#kasia things

[there-is-purpose-after-all]

Tarnów;

#kasia things #my photography #anyone want photos ?? #or anyone want photos of some specific place ??

[blaithnne]

Menaces when they team up. Need to find a dynamic name I can tag them with that doesn’t sound shippy. Does Kaisen work

#I love them so much #drawing their wildly different body types was sm fun #their eventual relationship after sketchbook gets together is like my favourite thing ever #their dynamic isn’t easy to out a label on #they mostly act like siblings but they’re definitely not siblings #Kaisa doesn’t really take much of a parental role with Lauren bc that’s a grown woman #and Lauren is never gonna call this lady mum #but they care about eachother a lot #and Lauren is protective of kasia the same way she is her mother #and Kaisa sometimes starts fretting over her the same way she does her kids just sorta out of default #they don’t like the terms step mum or step daughter #it just feels wrong to them #sometimes when they’re in a rush to describe their relation to someone they’ll just say yeah whatever that’s my mum or my daughter or smthn #anyways they team up to annoy anders #hilda #hilda the series #netflix hilda #hilda netflix #art #my art #digital art #fanart #doodle #drawing #Kaisa hilda #Hilda kaisa #Lauren hilda #Hilda lauren #kaisen #?

[hikarinokusari]

We did an art exchange in the Misthoppers discord, and it was a highlight to see everyone's art. There are fantastic pieces everywhere, a true delight for the eyes. I had the pleasure to draw Kasia of St Andral for @lemonsdaily-artdump ♥

And because I couldn't choose I made both versions ↓

#I can post it !!! And say I drew a finished background in 2024 !!! I didn't make any background since the zine and AF2023 #art #cleric dnd #curse of strahd #cos art #not my character #kasia of saint andral #misthoppers #it was very fun to participate #The Holy Symbol was such a satisfying thing for me I love that item so much ;A; #ALSO MAY I SAY THE NECKLACE WITH THE FLOWER AND THE HAIRLOCK ???? THAT JEWEL SLAYS. #I needed to say it somewhere and since tumblr is the place where I can put random thoughts without disturbing a social place i put it here #art trade #gift #my art

[willowcrowned]

the irony of naomi novik’s books having very little fic on ao3 does not escape me. it does however annoy me a great deal

#rereading uprooted and WHERE is the Kasia gets taken instead fic. WHERE #god okay because look. i think her thing about age gaps is hilarious. i think agnieszka and sarkan is compelling #but agnieszka and kasia is soooooo much more interesting to me. loving someone you hate (but you love more) #and being envious of someone whose life you fear (but you want more) #how do you see the truth of yourself reflected in someone else’s eyes and bear the fact that you are petty and cruel in a thousand ways #how do you go about loving them with wild abandon afterwards. how do you let yourself be loved by them #and I think like. changing the story a little is a way to go about that #and the first part of it is so obvious—kasia gets taken. she is brave and tragic and kind and then marek rapes her and suddenly she’s angry #i think *that’s* a Kasia who would start taking advantage of the library and the laboratory #and I think when Agnieszka came when sarkan was off handling the chimera (because it would be her. it would always be her) #Kasia would grab some potions and come to dvernik to save everyone. and with agnieszka it would work #and THEN you get sarkan getting injured and agnieszka using his spell to get them *all* back to the tower and that’s where the fun begins #but like. god. why hasn’t someone else written it #uprooted

[ashmp3]

fashion moodboard for @nietopesz

#i hope you like it my dear kasia... you are so darling to me and even though u dont post ur face your vibe is SO beautiful so golden (hence #the gold accents) to me you are like a pretty stained glass i dont know thats what i associate you with and with that all the bright colors #so this is mix and match of things that just scream kasia to me! so even though its probably not your style i hope you still like it becaus #i love it so much it was very easy to make i already knew how i wanted it to look! kiss kiss #fashion moodboard #mb #fashion

[vancilart]

mwa

#baby in ther. #oc stuff #stuff in space #other ppls ocs #i thought abt fenrir and merope but man having kids was such a hassle for them i thought maybe not now #not that it was super easy for bailey and kasia either #that little meatball was behind some HARD WORK and DEDICATION #and some medical intervention. get that thing out of there safely #very loved. very wanted #theyre so cute

[morgenlich]

also good god reading cersei’s affc pov chapters is so [rubs my face] sweetie you’re an idiot

#kasia rereads asoiaf #like babe i understand WHY you’re so paranoid but like. girl. #ppl aren’t upset with you because you’re a woman they’re upset bc you’re actively making things worse for the whole realm

[mpregspn]

i don't wanna go to work tomorrow i hate it there

#they're like kasia you're doing so well here's more things to do. leave me alone!!!!!!!! #i miss podcasts

[nyc-looks]

Paul

"My outfit is thrifted: Kasia Kulenty braided 2-piece over a Theyskens Theory tank with cutout sides, vintage asymmetrical polyester skirt, and Ann Demeulemeester sandals. My style is usually informed by dystopian futures, Manet's ”The Ragpicker’, wabi-sabi, deconstruction, and things that wash up on the beach."

Apr 12, 2024 ∙ Chelsea

#nyc looks #street style #new york #street fashion #style #outfit #vintage #secondhand #kasia kulenly

[there-is-purpose-after-all]

To you Minecraft might just be a silly game. To me it's an inspiration to create music and art.

#kasia things #minecraft #mineblr

[lassify]

The Origins of Anya's Name

*Spoilers for Mission 11*

Thanks to the CDA discord for inspiring me to write this.

As someone who shares a name with our beloved main character, I am just now realising that I have taken for granted how 'Anya' goes through several different spelling presentations in the manga. Blame the people in my life who constantly mispell it, which has densitised me to all the versions.😂

So, I know none of you asked for this little etymology lesson, but here you go anyway 🥰

P1: Anya

'Anya' is the Anglicisation of both 'Anja' and 'Ania'. (It is, in my biased opinion, the best version.)

P2: Anja

Anya with a 'j' (still pronounced as a 'y') originates from Germany. On reflection, it's interesting that although SxF is set in a German-adjacent country, we never see this version.

P3: Ania

In the early chapters, many of you noticed that Anya's name was spelled "Ania" on the front of her door. This is actually not a spelling mistake, because "Ania" originates from Eastern Europe (e.g. Poland or Russia, but I lean towards Polish explanations because that is my ancestry).

The interesting thing about this version is that "Ania" is actually the diminutive of "Anna". Eastern European names tend to have a 'formal' version (the name on legal documents), and the 'diminutive' version, which is essentially a nickname that close friends or family would use.

In Polish, other examples of diminutives would be:

'Olka' for 'Aleksandra' (sound familiar?)

'Basia' for 'Barbara'

'Kasia' for 'Katarzyna'

'Joasia' for 'Joanna' (sometimes people will also use 'Asia' - pronounced 'Asha') - As a side note, this sounds a bit familiar to the previous incarnation of Anya's design, which I believe was 'Ashe'. Perhaps Endo just really like diminutives. Perhaps it's a coincidence.

I also think it's interesting that Yor carved this version first. I'm wondering if it relates somehow to Yor's background, for example if her hometown was bordering an Eastern European country, or if she knows anyone with this background.

If I were use the information from Mission 11 to create a hypothesis, it would be that Anya (the character) likely originates from a Polish/Russian/Eastern European country in the SxF world. I think because Endo has used diminutives for other characters (e.g. Olka), a country like this likely exists in this world.

(I've actually HC'd this for a long time, I've just never had a chance to bring it up...)

Secondly, because the name 'Ania' is also used by friends and family, it is also possible that Anya doesn't know that her formal/legal name might actually be Anna. I would like to believe that in Anya's pre-lab life, she learned that her name is 'Anya' because the name was spoken by someone who loved her.

I'm not sure why the scientists at the lab called her 'Anya' instead of her lab number: perhaps the lab is not located in her home country, and therefore the scientists wouldn't know that the actual origin is 'Anna'. Or maybe they use her diminutive because it is a manipulative tactic to get her to comply with their demands (by appearing more 'friendly'). Who knows.

This could potentially make the reveal of her past that much more heartbreaking, as we don't know yet how she ended up in the lab.

Finally:

I've seen so many more hypotheses and theories from this chapter, so feel free to add them on! Thank you for reading and letting me share my piece.

#spy x family #anya forger #sxf #spy x family spoilers #lassify goes on a tangent again #ania is actually not a mistake #language differences #the worldbuilding in sxf just got a little more interesting

[saintmuses]

❝𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧❞

Pairing:

Dark!Mike Kiernan x Neighbor!Reader

Summary:

Mike liked his neighbor a little too much that he was willing to do anything to have her even if it meant destroying her if she didn’t listen.

Warning(s): SMUT. Dub-con. Implied age gap (everybody’s grown). Infidelity. Soft!dark!Mike. Possessive!Mike. Manipulation. Hints of stalking. Blackmail. Technology is involved. Like this is filthy as hell. P in V. Fingering. Oral (f-receiving). Flashbacks in italics as well as phone calls. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 3.3k

Craning his neck, Mike inhaled slowly before exhaling as he tilted his head to the original position to look out the glass panes of his window to her bedroom window across the yard.

She couldn’t see him, but he could see her. She was opting for comfort by wearing a plain t-shirt and black shorts. He could tell she was not wearing a bra underneath which sent a slight shiver down his back ah the idea of getting his hands on her breasts.

He had learned everything about her as much as he could after he noticed her the first time a year ago.

The easiest way to have some sense of connection to her was being such a friendly neighbor with phone numbers exchanged.

“Are you lonely? Is that why you call me?”

He hesitated, “yes.” He murmured, a little white lie slipped from his tongue, using one of his fingers to trace the cord that connected to the receiver from the machine. “After Kasia broke up with me, it’s very quiet around here.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. We wanted different things,” he said truthfully. He had meant what he said, but he did not want them with his former girlfriend. He wanted them with his neighbor. “Apparently she fell in love with her roommate.”

“Ouch.” He could hear her wincing, and he smiled slightly at her next words. “Fine, I’ll be your shoulder for you to cry on.” She said exasperated, but with a smile in her voice.

First photo set of her in red lacy nightgown ended up in his camera roll on his slim device the first time he spotted her standing by the window unintentionally.

Also mentally filing away the fact she had a boyfriend who didn’t appreciate her. Beers and sports parties was his go-to dates with Y/N. He knew he could treat her far better than her boyfriend ever would.

“Just because I said I’ll be willing to lean an ear for you, it means you call me every night?” She huffed into the receiver, and he grinned because he could tell it was without a bite.

“You’re being mean,” he smirked, watching the clear liquid swirling in the glass as he shifted it.

“I’m not being mean.” 

“Oh, but you are.” He said albeit breathlessly.

More photos saved into his camera roll as she wore soft burgundy lacy bra and panties that night.

“I saw you a few weeks ago with your face beaten up…are you okay?”

“Eh, just a misunderstanding. I had to clear it with the schoolboard. Skunk was being bullied by her two neighbors, and I stopped them.” He shrugged although she could not see him. “Guess the girl didn’t like the consequences, conspired with her sister, and accused me of being inappropriate towards her, and their father wasn’t happy with it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

The ringing ended with a click as it was picked up. Her breathing could be heard through the receiver as he waited for her to greet him.

“Hello?”

“Come up to the back patio,” he murmured, an urgency in his tone as he spoke into the receiver.

“Mister Kiern-“

“I know for a fact you are alone with a big bowl of what did you say is your favorite snack?” He inquired as he observed her through his window blinds.

She sighed, letting out a soft laugh that sent his heart into a state of pitter patter. “Puppy Chow,” she said petulantly.

He hummed in acknowledgment; he knew that of course. “And you’re drinking something with Moscato in the biggest wine glass you could find which I do have. So come up to the patio.” He said beguilingly, attempting to convince her.

“I have a boyfriend.”

A grimace flitted across his face. “I know but fuck him.” He said bluntly, irritation coated his tongue as he spoke into the receiver. “It doesn’t hurt to hang with friends. We are friends, aren’t we?”

A long pause then a sigh. “Fine, I’ll be there.” She relented.

He couldn't stop the toothy grin from spreading across his face. “Alright.”

Mike had been filling their wine glasses with her favorite wine twice now since she had been here for forty-five minutes.

He enjoyed being in her presence; however, she had to stop calling him by his last name as if it was going set any boundaries between them.

“Stop calling me mister Kiernan,” he murmured, sucking in his bottom lip, and swiping his tongue across it.

She looked at him in surprise. “What else am I supposed to call you?” She was confused, and he chuckled slightly.

“My name.” He stated the obvious.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He stared at her. “Say my name.” He leaned in, using his nose to graze the curve of her cheekbone. “Say my name,” he repeated softly.

Her lips parted; his eyes flickered down to them while he was internally smirking. She was almost susceptible to his wiles. Although he was silently begging for her to say his given name.

“Mike.” It was a whisper. A word that bridged the distance between them in a way despite not moving at all.

He tilted his head slightly, observing her facial features. “You’re stunning,” he breathed, staring at her.

She shifted slightly in her seat, clearly, she was uncomfortable with the compliment he gave her. “You’re just lonely and I’m the only one who’s willing to deal with you.”

Mike chuckled, seeing how she was attempting to deflect him. “I’ve been wanting to say that since I met you,” he admitted.

She hesitated, eyeing him before reaching for her bag. “This is inappropriate. I…I have to go,” she said quickly, stuttering as she stood up from patio sofa.

His hand snapped around her wrist in a vice grip as she attempted to walk past his legs that were in her way, he tilted his head to the side as he peered up at her. A hint of amusement in the lilt of his smile as if he found her attempting to leave funny.

“I have photos of you in your underwear,” the words were spoken in a calm tone, building the tension towards the threat. “If you leave now, I will gladly send them to your boyfriend.” He said casually, his thumb rubbed absentmindedly across her wrist.

She looked at him with wide eyes. “When did you…?” She trailed off, and he knew she was afraid of the answer.

“Every time you changed by the window. You forgot you had an audience across from you, didn’t you?” His tone went from calm to almost condescending with a hint of rhetorician since they both knew the answer. She had truly no idea she had a peeping tom club of one member.

“You wouldn’t.”

His lips curled to the side in a form of a nasty smirk. “Oh, but I would.” He then chuckled, without a sense of humor in his tone.

“We didn’t do anything, it’s just me changing my clothes by the window.” Her voice was weak, trodden like.

“Well, your boyfriend wouldn’t know that, would he?” He questioned flippantly, almost mockingly as his eyebrows raised. “All I have to do is send him those risqué photos without any context and he would just take it how it is.” 

Her bottom lip trembled as she swallowed, “why are you doing this?” He knew she felt betrayed by him…more of his intentions since they were not true honest to begin with, and she was just figuring that out.

“I’m just tired of not having what I want…” his eyes trailed from her eyes down to her wrist that he held with a precision of a tight grip, “and what I want is you. Now sit next to me, sweetheart.” His tone booked no space for arguments.

His grip on her wrist eased up when she sat down next to him. He heard a slight echo noise when she dropped her bag next to her leg.

He inhaled slowly and deeply as his eyes roved over her body, relieved after all this time he finally got what he wanted.

Mike placed his hand on her knee, right next to her hands, gliding his thumb over her skin.

“I just want you.” He said softly, nudging her hand with his before he grabbed it.

Her breathing turned erratic, as a hot shiver of delight went through him as his hand eased her onto his covered pulsating cock and he began a fluid stroke in her palm, “you feel that?” He rasped into her ear, “that’s what you do to me. You’ve been doing this to me for a year.”

He could tell she was mentally calculating the math of when he had felt this way. “Ever since I moved here?” 

“Even then.” 

He wound his hands into her hair, cradling her head almost reverently, while he hungrily, desperately, violently, met her lips with a savage force.

He knew the circumstances were not idealistic, he knew she did not want him, at least not like this, but he was desperate for her.

His heart raced as she seemed to accept his request. He smiled softly into her lips and moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the furniture, his body pressed against the curve of her thigh as he pulled his glasses off his face and set them on the table beside them.

He leaned away slightly with an intent of reaching out with his hand and gently raising her shirt until the sliver of her breast began to reveal to his hungry eyes.

He then leaned down and started kissing her skin under her breast, lightly licking the flesh as he did so. His lips were teasing, making sure that she enjoyed every moment before slowly building up the intensity.

He was going to make sure she would like it even if she did not want to.

His tongue moved from the skin to the edge of her breast, his tongue slowly kissing along the edge as he pushed the hem of her shirt to reveal more of her breast.

His lips curled slightly when he heard her whimpering, especially when he nipped the curve of her breast before trailing his tongue from the spot to her nipple. 

His lips continued to nibble on her breast while his tongue swirled around her nipple; gently teasing it. His hands moved up to her shirt, quickly removing it completely so that she was shirtless in front of him.

He leaned back, his gaze locked on her body before his fingers slowly traced down the curve of her body, moving from her chest to her hips before placing his hands on them.

He took a second to appreciate her body before his fingers slid into the waistline of her shorts, slowly easing them down her thighs. After he dropped the article of clothing next to the patio furniture, he settled his hands on her ankles.

“Spread your legs for me.” He said breathlessly, almost inaudibly as her legs parted, exposing her thighs to his ravenous gaze.

His hands trailed from her ankles to her thighs, gripping them before he reached for her fabric covered cunt, tracing his index and middle fingers down her slit before pressing into her folds.

She was soaking wet, and he could feel it through the fabric.

He smirked at her soft little pants as she let him touch her clit through her underwear. His eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of her hips shifting, her thighs widening slightly as he traced her sensitive spot. 

He continued sliding his fingers of his other hand along the soft skin of her thighs, his thumb gently teasing the edge of her underwear.

He then leaned back to stand up, removing his shirt in process until he was bare chest. Then he removed his pants, only in his boxer briefs. 

Mike grinned as she watched him remove his shirt and his pants, exposing the shape of his slim muscles and pale chest. Her gaze was roaming over his body before he sat back down in the same spot, leaning forward again. 

Mike’s fingers moved to the edges of her underwear, beginning the process of removing them.

She closed her thighs so he could get the underwear down easily before parting them even wider to expose her vulnerable spot to him.

He smirked at her easy cooperation as she parted her thighs. He had expected her to be a little hesitant and resistant, but she wasn’t making this a challenge. 

His fingers moved her folds apart to reveal her swollen clit after he removed her underwear. 

As she was now exposed to his hungry gaze, Mike leaned down to kiss her spot, lips caressed her folds gently before parting it to let his tongue trail up her cunt, lapping at her wetness. He swallowed it before kissing her spot again, then leaned back to look up at her face, his lips curved into a soft grin as he observed her reaction. 

Her lips parted as her eyelids were closed tightly. Her face was flushed from arousal.

“Such a sensitive girl,” he cooed softly, rumbling softly in his chest.

Opening her eyes, she flushed profusely. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just…I’ve never been touched.” She mumbled.

Mike chuckled, however a thrill shot down his spine at the thought of being the first one to take her, despite having a boyfriend and knowing she used her sex toys to play with herself. 

His chuckle faded, only humming to indicate his understanding before he leaned down to kiss her sensitive spot again. 

“There’s no need to apologize,” he said softly, his lips still on her cunt. “I was just…observing how sensitive you are.”

He kissed her clit again, this time, using his tongue to explore the texture on her sensitive spot, gently kissing and lapping at her cunt some more until her hips began to shift slowly as she parted her thighs even wider.

He then leaned back slightly to grab his phone that was lying on coffee table, and he looked up to see her gaze on him. She was confused, looking at him with a question in her eyes, clearly waiting for an explanation.

“I just need to capture these moments,” he responded softly, a smirk on his lips as she parted her thighs even more, exposing her sensitive cunt to the dimming light of the sky. “I want to remember every moment of you.”

She breathed, looking away shyly before closing her eyes .

He felt her skin as he parted her folds slightly, feeling her hole gaping slightly as he did so then he bit down his bottom lip as he pressed the icon that indicated a photo being taken. 

He parted her folds even more, this time, moving his finger gently into her hole. He felt it tightened slightly around his finger as he took another picture. 

“I need these images of you,” he murmured as he took another picture. More pictures began to pile into his camera roll, more digital prints to jerk himself off to later whenever she was not available.

Mike’s breath grew deeper from the sight of her lips parted and her eyes clamped shut from the soft noises she was letting out as he pushed down on the side of the opening to make it gape wider.

He felt her walls attempting to tighten around his finger as she whimpered, and he took another picture, this time, making sure that the camera captured the up-close position of her cunt.

He smiled softly, eyeing her as she opened her eyes, and he placed his phone aside to her thigh. He took a long look at her, observing her reaction as he withdrew his finger from her cunt.

He then reached for his underwear, pushing them down his hips then his pale thighs. Pushing them off to the side after it reached around his ankles, then he propped himself onto his knees on the cushion between her thighs.

Mike inhaled sharply when he noticed her curious eyes on his cock, he slowly began to hover her, wanting to keep her gaze on it while his eyes were locked on her cunt, his body and demeanor suggesting that he was ready to take her body and make her his for his own enjoyment.

He dragged her thighs until the back of her thighs meets the sides of his legs. Making him almost pressing against her. while he was stroking himself lightly, he only placed the thick tip of his cock against her little hole with no intention of taking her just yet.

His body language was one pure dominance and lust. He had a grip on her thighs, keeping her legs from moving too much so that he could fully enjoy her body however he pleased.

Mike moved her legs as he adjusted the position of his body over her body. He had his device ready once again, the thick tip of his cock placed against her little hole. 

He smirked to himself as he aimed the camera at her cunt, getting the picture he desired.

He then switched over to video format, pressing to record as he used his other hand to use his thumb to stretch the hole lightly, teasing his thick tip with it as it gaped slightly. His throat rumbled with a slight groan as her hole was beginning to stretch by his thumb and the feeling of it felt good against his cock. 

He made her legs part even more as he held her thighs, keeping her in place to ensure that he wouldn’t miss a thing, that the recording wouldn’t miss the sight of it.

He pushed into her opening just very slightly, letting her feel the tip of the thick head of his cock before pulling away slightly and repeating the process.

He was enjoying the expression on her face, seeing how she squeezed her eyes shut and let out soft little whimpers. 

His fingers were firm on her folds, keeping them apart as he continued teasing her hole, pushing his cock in into her cunt slightly and then pulling out as he filmed it.

His eyes then widened as he saw her hands pulling her folds apart to make her little hole gape wide, exposing her sensitive area beautifully to the camera. He groaned a bit at her action and used his thumb to slowly trace her hole as she kept her thighs parted while letting him film it.

Mike pushed his thick tip into her opening with more force this time, the tip slowly slid into her hole. His breathing became deeper, almost ragged as he slowly entered her cunt deeper than before.

He stopped filming it, throwing the phone to the side and gave her a harsh thrust as he slammed the rest of his cock into her, making her cry out.

He let out a grunt as he felt the heat enveloped his girth, “fuck.” He breathed as he gripped her hips tightly. His fingers flexing into her skin as he reared back and thrusted back into her with such force.

She whined loudly, arching her back before he began to drag her along with him as he eased himself onto the cushion, his back pressed against the patio furniture.

She muttered brokenly as she sunk down on his length. “I- “ she was out of breath already, her eyes half lidded as her hands held onto his shoulders.

“Fuck.” His hands grabbed her hips to control her motions, using his hands to guide her up and down. “Taking me so good,” he grunted in her ear before leaning away slightly. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her bouncing on top of his thighs.

#mike kiernan #broken (2012) #cillian murphy x reader #mike kiernan x reader #Mike Kiernan x you #Mike Kiernan x y/n

[cillsmurph]

Will you do one thing for me? Will you just apologize to Skunk for me? For all the embarrassing shit - that she's had to witness. 'Cause she's a terrific kid. You know, and someday she's just gonna blow us all away. Do you reckon… She's… Kasia, someday she's just gonna blow us all away.

Cillian Murphy as Mike Kiernan

Broken (2012) dir. Rufus Norris

#cillian murphy #broken #broken (2012) #mike kiernan #mike <3333 #cmurphyedit #filmedit #movieedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #cilliangifs #2010s #drama #find out why he gets beat up in this one! #*

[atlantis-archive]

Disney Lorcana Into the Inklands previews

The third set of the Disney Lorcana trading card game will feature cards based on Atlantis: The Lost Empire. Set is due to release on 24/02/2024. (cards sourced from Mushu Report)

Text:

JOSHUA SWEET The Doctor Amber Character Storyborn · Ally Cost: 4 (Inkwell) Strength: 1 Willpower: 5 Lore: 2 Bodyguard (his character may enter play exerted. An opposing character who challenges one of your characters must choose one with Bodyguard if able.) --- "Heading out to the inklands? Come on back if you need patching up." Art by Jeanne Plounevez Common 5/204·EN·3

KIDA Atlantean Amber Character Storyborn · Hero · Princess Cost: 1 (Inkwell) Strength: 2 Willpower: 2 Lore: 1 -- welcome to the inklands. [this lore is written in the Atlantean language] Art by Nicoletta Baldari Common 6/204·EN·3

HELGA SINCLAIR Femme Fatale Emerald Character Floodborn · Villain Cost: 5 (Plain) Strength: 4 Willpower: 4 Lore: 2 Shift 3 (You may pay 3 ⬡ to play this on top of one of your characters named Helga Sinclair.) THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING Whenever this character quests, you may deal 3 damage to chosen damaged character. --- Art by Alice Pisoni Super Rare 74/204·EN·3

HELGA SINCLAIR Vengeful Partner Emerald Character Storyborn · Villain Cost: 2 (Inkwell) Strength: 2 Willpower: 1 Lore: 1 NOTHING PERSONAL When this character is challenged and banished, banish the challenging character. --- "You said we were in this together!" Art by Kasia Brzezinska Rare 75/204·EN·3

LYLE TIBERIUS ROURKE Cunning Mercenary Emerald Character Storyborn · Villain Cost: 3 (Plain) Strength: 2 Willpower: 4 Lore: 1 WELL, NOW YOU KNOW When you play this character, chosen opposing character gains Reckless during their next turn. (They can't quest and must challenge if able.) THANKS FOR VOLUNTEERING Whenever one of your other characters is banished, each opponent loses 1 lore. --- Art by Mike Parker Super Rare 78/204·EN·3

MILO THATCH Clever Cartographer Emerald Character Dreamborn · Hero Cost: t: 1 (Inkwell) Strength: 2 Willpower: 2 Lore: 1 --- "Believe me, studying gibberish really can take you places!" Art by Giuseppe di Maio Common 79/204·EN·3

MILO THATCH King of Atlantis Emerald Character Floodborn · Hero · King Cost: 7 (Plain) Strength: 4 Willpower: 4 Lore 3 Shift 4 (You may pay 4 ⬡ to play this on top of one of your character named Milo Thatch.) TAKE THEM BY SURPRISE When this character is banished, return all opposing characters to their payers' hands. --- "You don't know what you're tampering with." Art by Valerio Buonfantino Legendary 80/204·EN·3

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[phoenixyfriend]

Ko-Fi prompt from @kayasurin:

Economy topic - Trickle Down Economics, why they work/don't work

HI it's been two months since I got this prompt, so. Sorry about that. been a lot going on in my personal life, so let's hope this makes up for the wait.

(To anyone who was considering doing a ko-fi prompt... I promise to get to them, but I cannot promise a reasonable time frame, sorry.)

So, Trickle-down economics, and if they work.

Short answer: They absolutely don't.

Longer answer that you actually paid for:

Trickle-down is basically a propaganda-driven hustle that rich people run against the working class. It's an economic theory that is known to not function, but since it serves the people up top to keep pushing it, we still have to deal with people pretending it's a real thing.

The basic concept of it is that if the capitalists at the top are allowed to retain more money (less taxes), then that money will naturally find its way lower down the pyramid through natural market forces. If a wealthy individual is allowed to keep an extra 50% of their marginal income, then the bulk of that 50% will go into their businesses, reinvested to generate more wealth by purchasing new equipment, running R&D, and paying more money to more workers. By not paying the taxes, they wealthiest classes can direct their money as they see fit, so really they don't end up with any more money than they would have if they paid their taxes!

As you can guess, this is not what actually happens in almost every possible application of the theory.

First, let's address the concept of marginal tax rates. They get a lot of hate, but I find this infographic explains the reality best:

(source: This post, but originally from Kasia Babis on The Nib/@thenib)

To summarize for those using a screen reader:

Let's say you earn 50k every year, and we're not going to bother with currency, because this is a simplified explanation. In this scenario, there is a national/federal income tax of approximately 20%. With that, you give 10k to the government, and retain 40k for your own purposes.

You have a neighbor who makes 500k every year. In this hypothetical, a marginal tax rate applies to earnings over 100k. The marginal tax rate is 70%. What does that mean for your neighbor?

They pay 20% on the 100k, which is 20k. Then they pay 70% on the remaining 400k, which is 280k. Combining the base tax and marginal, they are taxed 300k. At the end of the day, they are left with 200k. The total tax on their income is 60%. If you're following along, you can tell that regardless of the final percentage, anyone that the marginal tax applies to is always going to get to keep at least 80k, the amount left of the pay that is taxed at the base rate.

The more you earn, the more you are taxed. Again, this is super simplified, but this is the most basic way marginal taxation works. (Tax brackets are related but not entirely the same thing.)

With a marginal tax, exorbitant wealth is curtailed by forcing that wealth back into the system. The understanding is that nobody can actually perform hundreds of times more labor than their lowest-paid worker, and so all that surplus income was in some way not distributed properly. They get to keep enough to live on, quite comfortably, but not all of it.

There may be some companies that are willing to cap their highest wages in relation to their lowest, but those are far and few between. There's a reason the average ratio of CEO to entry level worker in the US is nearly 400:1... up from 1965's 20:1. (source)

Trickle-down theorizes that, if allowed to keep that exorbitant wealth, the Capitalists will distribute that wealth back to their workers or reinvest it into productive enterprise, and do so in response to market forces or out of fear of a return of the marginal tax.

This is not what happens, basically ever. People do not earn that much money if they are already paying a living wage and distributing wealth properly. You cannot get exorbitantly wealthy through anything other than wage theft, system abuse, or capital-based market manipulation (see: hedge funds, housing market).

I suppose you could inherit the money, or win the lottery, but the latter is actually taxed higher than the former, believe it or not. The United States federal government doesn't have an inheritance tax, and most states also don't. There might be various legal fees and such, but not any actual taxes.

Where we end up is that those taxes the rich don't have to pay go instead towards 'passive income' schemes and market manipulation like the housing market.

(That is an entire separate rant, but yeah, most of the housing market at that income bracket is, to some degree, deliberately manipulated by those involved in it. We are all 100% watching for that bubble burst that is inevitably heading our way.)

The wealth does not trickle down to the workers. It is guided by those who have it, and they are significantly more likely to put it in foreign bank accounts, liquid assets, and real estate that they hope will gain value for a capital gain at sale.

Trickle-down economics relies on the goodwill of the wealthy, but almost nobody gets that wealthy by having goodwill to spare.

(Prompt me on ko-fi!)

#trickle down #trickle down economics #economics #economics prompts #ko fi prompts #ko fi

[morgenlich]

i also somehow forgot that robb wanted to legitimize jon and name him his heir…something jon will never know about……

#ough #kasia rereads asoiaf #i do wonder how jon would have reacted #like it’s one thing when stannis offers but robb would be another story i think