on the table. The eyes on the back covers seemed to be looking directly at her. Malina knew they were drawn that way, but it still made her nervous.
She flipped the first card. It was an upright Star card. There was a girl kneeling in a lake drawn on it, with a blazing star above her.
Malina pondered for a moment, looking at the girl in the lake. ‘The Star’ card meant one needed more faith. Do I need to believe the dream was real?
Malina flipped the second card. An upright Judgement card. Again, a girl kneeling in the lake was drawn on it. This time, she was looking up, where something was looking down at her. That something was an eye, identical to the one on the back of the card, surrounded by a flutter of white wings. 
The card meant that one would soon be judged for their actions. What actions? What have I done? The Judgement card also represented forthcoming rebirth.
Shrugging, Malina flipped the last card.
She gasped.
It was a reversed Tower card. A stone medieval-looking tower was drawn. There was the same eye at the top, in the sky, casting a lightning bolt at the tower. There were two people depicted falling from the tower, a woman in a white dress and a man with a crown on his head.
Malina closed her eyes, trying to think. The reversed Tower card meant that one needed to undergo a personal transformation in order to achieve their destiny. What’s my destiny? she thought, massaging her temple. The reversed Tower card also meant that there was a way to avert the coming danger. Danger? What danger?
“This means nothing”, she whispered hesitantly, taking back the cards. She started shuffling the cards again. Malina glanced at the Orbuculum. She was slightly afraid of it, but also curious. Was she beginning to believe in the mysticism of her profession?
“Let’s try again”, she said and cleared her throat. “What should I do now?”
Malina cut the deck and placed three cards again on the table. With trembling fingers, she turned the first card.
An upright Devil card.
Malina trembled. An eyeless goat’s head was smiling at her. It was a bad omen, for sure, but it didn’t show her any guidance on what to do next.
Shaking her head, Malina turned the second card.
A reversed Hanged-Man card. A man was hanging from the tree, chained by his ankle. He had blood-shot eyes and a red halo around his head.
It meant she was resisting something. Or someone.
Malina sighed, looking at the man on the card. She remembered Valerie and her travels. Malina was supposed to join her group as well, but she declined at the last moment. Do I need to go somewhere? Should I have gone with them?
Malina flipped the last card.
She stopped.
The card depicted an empty boat, drifting on the black sea. There were ten purple eyes on the cloudy sky of the same colour.
“What the hell...”, she whispered, picking the card up. She didn’t know what the card represented. Or what it was called. It was the first time she had seen that card.
The Orbuculum buzzed. Malina looked up, dropping the card. There seemed to be a faint buzzing sound originating from the crystal sphere. No, Malina thought. It was coming from the inner purple object.
She glanced back at the unknown card. Malina paled. The sea around the boat. It was the same as the sea in her dream.
“Shit”, she uttered, petrified.
She returned the card to the deck and pulled a new one out. Beads of sweat started rolling down her temples.
Malina flipped the card. A reversed Hermit card. “Isolation”, she said, “Loneliness. Getting lost.”
Someone above sees all.
She flipped another card. Death card.
Malina shrieked, pulling another card.
A Fool. It was the Fool card. “Beginnings”, she mouthed, absent-mindedly. “New beginnings. Travel, no, a journey. Do I need to go on a journey?”, she asked.
Malina flipped another card. She stopped breathing. Another Fool card. She stared at the two identical cards. This can’t be, her mind raced. There was only a single copy of every card in her deck.
She pulled another card. Another Fool.
The fourth card was also the fool card.
Malina’s breathing quickened. “Where do I need to go?”, she asked, her voice trembling.
Malina pulled a card. The Emperor card.
Someone opened the door. Malina startled, jumping on her feet. In the doorway, a man stood.
“Oh, Jack, you scared me”, she said, trying to calm herself down.
A young man, barely in his twenties, took a step into her trailer. He carefully looked around. “I’ve just seen Valerie runoff. Is everything fine?”
Malina nodded, gathering the cards on the table. Curiously, there was only one copy on the Fool, unlike what she’d seen a moment before. Malina tied the deck with a string and placed it back into the satchel, together with other contents.
“What are you doing?”, Jack asked again, sounding worried.
Malina looked at him. “I think I’m going on a journey.”
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torquespot · 5 days
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Exquisite Gypsy Boho Camper Interior- A Complete Guide to Designing Your Oasis on Wheels
A gypsy boho camper is a recreational vehicle (RV) or trailer that embodies the bohemian lifestyle, characterized by an unconventional, nomadic way of living that is free from societal norms. The term “gypsy” refers to the nomadic lifestyle, while “boho” is short for bohemian, which is associated with artistic people who lead an unconventional life, often in the company of like-minded people.
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dbs-superleggera · 1 month
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Gang Story / Les Lyonnais (2011) - Trailer English Subs
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When the notorious gangster Serge Suttel is captured by the French police, his middle-aged best friend Momon Vidal meets with his retired friends to organize Serge's prison break. Momon also recalls the beginning of his friendship with Serge, when he was a bullied gypsy boy and how Serge had protected him. Later, Momon worked as a gangster for a powerful mobster and learnt how to plan heists. Then he organized his own Lyon Gang with Serge and his friends, and they have become wealthy. In the present days, he is a powerful retired mobster, married with his beloved Janou Vidal (Valéria Cavalli) with a son and grandchildren. The rescue of Serge Suttel brings problems he had buried in the past, and now compromises his old friends and his family. But Momon also learns secrets from the past.
GERVÄIS PRINCE DU PETIT CHAMPLAIN
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