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81emily71 · 22 days ago

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hey guys, i’m so sorry this chapter took so long, i’m currently cooking in between exams, but we thrive ig 😭 also idk if you guys can tell but when i cant think of a name for a fic i name it after a song 🤡 and if anything is incorrect, im super sorry, im writing this based on what i’ve done in my many years of ballet. this was also meant to be longer but oh well. we love fast burn. anyways, as per, fic under the cut!

part 2, part 3

warnings: idiots in love, alternate universe - ballerinas, fluff, attempt at humour, feelings realisation, fast burn-ish (?), mack’s obsession with will’s thighs ™️, mild angst, mild hurt/comfort, will is so oblivious, ballet lingo, ambiguous/open ending

wc: 1503

chapters: 1/3

description: Mack had waited his whole life for this, principal dancer at the American Ballet Theatre at only 18 years old. The only thing he didn’t expect was Will to be there, too, and the feelings that occur

Am I Okay?

Chapter 1

There Mack stood, proud in front of the American Ballet Theatre, officially one of their newest Principal Dancers. In the best ballet company in America, at only 18 years old, and considering the youngest male ballerina they had previously was Thomas Bordeleau, who was promoted to a Principal Dancer at 22, he had high hopes for himself to achieve greatness one day.

All his hard work, all his dedication, all his time spent learning and perfecting the Aminta Act III variation as a turner and not a jumper, all the nights spent late at the studio, all his struggling to balance dance and school, all his time spent correcting himself, all the time his father spent telling him he could be better. It all paid off. Because this wasn’t the Koltun Ballet in Boston anymore, it wasn’t the Youth America Grand Prix, or Prix de Lausanne, this was the pinnacle of American Ballet.

He took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the grueling eyes of those who had been there for much longer than he had, who had better technique, who had many more years of experience. He glanced up at the archways above him one last time, and walked inside, his bag held close to his side. A few other dancers were starting today, as well, it was the first day of the season, many new faces adorned the halls to those who had attended for some time.

That was when he spotted him. Will Smith. The bane of his existence at ballet school for the last year, and the bane of his existence at Grand Prix‘s for the last decade. Honestly, he had no hard feelings with Will, he was just that good that he made competing against him a pain in the ass. He was a Solo Artist for Boston Ballet School for the last two years, and a lot of people expected him to continue to the full company, but when the American Ballet Theatre makes you an offer, you never refuse.

He walked up to the front desk, being advised a map, and another schedule to his upcoming classes, and a pairs sheet he only had time to glance at, catching a few familiar names. Just as he stepped away from the desk, he felt a hand clap him on the shoulder, turning him around.

“Well, if it isn’t Macklin Celebrini, as I live and breathe.” Will said, that stupid smirk he always had once again decorating his face.

“Will Smith.” He replied, a smile washing over his own cheeks. “Good to see you, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s nice to have a familiar face here.” Will glanced around the room, there were a few people who had changed companies this year who had joined them, but they all seemed to know each other - the ballet community is small when you’re successful enough.

Mack followed Will’s gaze, his eyes landing on the likes of Tyler Toffoli - a veteran with way too high jumps, and even better turns - Alexander Wennberg - a seasoned dancer with a beautiful balance - and Barclay Goodrow - a pairs dancer who had enough strength to lift the equivalent of four women over his head at one given time. It’s safe to say Mack was a little intimidated.

There weren't any new female ballerinas this year, but Micah Zandee-Hart was paired with Tyler Toffoli, Allyson Simpson was paired with Alex Wennberg, Jessie Eldridge was paired with Barclay Goodrow, and next to Mack and Will’s names was the dreaded phrase. TBA. As a male ballerina, it’s hard to receive solo variations, especially in their rookie seasons.

A few dancers left ABT at the end of last season, a few retiring, and a few going to other companies, but in order to sign both Macklin and Will, they had to cut a female dancer. This meant that one of the more experienced dancers who’d been at ABT for longer - like William Eklund or Mario Ferraro - would more likely be the ones having solo roles in the next showcase.

His first class was in 30 minutes in one of the studios close by - he came early to allow time for warm up and stretching his limbs, tight from the off season. He walked with Will to the studio, some Vets trailing behind them, as they chatted about everything that’s been going on since their shared time in Boston. When they reach the room, it’s open, and a few dancers are already in there, such as Micah, Logan Couture, Alyson, Jessie, Alex Carpenter, Henry Thrun, Abby Roque, Ty Dellandrea, and Fabian Zetterlund to name a few.

Mack and Will placed their bags under the bar, and started warming themselves up.

“Dude, you don’t understand, my hamstrings have been so tight recently.” Will complained as he folded himself in half, his chest resting on his knees as he wrapped his arms around the back of his calves.

“Oh be quiet, I can barely get my hands flat on a good day. “ Mack shot back, sitting in a lunge.

“Yeah, but you’ve got other redeeming qualities. you can do like 12 clean pirouettes and say “oh that was so bad”.”

“Hey, that was one time, and I only said that because I was barely en relevé.”

“Oh, boo hoo.”

Mack chuckled in response, changing his stretch to a half split. They kept talking - about ballet and other things alike - until they were nearly fully warm, and Mack was practicing his lá secondés in the mirror, complaining about how he’s a bit rusty from the few weeks off, and people start to filter in until the class is full. Just when he goes over to get a drink, their teacher walks in. Ryan Warsofsky. A choreography genius and known to have a few questionable tactics sometimes, but way too good to let go.

He ushered everyone over to the barres, getting some students to carry three stand-alones to the centre, and starting the class as soon as he stepped foot in.

For the entire start of the class, he can feel his eyes in the back of his head, studying his every move, and assessing every tiny mess-up. Warso had seen him dance before; at competitions, at summer intensives, and at tryouts, so he knew what to expect of him. Maybe that’s what made it worse. Was his turnout not what he expected? Was his leg not high enough in Rond de Jambe? Was his supporting leg slightly bent? Was his plié not deep enough? Was his posture bad? A million different possibilities ran through his head, but Warso never said anything.

He felt his eyes shift from Mack when Petite Allegro started, but another pair washed over his body, he just couldn’t pinpoint who. Mack and Will were separated for centre work, and Mack couldn’t help but notice a few things about him that he hadn’t paid any mind to in their various competitions against each other. He had very nice legs, but not in the way that a regular male dancer had, in a way that made him look like Michaelangelo sculpted his muscle-bone ratio, and spent weeks on one muscle group at a time. Their uniform consisted of white shirts, which were slightly sheer and skin tight, meaning he could watch as every muscle in Will’s back moved to make him dance so freely and with such gorgeous technique. He let his eyes rake over the beautiful figure in front of him that is Will Smith, and each specific feature about him. There were a few moments when he had to rip his eyes away from his ass, or a specific area that Mack would never repeat to anyone, ever - mostly because he did barely anything to hide it, almost like he knew, and didn’t care who saw.

It’s fine, just a bro admiring the gorgeous thighs of his main competitor for the last 5 or so years. Totally normal. He’s completely fine.

“See something you like, Celly?” Fuck.

Will threw a smirk over his shoulder and his words were only loud enough for Mack to hear. He flushed a red that could be chalked up to nervousness, and Will let out one of his signature chuckles.

“I’m joking, dude, get used to it.” Mack let out what can only be described as a laugh that resembled a cat coughing up a fur ball too closely to truly be considered a giggle.

The rest of the class went similar to that - chirping, giggling, jokes, critiques from Warso and each other, and strange introductions to Vets. Toff was the nicest out of them so far, but he did hope to warm up to a few others soon, even if that was their first class back.

The class was technique mainly, their first show of the season wasn’t for another 2 months, so they didn’t have to worry about roles for that just yet, and it’s not like they could start pairs yet, with Mack and Will not having partners yet. They’d figure it out. Eventually.

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leftistfeminista · 6 months ago

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Fidel Castro's short history of the World

Spoken: December 2, 1961

The Building of Communism

Marxism is continuing to develop. Now, one has only to read Khrushchev's report to the 22nd Congress, which is a wholly political treatise, one that begins to confront an entirely new task, the building of communism. Marx did not say how to set up a socialist regime or society. Marx did not say how to build a socialist society. Marx interpreted the laws of history, made a correct interpretation, studied the nature of class society, developed a whole revolutionary theory by virtue of which he explained history through the development of means of production. He studied history through the systems of production which in turn develop relationships of production. These little words, I warn you, are quite hard to understand when one begins to study Marxism -- means of production, system of production, relationships of production -- but they can be explained perfectly through practical examples. He interprets history, for until then, history was a mass of interpretations.

Some gave a divine interpretation to history. They said: history develops in accordance with supernatural designs, in accord with the designs of God. Others said that men make history and that men who made history were individuals like Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon. There were racial theories of history, claiming that race was the determining factor of history. A series of anti-scientific theories. A series of absurd theories. Then Marx says: no, history is not made by the divinity, not made by races. History is a process of development, determined by the material conditions of production. In other words, man first has to live. I'll explain this in simpler terms.

Man has to live. In order to live, he begins to struggle with nature. First stage of man: man the gatherer; the Stage of primitive communism. In the stage of primitive communism, land is common, property is common, means of production are absolutely rudimentary, corresponding to the stage in which man's means of production are most elemental; that is, in techniques for producing goods to satisfy his needs, man is really very poor. I am not going to give you a better lesson than Lionel, but I am going to explain things, not to you; I am going to explain things to the people.

Primitive Communism and Its Mode of Production

In the stage of primitive communism, there are neither exploiters nor exploited; property is held in common; and some social groups still live under primitive communism in some parts of the world. I have to laugh, because at times some comrades want to make such a great leap ahead as to land in primitive communism. Yet, it is fitting that we learn to appreciate this difference in order to distinguish between primitive communism and the communism the Soviet Union is planning for. What is the difference? Simply this, the fundamental, the big and outstanding difference is that the former was a communism of poverty, an elemental life of poverty and scarcity among men which corresponded to their means of production. The means of production, techniques of production, of cultivation, the first accumulations of capital develop. This further develops, as a consequence, the private appropriation of the means of production and of land, (domestic) animals, of farming tools. A new mode of production, new relations of production consequently arise as the means of production develop.

Private owners appear on the scene: private owners of livestock and farming implements, of land, and also, as a means of production, of men themselves.

Slavery

The second social system (in the history) of man was the system of slavery, of slave labor; very simple, very rudimentary; more advanced, much more advanced, of course, than the techniques of labors in the stage of primitive communism. So, the system of slavery spread. This is the system that characterizes that whole epoch of mankind, of the history of Greece especially, of Rome. The whole Roman Empire developed with that social system as a base. Men were then divided into slave-owners, the masters... There were classes that had no political rights, but had certain civil rights; for example, in Rome, the plebians, as well as the slaves.

Everyone knows the history of the struggles of those classes to free themselves -- the history of the slaves and their uprisings so shake off the yoke of slavery. The slaves managed to rise up, and developed a great movement all over Italy, opposed to Roman power. They placed the power of Rome in jeopardy, founded cities, even organized a nation of slaves. In the long run, their revolution was smashed.

(We have) the movements of the plebians with the Gracchi, demanding their rights from the Roman patricians who had economic rights and political rights. Eventually, the system of slavery is superceded, replaced by a system which was a little more benign, but nonetheless still cruel and still a system of exploitation, coming into being as the Roman Empire fell apart: the system of feudalism..

Under feudalism individuals were not slaves, but were semi-slaves, dependent on the feudal lords, who owned the land. They worked part of the time on their own land, part on the lands of their masters, a situation that does not really differ much from that of some peasants today, who work on the land of their landlords and have to turn over half the crop to him, and, in addition, have to supply their own tools and seed.

And that medieval system corresponded to the Middle Ages, was based on the system of serfdom. Men were dependent on a few lords, on the land; when those holdings passed to the hands of other lords of the nobility or of the feudal aristocracy, the peasants changed hands with them. Again, this is not much different from what happens in some countries, like Peru, where latifundias are still sold with the Indians on them.

The Bourgeoisie

Now a new class emerges, but who? The manufacturers, the traders, the merchants make their appearance. Where do the traders and merchants set up shop? In the towns, in the villages. As a result, they begin to develop industry, trade. But this trade finds itself bound in shackles. What shackles? I don't see any shackles... What shackles do they find? They find all the shackles of feudalism. What were these, shackles? A whole array of taxes, complete insecurity. When merchandise leaves a town, goes from one village to another, from one medieval burg to another, they have to pay a whole series of tolls. You can imagine what happened with goods from the Near East, from those countries to Italy: spices, perfumes, gold, and things like that, that had to reach France and pass through a hundred feudal lords, a hundred practically different states that did have, it is true, some fealty, some weak bonds, in the first stage of feudalism, to the power of a king, of an absolute monarch.

This new social class coming to the fore, that is, the class of traders and merchants, very rudimentary, to be sure, begins to build up the economy, to accumulate wealth, and begins to clash with the existing relations of production. That is, the existing social relations, the superstructure -- so they call it technically in Lionel's classes -- the economic structure begins to conflict with the social superstructure. The economic structure of the emerging class comes up against all that framework that was a real hindrance to its growth. That social class then begins to fight for a whole series of rights. It undertakes a long struggle. The new class kept winning such rights in the various countries of Europe. In some cases, the movement culminated in a bloody revolution, in others in less bloody revolution, in still others in a transformation, but the indisputable fact is that the problem was the same in all countries. That is, this rising social class, the bourgeoisie -- and that is where the word "bourgeoisie" stems from -- appeared everywhere, in France, in Germany, in England, in Italy. It had no political rights, it represented different interests from the interests of the nobles and the aristocracy that ruled those countries. It began the struggle against the aristocracy, and then two social classes became locked in struggle: the nobility versus the bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie came out on top, as it inevitably had to.

How did it triumph? In France, through a bloody and violent struggle. First, national states were set up, developing in a way parallel with the absolute monarchy, an absolute monarchy resting on a feudal basis, as in France. The bourgeoisie had to break with the existing social system, had to destroy all those feudal shackles. It is then that the French Revolution occurred, in the course of which, this social class, having burst through all the bonds of feudalism, developed, and a new social system was established. Under new conditions, that new system began to develop all the forces it was capable of developing: an extraordinary development of technique, of production, a significant step forward from the previous system.

The Proletariat

It triumphed in other countries as well, without overthrowing the monarchy; instead, converting the absolute monarchies into monarchies resting on a bourgeois base. In other words, it was all the same to the bourgeois whether there was a republic or a monarchy. What really mattered was to eliminate the existing feudal obstacles to the development of the new system, of the new social class, of the new productive forces. Then national states were set up, the ideal of that class, a vast market it could sell to.

I have been explaining all this pretty much in my own way, without the elegance of the teachers of the School of Instruction. These were the things that Marx discovered. He discovered that a new social class arises at the same time: the proletariat.

Where does the proletariat arise from? Precisely, from the development of all the means of production. Factories arise. Textile weavers gradually disappear from the scene (cotton industry) and are now concentrated in the workshops; new techniques of production lead to a steadily increasing concentration of the means of production into few hands. The workers begin to form associations and the new class begins to take form, centered, where? Around the factory. Marx discovers that all these factories would keep on developing, and that the process of concentration of property was going to continue, that the small proprietors or small industrialists were going to be ruined, and that an increasingly powerful working class would develop.

But at the same time that this capitalist system has given rise to the bourgeoisie, it becomes transformed -- as happened to feudalism in its time. Feudalism became an obstacle to the development of society in its opposition to the emergent class. So capitalism, in turn, becomes an obstacle. What, then, are the characteristics of the capitalist mode of production? Waste in production, lack of planning, competition, squandering, failure to utilize all the technical resources mankind has developed to produce the goods that men need.

By that time in history there were already a number of socialist thinkers who were writing that "We must have socialism." But why should there be socialism? "Because I like it and it seems good to me, and all the workers would want it." Others gave different reasons and advanced a series of hypotheses.

Scientific Socialism

What is the historical merit of Marx? Marx writes something, a correct interpretation of what was going to happen, not simply because people wanted it, but because the very laws of historical evolution predetermined it. This is the great merit of Marx, the founder of scientific socialism which gives the working class a theory.

They interpreted the laws, studied the conditions at a given moment. Marx did not claim to be a fortune-teller. Once they asked him what it would be like once communism was established. He said that he had no crystal ball. He interpreted the laws, gave the labor movement a scientific theory. The theory was developed. The first revolutionary workers' movement came to power in the Soviet Union armed with that theory, the theory continued to develop, and the Soviet Union develops a long experience. What experience?

The experience of building the world's first socialist state.

One should bear in mind that this experience is of incalculable value for humanity. When they developed, initiated and carried out the building of the first socialist state, they were taking a path entirely new to humanity, just as they are today advancing along another entirely new road: the building of communist society.

This tells us one thing: simply, that Marxism is a living science, a developing science. We have to study everything that Marx taught, but at the same time we have to study everything that Lenin taught, we have to study the entire experience derived from the building of the first communist society.

#marxism leninism #historical materialism #marxist theory #marxist leninist

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himblebo · 1 year ago

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This is why god invented asmr

Why does my anxiety have to just inexplicably get horrifically worse at night. Like why when I’m trying to wind down and clear my head does it have to be everything all at once.

#I would love to participate in some kind of neurological study on asmr #because the instant relief it provides me is insane #and there is a physical sensation it elicits in my brain #it’s only a recently identified phenomenon and there is not much scholarship on the matter yet #but I did a whole presentation on its brief history and practice in my somatic practices course #probably the weirdest but most interesting class I took in college #hello Alexander technique amirite ladies

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scalpel-mom-mori · 2 months ago

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You're not asking the important question.

Hey, Yo, why is some modern day dude is summoned as a Heroic Spirit in a Mage Battle Royale?

Well because the motherfucker technically bought a skin to get into Fortnite. He is a Counter Guardian. From the future. Which made him a Heroic Spirit by default. And all Heroic Spirits, regardless of time, exist on the Throne of Heroes. Which means you can summon any hero with the right tools.

But how the fuck did Shirou Emiya for summoned? He is right there. And dead.

Well, yeah, Shirou gets himself killed like 3 seconds into the Fourth Holy Grail War. He gets stabbed by Lancer and his GAE BOLG. I know! The spear the rewrited causality! Meaning, the spear will pierce your heart first, and then it will explain at what angle and speed. And since Rin was the mags to save his dumbass life, he kinda got tied to her both because she left a jewel as evidence and because well, her mana kinda tied with him now.

ANYWAY. The best part is that Shirou died AFTER Rin summoned Archer. So we already have like 2 paradoxes, at least. And like because Heroic Spirits really lack Archers (I mean how many legendary archers can you name at the top of your head), he just got showed into that class. Despite being a swordsman, which is a lie, he dual-wields. A BAD swordsman when it comes to wielding them, but a decent swordsman when it comes to crafting them. That's why his Reality Marble is called Unlimited Blade Works. OH YEAH. Every Heroic Spirit has a Noble Phantasm. It's basically their ultimate move. And they usually have to do with their legendary weapons but not necessarily.

Cu Cuhlainn - Gae Bolg. Which is funny, cause Archer likes to use CALADBOLG. Fergus' weapon. Whom Cu knew during his lifetime. So it's really Greta when Archer uses CALADBOLG (servants HAVE to name their ultimates if they wanna use them, that's how Astoria wins against Gilgamesh, it's faster to scream EXCALIBAAAA than ENUMA EILISH).

Medea has Rule-Breaker. It does exactly what it says. Sasaki Kojirou - Tsubame Gaeshi, a technique rather than weapon. And since Emiya isn't a proper Heroic Spirit and has no heroic legend about him, he has no cool weapon to be his Noble Phantasm. But he has trauma and an "origin" which is a sword. So... UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS. That allows him to craft almost any weapon he understands except Divine Weapons. So he can forge a mediocre CALADBOLG and RHO AIES but will never be even able to imagine EXCALIBUR. But it's not a NP. It's Reality Marble. Which is essentially saying the man is so mentally unwell be manifests and projects his state of mind into reality.

The only other legitimate proper servant at the top of my head who has Reality Marble is Alexander The Great. We won't go there.

Anyway. How did Shirou Emiya become a Counter Guardian since he apparently sucks? By making a contract with Alaya. Araya. Named after Araya-Shiki whose concept is really more important to the Garden of Sinners. ANYWAY. Alaya is humanity's collective unconscious and desire to survive. So at his death's door, Alaya is like Make a contract with me, you'll be a hero :) And the idiot does! Because Kiritsugu is his adoptive father so Shirou doesn't get the smartass genes.

Anyway, after making a contract with humanity's collective unconscious, Shirou can now be teleported at any point in time and space to do "her" will. Usually "her" will includes killing A LOT of people.

So, after Alaya only knows how long of servitude to humanity, Counter Guardian Emiya gets summoned into the Fourth Holy Grail War that he knows he was a part of as a teenager... And decides to literally kill his teenage stupid ass to prevent his fate. Does he know that he already exists outside the boundaries of time and space and thus killing Shirou Emiya will achieve nothing? Yes. Is it gonna change his mind? No. He may not prevent his contract with Alaya but killing himself will make it feel better for a little while.

surely this will not be too crunchy. surely I will not have to split this into multiple screenshots

#the kids tm

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stressed-depressed-andobsessed · 1 year ago

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It was @local-pr1nter who planted the Theatre Kid Mondo Owada idea into my head

Anyway

Here's the character list for who's who in my Danganronpa x Hamilton musical AU thing

Hamiliton Musical of 78' AU

Alexander Hamilton - Kiyotaka Ishimaru

He wasn't going to audition at first since he's never watched Hamilton before, but after a mandatory movie night watch with the entire class so they could 'study' the musical, he decided to try out for Hamilton himself

Taka absolutely loves Hamilton's passion and drive throughout the musical. He doesn't like the occasional cursing (and actively despises the affairs, both emotional with Angelica and physical with Maria), but he tries to look past it because it's all just an act afterall. He wouldn't actually curse if he were picked for the part (and definitely would not cheat on any future love interests)

He studies Hamilton HARD. Just as hard as the homework and topics that are discussed in class. He watched the entire musical 6 times over just to make sure he knew everyone's lines, moves, and personality. It doesn't matter that he was only going to be playing Alexander Hamilton, he still needs to know everyone else's lines too

Sayaka is his biggest hype man when he was practicing his lyrics before the rehearsal. Did he stumble over a line? That's ok, practice it a couple of times with me then try again! Can't hit a particular high note? Try this method she learned during a routine practice she was doing with her bandmates! Nervous before the audition? Look to the side of the stage, she'll be right there smiling and silently singing with you!

Hina is also like that, but with the dancing parts. Need advice for singing and dancing at once without getting tired quickly? She's got him, here's a technique she learned from swimming competitions!

Don't get me started on how loud they (and Mondo) screamed when Taka got the lead role. You would've thought there was a fire, or someone was attacking the school

He's still not over the cursing thing, but he'll manage! Somehow...

Aaron Burr - Mondo Owada

You thought he screamed loud for Taka? Wait until you hear what he did when he found out about his own role

He cried. Very hard.

It was almost scary how expessive he was after finding out he was gonna play THE Aaron Burr

"KYOUDAI! TAKA! KIYO! OH MY FUCKING GOD! TAKA! TAKA! TAKA TAKA TAKA TAKA! WHERE'S CHI? OH MY GOD! I GOT TELL CHI TOO! OH MY GOD!"

This man's happiness could not be contained

He practiced his ass off though so he definitely deserved his role. He was right there with Taka for the 6 viewings (plus the movie night viewing) of Hamilton

After just watching the musical, he started practicing singing. Considering he already knew the musical like the back of his bike before this, it didn't take much practicing to get every single line down for... Hercules Muligan.

That's right! He auditioned for Mulligan! Not Burr.

He definitely didn't think he was good enough to play the Narrator of the musical so the supporting friend of the MC will have to do.

He chose Mulligan mostly because of the man's lines. He sings in, like, 3 songs and most of the lines were about fighting, having sex, getting drunk, or being a spy. Cool ass guy with a cool ass voice. Right up Mondo's alley

The dancing was pretty simply to figure out too since it was mostly background choreography that he already memorized when he was 13. When he was back at home with Daiya, belting out the lyrics and dancing stupidly in the middle of the living room

After the wave of initial excitement, he realizes the responsibility that comes with being the narrator and the MAIN FREAKING ANTAGONIST AND HAVING TO 'KILL' HIS KYOUDAI OH GOD HOW IS HE GONNA DO THING?? BURR HAS LIKE 3 SOLOS AND A 2 WHOLE DUETS WITH HAMILTON AND SO MUCH STUPID DANCING AND-

Eliza Schuyler - Sayaka Maizono

No-one was surprised by this to be honest. Considering Eliza is the other lead besides Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, it would make sense to choose someone who knows exactly how to carry the show when needed

Sayaka practiced pretty hard so she could be Eliza. No offense to the other girls, but she was practically born to be the main Schuyler sister! She's the best at singing and acting since she already has the experience so all she really had to focus on is practicing the lines (and Jesus does Eliza have a lot)

Of course, she celebrated with her bandmates after breaking the news to them. Not everyone in the group knows Hamilton that well, but they still had some fun having a karaoke party and singing the songs

She did have to plead with her manager to get the month and a half off of concerts to go to the practices. It took a lot of compromising (along with some promises that her fans would surely pay to come and see her), but eventually, the crabby old man agreed on the condition that she does some in-between photoshoots to make up for her otherwise radio silence towards her fans

Sayaka immediately began practicing her lines with Taka after finding out about her role. It's a little awkward to pretend to be in love with him, but they end up laughing about it throughout the rehearsal whenever they have to be affectionate towards each other, so that helps a bit

Angelica Schuyler - Aoi Asahina

Hina decided her role through the process of elimination. She doesn't want to be Eliza since she knows Sayaka is going for that role (and she would KILL as the Female Lead!). She doesn't want to be Maria or Peggy since there's only 1 song that they sing in, and she wants to dance and sing as much as possible! (These strong lungs and athletic limbs are made just for that, and they will NOT be going to waste!) Angelica is perfect! She's in a couple songs and is one of the main-side characters, she also has a whole solo where she gets to sing as loudly as possible about two of her friends! The context of the song might not be positive, but when has negativity ever stopped Hina?

She joins in on the practice sessions that Taka and Sayaka hold and joins in on one of the re-watches with Taka and Mondo

She, of course, has one on one sessions with Sayaka to improve her vocal cords. Going from loudly screaming the lines to passionately singing the lyrics

She practiced her choreography with Taka and Sakura, she asked Chihiro to join as well, but they ended up denying while poorly hiding a giggle

They're hiding something...

Oh well! Hina loves secrets so she'll just wait and find out with everyone else!

It doesn't really have to be clarified that she celebrated when she got the part! She was so so so so so excited to be Angelica!! Yayayay! Not only does this mean that she gets to sing and dance with her friends, but she'll also get to brag to her family about a fun new skill she learned! Or maybe she should keep it a secret until the big day? Oh, she doesn't know, she might just explode from the excitement!

She put all her excitement into the swim competition that she had a couple days later, and it won her first place! Yay!

Peggy Schuyler - Kyoko Kirigiri

Kyoko definitely wasn't planning on auditioning for any part. She'd much rather be on the sidelines with Toko

That plan changed quickly when Makoto wouldn't shut up about her being someone- ANYONE- so he wouldn't have to be alone in his small part (If he even got the part, his luck is kind of wonky sometimes)

She finally lamented and auditioned for Peggy. No practice at all, just went for it.

She was present for one of the watch throughs and watched the musical again on her own. The first watch was used to analyze how the characters act and interact with each other, the second was to analyze the plot and movements of the characters. She deduced that Peggy has the second least number of lines of any female main-ish character, (The first being Maria Reynolds and there is no way she is 'seducing' Taka on stage in front of people she most likely knows.) her movements aren't terribly complicated either and whenever Peggy is on stage, she's overshadowed by others, so no-one really pays attention to her. That role is perfect.

Kyoko simply smiled when she read the casting list and saw that she received the role of Peggy. Not only would this make Makoto less nervous, but also practicing for the musical wouldn't take up any time because Peggy is only present in 4 songs and speak briefly in 2.

She has cases to work on and she'd rather not let practicing get in the way of that

George Washington - Sakura Oogami

This may seem like a weird decision, but Hina and Taka thought it was a great idea that someone as stoic and wise as Sakura to play someone as respectable (and tall) as George Washington

It didn't take much convincing as she holds respects for him (and might've been a little intrigued in being in the musical)

It did take a bit of practicing since Sakura's way of talking is more slow-paced while Washington's lines are fast-paced

She is just as resilient in training her mental muscles as her physical muscles though, so the practice is welcomed with honor

All the practice definitely pays off as she finds her name 8th down on the cast list

A smile and a nod are the reaction that the stoic Oogami gave at this revelation... Then a gasp followed as Hina also read the list and basically tackled her from behind in excitement

Hina then went on and on about how amazing Sakura was going to look in Washington's waistcoat and trousers and how amazing she was going to sound because Washington's voice is amazing, and Sakura's voice is amazing and Hina loves all of the parts where Washington sings and now it's going to be even better because she'll get to listen to her girlfriend sing and-

Sakura was not let go of for another 4 hours, but she did not mind one bit

If she wasn't already excited for practice, then she definitely would be now with Hina's bouncing, bubbly excitement radiating all over the place

Thomas Jefferson/Marquis De Lafayette - Yasuhiro Hagakure

Gonna be so honest, I originally only picked this because of Hiro looks

And I'm going to go on a whim here and say that the judges (Who I'm going to say now were teachers like Chisa and maybe some eager volunteers from V2 and V3) at the audition also took Hiro's appearances compared to Lafayette and Jefferson in to account when casting people

Hiro did have some really good accent skills, probably from having to hide his voices whenever someone he scammed bumps into him

He's pretty good at fast talking too, probably also from him having to think of quick excuses on the fly for when he also bumps into someone he's scammed

Both of those qualities are needed to be Lafayette along with being silly and everyone knows Hiro is like the goofiest goober around when he needs to be

He's also witty, engaging, and very sarcastic when needed which are all the qualities needed to be Jefferson

Hiro had both characters down, he loved both of them, but he couldn't decide which one to do. He tried asking he crystal ball, but that just 'told' him that he would vibe as either. So, he consulted the cards, who also told him that he'd be fine as either

He auditioned as both Lafayette and Jefferson since that would amplify his chances of getting at least one of them. He sung a bit of Battle of Yorktown for Lafayette and Cabinet Battle #1 for Jefferson

The audition judges couldn't decide which they liked best so they decided he would follow in Daveed Diggs' footsteps and give him both roles to play

He looked at the cast list, he got there after everyone else with Leon because he had detention, and cheered, attempting to fist bump Leon, but Leon seemed upset. He let it go and went to tell Taka instead

He knew he would get at least one of the roles! Afterall, it was in the cards!

John Laurens/James Reynolds - Leon Kuwata

This man went straight for Alexander Hamilton with absolutely no practice

Well, that's not completely true. He practiced a little bit in the shower and sung Hamilton's parts in Helpless with Sayaka one time

He actually did pretty good despite the very minimum amount of practice

He stumbled on a couple words, he auditioned with My Shot, but ultimately made up for it with his dancing and charisma towards the judges

That's most likely the reason why they gave Leon the part of John Laurens. Laurens is Hamilton's bestie up until his death, he doesn't have too many wordy lines, and he's mainly there to hype up the crowd/his friends. He's perfect for Laurens!

Which is so not perfect for Leon since he's gonna have to watch as whoever gets Hamilton sweeps Sayaka off her feet while he sits back and literally cheers him on!

He goes back to the judges and tells the main judge, and the only one he can really find in this big, old school, Chisa (as nicely as he can) that he doesn't want to be Laurens. He uses the excuse that he feels as though he should be in more of the musical. Chisa agrees and tells him she'll see what she can do!

Cool! Now all he has to do is go serve his detention (Which he may or may not have gotten for racing toy cars in the hall with Hiro and making someone trip) and come back later to see his name right next to Alexander Hamilton

...James Reynolds? Wasn't that the abusive husband? That's not what he meant by 'being more in the musical'! This guy only had like 2 lines and one's about calling his wife a whore!

Leon was left so much more upset than before; he didn't even notice Hiro trying to fist bump him or him leaving. He was seething when he realized that Mr. Hardass was taking his spot at woo-ing Sayaka, the exact same Hardass that gave him detention.

Now he had to pretend like he was really happy for Ishi-Ton and Say-Liza while also remember all these new stupid lines for not just Laurens, but also Reynolds

Hercules Mulligan/James Madison - Byakuya Togami

Literally only got these parts because of his deep voice

He did not audition for Mulligan or Madison, he auditioned for Aaron Burr. Why not Hamilton himself? He did not want to be seen as a protagonist; he sees himself as more suited to be the antagonist, and he did not want to have to fake not 1, not 2, but 3 romances with women he did not have a lick of feelings for.

Aaron Burr is level-headed until he started acting like that fool Hamilton, he thinks his plans through to a detrimental level, and he only mentions a love interest for a couple minutes before focusing on his life plans again. He was the perfect candidate for Togami to stand in as.

He did not practice any dancing but did multiple different private practices for his vocals. He auditioned with Wait for it as it did not require dancing so he could focus on his lines for the pitiful judges that watched him. He did perfectly and was left to wait for the confirmation.

He wanted to wait for all the idiots to clear away from the cast papers, but an unexpected squeal from the overgrown, meathead who was raving about getting his part made him push everyone else out of the way to see if what the big baby of a biker was saying was true. It couldn't be true; Aaron Burr was his part.

...There had to be some kind of mistake! He scanned over that sheet 3 times to find that the dreaded papers were not lying. He was not Aaron Burr; he was Hercules Mulligan and James Madison. Madison he could respect, the man is sophisticated and responsible both in history and in the musical, but Mulligan is a short, angry brute! That is the person suited for that currently over-emotional biker, not Aaron Burr!

He turned to tell that stupid biker that just as the meathead was rushing off to find the little tech student.

Damn it all.

He went to instead lay out his fury with Chisa, the main judge, in a not so polite way. It didn't seem to affect her though. She simply said that she could give those parts to someone else, and he could work in the back with Fukawa...

He dialed the number of his private vocalist to inform them of the change in lines he would have to practice.

King George - Celestia Ludenburg

She too practiced in private.

Of course she was going to go straight for the King, who else would befit her?

It didn't take much singing to convince the judges. Her voice is powerful, condescending, and sarcastic. Perfect for King George!

She will not be spitting like he famously does, but besides that, she already has his part in the bag.

She didn't have to go check the list to know she got her part, but it was worth getting all dressed up to see Togami's hissy fit at his cast reveal

Maria Reynolds - Junko Enoshima

The cheating, the manipulation, the groveling, the despair of a broken marriage caused by her, how could she pass that all up?

The part wasn't hard at all to get down, she was already basically a natural actor.

She practiced only for a stupid older sister's benefit. Poor Mukuro was so nervous about her small little part that she had to practice her chosen part over 30 times (It was definitely because Mukuro was nervous and not because Junko kept laughing and pointing out every little mistake she made)

Her part also came with the added bonus of getting to feel up Mr. Stick-in-his-ass without getting detention. In fact, she might be praised for the added realism

She didn't check the casting roster until really late at night, unfortunately missing the RichMan™'s breakdown, to avoid everyone else for her poor sister's sake (MukMuk is such a big baby, she swears)

She got the part (Yay) and so did her sister (Boo)

George Eacker - Mukuro Ikusaba

She didn't have that many lines, but she just kept messing up during practice for some reason

Luckily, she got them right for the audition (or she hopes she did, Junko didn't say anything so she must have done good)

She wasn't going to audition for any part, just work with Fukawa in the back, but then Junko said she'd be perfect for the part of the murderer of Philip Hamilton and asked her to try out for it

She couldn't deny her little sister, could she?

It was nerve-wracking, but the list had finally been posted so regardless of her nervous-ness, she would have her answer once she went to check the papers.

Junko had to end up dragging her to the papers late at night because she couldn't bring herself to go

She got the part, yay.

Charles Lee - Makoto Naegi

He wanted to be in the musical to support his fellow classmates while also not having to memorize many lines as he might end up forgetting them out of nervousness

Charles Lee, George Eacker, and Samuel Seabury were all good choices. Samuel would be hard though, because he and Taka would have to be singing over each other and he might not be able to say his lines at the same time as him. Especially because of how loud and intimidating Taka can be

He decided to eliminate him and focus on the other 2 options. They both had relatively short parts so auditioning with both of their songs wasn't met with any restraint from the judges

He figured, with his luck, he had to get one of the parts and if he didn't, because that was still definitely a possibility, then he could help Toko with backstage work full time

Luckily, he got Charles Lee. Unluckily, Byakuya decided to take his anger out on him by ranting about 'The Giant Oaf' as he referred to Mondo for almost an entire hour

That's ok though, Makoto is always up to support a 'friend' in times of distress!

Samuel Seabury - Hifumi Yamada

He originally was just going to work backstage with Fukawa Toko-dono but at the prospect that his Mistress is going to be centered as royalty and there is a commoner whose sole role is encouraging the Town People to worship her, he immediately started practicing for the part of Seabury

He was pretty good, even putting on his Manly™️ Voice while auditioning

Because of his impeccable performance, (and the fact that no-one else auditioned for that part) he was almost immediately given the role

Mistress Ludenburg even praised him for his role! (Then ordered him to make her some tea to celebrate)

That's all the main characters sorted I think so next post will be all about how each song and the practices for that particular song went. As expected for the class of 78, there will be lots of shenanigans (and maybe even some fanart to go with it if I can figure out how to draw some of these characters)

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Hold on, there's someone I have forgotten!

Philip Hamilton - Chihiro Fujisaki

Chihiro practiced with Sayaka privately, which was super awkward at first, but they eventually got over it

They wanted to surprise everyone by being in the musical! They know it will be really hard because they'll have to preform in front of everyone in a pretty major role, but that's what the practice is for. They've been getting physically stronger with Mondo, so it's time to up their emotion and mental strength (along with their vocal strength because they have a pretty small voice)

They were really nervous about preforming just in front of the judges, but that's ok because they did it and that's all that matters

They didn't even get a chance to look at the casting roster before Mondo came barreling into them announcing his role. Getting to see the unabridged happiness and excitement from Mondo almost made up for being crushed in a back breaking hug.

After the initial excitement, they then had to listen to his anxieties about all the lines and dance movements he's gonna have to remember before joking that they wouldn't have to do that themselves since they didn't audition for anything. Mondo will not admit that he stumbled to keep up as Chihiro pulled him down the hall (not running, just speed walking as they did pass Taka on the way) back to the casting papers

It took a minute as they specifically requested that their name went on the second paper and not the first so the likelihood of anyone finding their name on accident was low, but they sure did find it... and they were almost immediately put into another crushing hug. They may have gotten stronger and used to Mondo's physical affections, but the bear hugs are something they don't think they'll ever get used to

They leave off telling everyone else, they'll figure it out during practices

Alright, that's everyone! Any other minor roles that weren't assigned to anyone is picked up by other Ultimates that aren't in the 78 class (maybe some of the class of 77 helped) like the background dancers or the prop and set movers. Toko doesn't get a role, not because I don't like her because I absolutely do, but because:

1. I could not find a role that fit her comfortable

2. Realistically, she would not and could not perform in front of potentially 100s of people (Most of whom are made up of the classmates' family and friends, along with Sayaka's fans who came just for Sayaka)

3. She would not want to risk Syo coming out in front of hundreds of people. She would rather have her come out while backstage because then someone could notice and get her away from the stage area more subtly and without worry

She's content with having to pull the curtains or just motioning for props to be sent out to the stage.

This entire performance is going to be put on in a sort of hall, think of a graduation ceremony kind of hall. Despite the huge school and its amenities, they could not fit all the props, characters, and costumes along with 100+ people anywhere in the school comfortably. The school funds the renting of this hall though since this is for a festival. The festival will be happening at and around the school where some students will also be selling tickets for the musical and then there will be an announcement, signaling that the musical will start in an hour. All guests will then move to the hall, get their tickets taken, and take their seats.

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ohsoromanov · 1 year ago

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The office of Tsar Nicholas II of Russia at the Lower Dacha in Peterhof.

Among the rooms of the palace, the Emperor's study was particularly notable. Its walls were covered by a carved panel made of dark walnut for 2/3 of its height. The same furniture formed a whole with the finishing of the walls: sofas, cabinets and a bookcase were built into the panel - a technique characteristic of Art Nouveau interiors, including those of the Lower Dacha. There were two desks in the study, at one of them Nicholas II heard reports, the other served him for classes. All the furniture was upholstered in black morocco, on the leather chairs and armchairs - embossed pattern. The walls above the panel were draped with blue silk, on the windows hung blue brocade curtains, draped with medallions of gilt thread, the floor was covered with a carpet of dark red. In the study were portraits of Peter the Great, Nicholas I, Alexander III - the father of Nicholas II. (The portrait of Alexander belonged to the brush of the artist V. A. Serov, who on August 18, 1899 for the first time demonstrated his work at the Lower Dacha). The walls were also decorated with numerous watercolors of S. С. Solomko, A. K. Beggrov, Albert N. Benois, M. P. Klodt, M. A. Zichi, A. I. Meshchersky depicting landscapes and military scenes. The decoration was complemented by porcelain and silver dishes, vases and jugs of colored glass. In this office, Nicholas II received daily several reports from his ministers and generals. {x}

You can see a couple photos of Nicholas working in his office here.

#Nicholas II #nicholas #lower dacha

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moxpunk-art · 2 years ago

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Illusionist Job Stone (Fan Job)

So, after the new Dawntrail details came out, my brain has been buzzing with the idea of my writer-lalafell Bamimi Bami transitioning from Summoner to Pictomancer, but it didn't really feel right. She's a writer, after all! She should be able to bring fiction to life with illusions!

Fun fact, this was my first-ever attempt at digital painting!

Thoughts on my creative process below the break!

So, the big thing I wanted to do was to have meaning behind the decisions that are similar to the job stones in XIV.

First, the symbol. It's obviously a pen nib (the class's arm being pens as a counterpoint to Pictomancer's brush), but it also has the center-circle motif found in WHM and RDM, with the top-curve found in SCH. I figure it'd fit in very well with the rest of the casters to keep a bit of similar design-language.

The stone shape! I wanted to go with a triangle that was mostly even, but offset. It's an art about illusions, after all - they aren't perfect. It's why it doesn't have smooth facets like MCH and BLU.

Finally, I picked violet because I played Guild Wars 2 like over a decade ago and Mesmers have solidified it into my brain that illusions should be violet. That's the long and short of it. My girlfriend says it looks mixed-berry flavor, and I agree. Plus, it's similar in color to Bamimi's eyes, and it's a soulstone crafted by her using her bullshit Alexander Time Magic.

In all, I'm insanely proud of it! I've never tried doing digital painting before, and my whole process was opening a blown-up picture of the DRG job stone on my other monitor and sorta messing around to peel apart the techniques used in the official art. I think I did a pretty good job for a first-time try!

#mox art #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #job stone #illusionist #bamimi bami #pictomancer #dawntrail spoilers

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martyrdeer · 6 months ago

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THE MANUSCRIPT

synopsis: a daughter of a wealthy environmental magnate, she negotiates life of privilege, with a hunger for the macabre, finding her interest piqued in forensic anthropology. her fascination with death soon entwines with a taboo romance with her tutor, genevieve, a married forensic anthropologist. as their affair deepens, the protagonist's thirst for control and possession leads her through a spiral of obsession and betrayal.

tags: my original characters!! this was heavily inspired by the tortured poets department! (if you count all the references, you get a cookie) mentions of cannibalism & murder. obsessive relationships, infidelity, emotional manipulation, death, kinda nsfw at times & descriptions of blood and gore. this is my favorite short story i have ever written btw!! read part two, here!

word count is 1.2k!

“Le manuscrit,” is what Genevieve remarked to me as we observed the congested city below us. The ionone from our violet garden blinded my nose. Ostensibly so did my morality. Strangely enough, Genevieve never held coercion over my head. I was the daughter of Alexander Sterling. Founder of Evergreen Innovations. The irony of it was he was butchering the environment to save it. Like any spawn of a business owner, I was destined to inherit the glory. Yet as my father mentored me, a hunger for a contrasting essence embedded within me, that’s where Genevieve meddled in.

As the apricot tree my father planted in his garden on my birth approached its fifteenth year, a fascination with skeletons spurred me. Throughout my childhood, whodunits cultivated me. With that, dissection of criminality festered in my bones. My father’s associates nicknamed me “the true crime buff.” They’re just not aware when you’re surrounded by aristocracy, you become accustomed to psychodynamics. Despite relishing embodying Lillian Gilbreth, the intrigue yearned for the mysterious allure of gore. Eventually, this led me to forensic anthropology.

Luckily, Dad endorsed this vocation in harmony with my nepotism. He boasted to his companions about my desire for bioarchaeology. During my secondary education, I ached for the dreadfulness to fizzle. The criminology & science classes at Dalton School were inadequate. My appetite deteriorated. When the apricot tree saw its 235th lunar month, Dad enrolled me in extravagant tutoring. My criticisms about all the alma maters I attended must have been tiresome. For a year, he pampered forensic anthropologists to oversee me. My malnourishment swallowed them whole. And Daddy never dared to interfere or interrogate me.

On my fifth instructor, he declared one rule. “No more messes.” Contradictorily, my tidiness conceals the pestering pigs at bay. This time around, my body was submerged in hesitation. Having privilege in my possession gifted me a strive for outmaneuvering. A flaw that my father became sightless to. Now restraint bounded my hands and feet. To ease the burden, I reassured myself of my coping mechanisms beforehand. I would have been able to manage if I didn’t meet Genevieve.

Genevieve Müller was a forensic anthropologist located in France. Her side hustle to feed her devoted husband at home was teaching. At first, she resembled Aphrodite and unfortunately meshed into Tempestas. Nevertheless, her splendor remained glistening. Her skilled schooling methods mainly involved visual and physical techniques. I soon learned how handsy Genevieve could get. Amid my twentieth midsummer, her rosebuds tainted my rotting flesh. My mania heightened like Tenzing Norgay. Her abandoned consort in La Hexagone became a fleeting thought.

Whilst attending my father’s corporate affairs, Genevieve lingered. Putting up a façade to employees of Evergreen Innovations who questioned her about me. She often ambiguously asserted that I was her most hard-working scholar. Even quipped a few jokes about her shocking salary. For the duration of the guests praising her, I tactfully observed her. Allowing temptation to rise in both of us. She was an Anglican whose secrets brew within the machiavellian in me. When my father’s business partner etched me as a good girl, Genevieve’s eyes lit up like the luminous demise of a poor battered wife’s foreseen fate. She smirked over at me, sipping on her Château Margaux. “Trust me, I know.”

Evenings were swept away in the depths of my unknown penthouse with her. Genevieve was offered a room in my father’s mansion but after meeting me, she refused. Escaping the entrapment of Dad, my sorrow self traced its way back to the apartment. Our justification for our wrongdoings in every teaching was that our intentions started innocently. But she inundated my corrupted lungs midday. And feasted on my heart at midnight. Her breath reeked of a guilty man’s booze. Devoid of any shame, I devoured myself into it. Her gaze upon me ached me. In those moments, I knew I wasn’t the only pawn in her prophecy. But I religiously supplicated to be her favorite.

As her golden locks lightened and mine darkened, our lessons were coming to a suffering end. She’d tell me that I was too brilliant for my own good. Dangerously, the circumscribing of my voracity was weary. My ravenousness for the baroness poisoned me. Provoking me to indulge in other provocateurs like myself. If I wasn’t sneaking around enough, I was now. My palate savored the chagrin of the quarries, envisioning Genevieve’s ambrosia. However, regrettably, the catharsis was not fulfilled. Unlike most situations, I had to give into an acquiescence. There was no other choice.

On my blossoming twenty-first, Genevieve abducted me from the bustling parties. It had been a fortnight since we saw each other. My father graciously flew her back to France, declaring that she should visit her family for Christmas. As her husband kissed the same hands that created the billet-doux for my whipped soul, I succumbed to the Black Dog. Since everyone knew my last name at bars, it was difficult to access alcohol. Inpatientment suffocated my body. The wait for multiple belongings was torturous. I began to theorize Genevieve hexed me since the liaisons I abused starved me. I was encased at Dad’s not-so-surprise celebration, endless witticisms about the alcoholism that’s welcoming me soon.

A gust of wind swept me, leaving me squealing. Genevieve dug her nails into my skin like a coffin, stumbling across the duskiness in the hallways. Her sophomoric comportment was seldom. In a similar way, I was thanking the Lord I had no faith in. She guided me visionless to “our” apartment. My consciousness caution augmented as we were back out in the chilly air. An enigmatic scent encircled us, sparking ador in my vessels. Somehow my mortal coil appeared to be healing. Genevieve’s appetency slithered down my neck as she removed her palms from my eyes.

Before me was a beautiful botanical violet garden on the veranda. A stunned huff fled from my pout as I scrutinized the environs. Genevieve wended in front of me to soak in my gratitude. The lustrous light Selene descended onto the covered patio, saturating idolatry internally. She continued to maneuver me, molding my figure under her phalanges. Genevieve sat first onto the Dedon Lounge Chair. Then she shepherded me next to her, shifting my legs in her lap. She peered idyllically at me. And I don’t regret to say that my gluttony was content. I contemplated the greenery while Genevieve slipped a box off the accent table. Nudged my hinged joint teasingly. I unclosed it mere moments later with another gasp.

“You wanted something from France,” she murmured, that youthful gleam returning. My dulled talons outlined the dagger before lifting it for a proper examination. A soft giggle came from me during my final inspection. On the blade, my initials were engraved into it. I began to humor her, “I was pleased with just having you.” Her grin grew wider as her crimson arch grazed my scarred forehead. Afterward, I basked in the afterglow with our limbs entangled, Genevieve bestowed a taste for me. Until the witching hour, she proceeded our pedagogy through a parable of hers.

That evanescent ephemeral formed into continuous rendezvouses. Our secrecy remained in the verdant havens. The intimate joke was that Genevieve would forsake me and my complexion will alter into Sappho. At the proximate conclusion of my education, our nights in the boudoir dragged on. The immortality of the crab imprisoned me. Codependency never looked so elegant on some companions. I cussed myself out whenever she carried the realism. Each day she resided in America, I took the structure of an infrequent martyr extolling her God. I betted on feigning ignorance during our final lectures, yet Genevieve would discern my motives in under a second. Our bodies often endured in the bloomscape. Longing for the actualities to be damned for their cruelty.

After Genevieve’s matin, we traveled to the local farmer’s market. The bullet grazed us and there was more to come. I accompanied her as she lavished any produce and supported microenterprise. My gloom shadowed her as we strolled. Her gaze was glued on me, cognizant like a clairvoyant. We arrived back at her car later subsequently, she mumbled against my temple. “You know I would give you my heart if you needed it.” Remorse was evident in her tone, encouraging me to scoff. “Be a professional,” I snipped at her, slamming the vehicle’s door behind me. Our commute was bitterly muted. Once we reached my father’s mansion, the avoidance began. And I attained my old ways antecedent to Genevieve.

In our stillness, I let spontaneous trysts distract me from her disintegration. Their wishes to enter into the sanctuary of bouquets were denied. Hunger was gnawing but Genevieve gutted me. All the nectar I contained in a menagerie uninterested my starvation. Despite my father stopping overseeing her as his personnel, Genevieve chose to stay. Her departure was in five days yet the analysis of me protracted. “Le manuscrit,” reoccurred in my mind. At Dad’s business soirees, I detached myself from them. The violets only had me as their visitor. I read my notes from Genevieve’s courses & laid on her side of the bed.

Her final day was mournful. I swore to the sovereign in the sky, I witnessed my tough father shed a tear. Genevieve’s stubborn pretension was remarkable. We had one thing in common, I figured. Dad honored her by gifting her a reception. I became too inebriated by the champagne and ran off to the penthouse. Since my mother’s sudden passing, I embraced the sobs. My body was sprawled on the Dedon Lounge Chair. My face was buried in my hands. I was Benjamin Braddock. My grieving ceased once her utterance towered over me.

Genevieve came to give me the solace I deserved. But I demanded that she could shove it somewhere unholy. My foul mouth granted her to slap me with the truth. She had a zealous husband almost four thousand miles away. Her family had been deprived of her since I purloined her. She claimed it was only fair. I had my balanced quota. They existed long before I was born. All the good things end one way or another.I screeched at her reasoning like my adobe was an asylum. Our fight mirrored animals contaminated with rabies. The violets began to decay as they watched. The love they were planted with was spurious. As she tried to exit, I lost my footing.

I stare at the discolored poniard on the ground. How convenient that I leave it in the garden. My initials were now incised in Genevieve. She was finally mine. And the blossoms were delighted after I gave them their balanced quota. Another illicit affair this penthouse retained. The next morning, Genevieve’s flight culminated. I made sure of it. A broken heart was the last thing my father needed at his age. And an unexpected letter was mailed to her husband. It was an apology & explanation for her unfaithfulness and farewell. Rumors say she left him. The envelope had her wedding ring as well. Shame eventually entered me while cooking a week later. The only positive was having a past flame for dinner. I was fresh out of the slammer but at what cost?

The current nickname for my absent appearance was “the bolter.” To my father’s surprise, I was supposedly following Genevieve’s steps. I was, after all, a wonderful student. I ascertained a cottage in Riquewihr. Genevieve’s hometown she yearned for in her adulthood. To my defense, France was an established ground for forensic anthropology. So now I rest under Yves Delorme as I scrutinize the academic manuscript from the smallest woman who ever lived. I go to work and look in people’s windows. Although I keep mine closed. I took up her favorite hobbies to replace my insanity. As I type this out on a vintage typewriter, I have not endangered a single soul since hers. With jubilation, I hereby conduct this post-mortem.

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betteratbeing · 1 year ago

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Breathe Easier | Alexander Technique Singing

When a deep, calm breath is hard to come by

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feelinsheepish · 5 months ago

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Character Dossier

BASICS

Full Name:

Terrance Twiglet, fourth born of Penelope, third born to Bryan

Known Alias(es): Terrance / Terry / Ter

Age: 119 (Tho mun is debating how sheeptaurs age again)

Gender: Male

Birthday: 23rd April

Heritage: Sheeptaur of the Valley of the Leap

Religion: Child of Akun

Sexual & Romantic Orientation: Pansexual

Status: Son of a chief

Residencies: Family hut in the Valley of the Leap

Highest Education Level: None academically, farming and foraging and building is relatively high if that counts

Occupation(s): Freeloader xD

PHYSICAL EXAMINATION

Facial Features: Freckles, slightly elongated face, flat nose, pointed ears, wild hair and yellow eyes with rectangular pupils

Face-claim: Himself

Voice: Kinda high for his age, soft and stutters at times

Voice-claim: Oliver Jenkins (tiny tim in this version)

Eyes: Yellow

Hair: Black

Body Type: Toned(ish) but scrawny for a sheeptaur

Distinguishable Marks: Wild untamed hair always with twigs, leaves or flowers stuck in it

Weight: No idea (how do you even figure this out? xD)

Height: 4'9?

MENTAL EVALUATION

Mental Illnesses: Anxiety

Psychological Profile: Worrier, anxious a lot of the time, coward

Positive Traits: Positive, kind hearted, sympathetic, helpful

Negative Traits: Naive, sometimes too easy to trust others, rule breaker, ignorant, soft, coward

Alignment Type: True Good

Personality Type: Idk

Phobias: Wolves, bears, lions, predatory creatures in general, total darkness, silence, his father, blood, famine, death

Mannerisms: Quiet and withdrawn, shrinks back, fiddles with fingers, messy

Hobbies & Interests: Flower crown making, weaving, singing, exploring, birds, flowers, gardening

STRATEGIC ANALYSIS

Combat Style: Run away

Weapon of Choice: Magic

Hand-to-Hand Combat Proficiency: Pathetic

Tactical Strengths: Can run really fast?

Tactical Weaknesses: Runs away? xD Open to attacks often, hair might get in face, he's scared of hurting others

Signature Techniques: His magic means he can summon roots around to cocoon himself safely in times where he's backed off into a corner. He can also drain the energy and life out of someone over touch, though he doesn't entirely know this yet.

Pain Tolerance: Low

Defensive Skills: Again, cocoon with roots, he has a thick skull so blows to the head don't hurt as much?

AFFILIATIONS & RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Bryan (father) Penelope (mother) Mason, Lenny (older brothers) Tabatha (older sister) Elijah (younger brother) Maddison, Spring (younger sisters)

Allies & Associates: Alexander ( @xxlordalexanderxx ) Skarbrand ( @skxrbrand ) Jafar ( @grandvizier ) Honey ( @sweet-chimera ) Eath/Hax ( @oflostinfound )

Rivalries: I don't actually think he has any?

Enemies: Skarbrand (sometimes) and any predatory creature

Romantic History: None really, a failed attempt with a ewe called Freya

Notable Friends: Most of allies/associates, otherwise, just birbs

HABITS & LIFESTYLE

Daily Routine: Wake up (usually one of the last get to up) Have breakfast, do chores, help with lambs in the village, go to healing classes, go to training classes, go on patrol (but DON'T go on patrol), go exploring, free time in the hills, more chores, try not to get washed, go to bed

Diet & Nutrition: Vegetables, fruits, berries, bread, eggs, milk, oats, nuts

Exercise Habits: Forced to do training

Grooming Habits: Barely, he tries to get out of it and is often held down by his mother to try and groom him and shear his wool

Substance Use: None

Sleep Patterns: Knocked out, sleeps anywhere if really tired.

Personal Aesthetic: Green, yellow, flowers, grass, nature, trees

Favorite Books: Can't read

Favorite Music Genres: They don't have many genres in the village, traditional?

Favorite Art/Architecture: Painting on rocks is pretty

#headcanons #your choice to fill it out or not

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 2 years ago

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Bob Ross makes oil painting look so easy, but the cost of entry is so high that I don't want to gamble on it if I suck. I mean, yeah, I'm gonna suck, everyone sucks when they start out, but I can't imagine anything more disillusioning than spending hundreds of dollars on supplies only to produce crap you hate. Drawing is easy to get into because it's cheap; pencil, paper, boom, you're good to go. Even if you suck, you don't have to worry about bankrupting yourself to practice. Oil painting is a prohibitively expensive hobby, and the only way to get good is to spend money again and again. I took a class in college and loved it. I've watched so many Bob Ross and William Alexander episodes that I have memorized their techniques, and I want nothing more than to put them into practice, but I know for a fact that memorizing how to do something is not the same as actually doing it. I won't be magically good on my first try. I'd apply too much pressure while blending and everything would become muddy, and my rolls of paint wouldn't break into perfect snowdrifts, and my trees would look like blobs. If money were no object, I'd be more than happy to suck because I could afford to fail. I don't want to fail on my own dime.

#oil painting #bob ross #william alexander #art #hobby

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anamoon63 · 1 year ago

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Another school day, Anika just received Alexander's reply to her message from yesterday. Almost 24 hours without hearing from him and this is what he replied: "Hey, Anika, sorry for not replying yesterday but I had to go into class, we have lots to talk about, I'll call you later. xoxo."

And that was all? Well, enough of Alexander and his escape techniques. It's better for Anika to focus on her studies this time so she doesn't end up like the day before. By the way, Kennedy managed to convince Miss Coombes not to give them a report. Lucky to have the teacher's pet as a sister!

After school, Anika checked her phone again, there were two messages from Alexander, one was a meme, the other was a funny video. Anika: Alexander, you idiot, how much longer are you going to keep postponing our talk?

She spent the whole day at school brooding about her and Alexander, so, by the time she got home she was fuming. Anika: "Why is he talking to my dad if he's not going to talk to me? Maybe because he's not really interested in me and just wanted to look good for him. Well, if that's the way things are, then to hell with you Alexander."

#the sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 simblr #the sims 4 get famous #del sol valley #the wilsons #anika wilson #los sims de ana #anamoon63 sims

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yellow-yarrow · 8 months ago

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Plain text version of this post about Russian cosmism and Disco Elysium's lore part 2 :

Cosmist connections in Elysium’s lore Part 2 - Music and mathematics

From Sacred and Terrible Air:

He is an aristocrat, the comte de Pérouse and the comte de Mittrecie; but his hatred of the bourgeoisie, which have usurped the upper classes, makes him a proletarian and therefore a revolutionary. In the course of his life, Émile has also come to think of himself as a composer. He has a morbid thirst for fame, but he’s determined to win the hearts of the people with his dodecaphonic works. The comte’s sound is based on a strikingly modern geometric-symbolist system of harmonies that has nothing to do with the music of the rest of the civilised world. To the human ear, it sounds like unacceptable screeching. Émile considers the tonal, traditional sonority to be womb-shaped. A soul-soporific babble. The music of amoebas.

Millions and billions, hundreds of thousands of billions of young girls in love, they love me and my twelve-tone melody!

The twelve-tone technique, also known as the “twelve-tone technique organized in a series in which each note is related only to the next,” was Schoenberg’s revolutionary innovation that expanded the boundaries of musical composition. This method sought to create equal emphasis on all twelve pitches within an octave, eliminating any sense of hierarchy or tonal center. [1]

Nonetheless, much of his work was not well received. […]his work is usually defended rather than listened to, and that it is difficult to experience it apart from the ideology that surrounds it. [2]

Independently of his influential contemporary Arnold Schoenberg, Scriabin developed a much more dissonant musical language that had transcended usual tonality but was not atonal, which accorded with his personal brand of metaphysics. [3]

Alexander Scriabin, who was inspired by the Russian Cosmist ideas of his day, sought to unite humanity for a common task much like Fyodorov. He can be regarded as the most representative member of the artistic branch of Russian Cosmism. Scriabin's vision was to use artistic means to achieve Cosmist ends. His artistic vision, which was grounded in philosophy and spirituality, can be most clearly observed in his project Mysterium. [3]

'A seven-day tumult of light and sound, perfumes and pyrotechnics'

Scriabin’s work was Mysterium – a medieval miracle play raised to the point of cosmic transfiguration. A tumult of light and sound, perfumes and pyrotechnics, it would last seven whole days. And it would climax – its composer believed – with the end of the world as we know it and the birth of a new, ‘nobler’ human race.

At the end of the Prefatory Action’s libretto, he wrote ‘We will all dissolve in the ethereal whirlwind We will be born in the whirlwind! And in the splendid luster Of the final flourish Appearing to each other In the exposed beauty Of sparkling souls We will disappear... Dissolve...’

“From the end, there, through the polar night, that music will resound. It will play on future phonographs. On magnets! Yet—it does not come from there. You’ll be famous, Monsieur Mittrecie, your music will reach us from the true end, even further beyond there, where all matter is but memory. So sounds the white light that shines into every darkroom, turning all revelations into nothingness.” He rises up on tiptoe, under the critic’s nose. “All revelations—I said—turn to naught!”

The little man finishes and bows to the comte. “Every single part was absolute, mathematical perfection.”

“Oh no, I’m not a critic,” the man replies, his eyes sparklin with admiration. “I’m a maths teacher.”

Joyce -"The further into pale you travel, the steeper the degree of suspension. Right down to the mathematical -- numbers stop working. No one has yet passed the number barrier. It may be impossible."

Abandoned Lorry - It looks like an article ripped out from a radio-enthusiast magazine. Complex mathematical equations explain the basics of something called 'the ULAN frequency system'.

"A pale latitude compressor is used to sort of… make the pale more manageable. With a lot of these, you can force a radio signal grid on the pale -- literally crunch the distance across it." (..) It's meant for forcing dimensions on something that doesn't have them. Needless to say, the frequencies used are… out of this world. "At the upper limit is the large prime number generator station. It's used specifically for pale latitude compression. That's why you may be hearing some numbers.

“It’s maths, right?” Jesper is sitting with his hands under his head. “Some mathematical rule explains this [the killer wave]?” (..) “but the same non-linear effect also explains the pale. They use it in entroponetics. This is how the pale behaves when it sweeps over the world.”

“That’s right, [Ulv] talks with the dead. They’ll come if he plays them some Van Eyck and old Rietveld.” (…) “He communicates with the pale.”

Soona, the Programmer - "It was mathematical information -- from the anomaly -- presented as a waveform. That's what it was technically -- theoretically…"

Endurance - The abstract shapes swelling in the foreground have done so in vain. This is a core matter. The answer, in the double-kick that moves the millilitres through your mind. The dark thud is the source of all rhythm, the inspiration behind mathematics… Endurance - The hard core.

“In any case, the secret of expanding our power over nature obviously lies in extending this method to the entire environment. The idea of a universal mathematics was prefigured in many ancient theories that shaped the science of numbers. Since the most ancient times, we find traces of this science among the Chaldeans and Babylonians, […] and, partly, the Gnostics, this research in numerical symbolism was transmitted to medieval philosophy, ”

“ In the nineteenth century, mathematics enjoyed an unprecedented heyday: in its countless applications, it became the basis of all modern technology and man’s real power over nature. Its meaning was the same as in the ancient teachings about numbers: the desire to express all things by means of numbers and the conviction that knowing the formula of a process or thing gave us the power to change and guide the process and thus create the thing. ”

the most perfect species of thought is thought encapsulated in numbers, the project and all its departments and units must consist of a system of formulas or numbers, each providing a key to a process performed by action. […] science in general must provide the formula of any and all possible actions in its theoretical and practical modes. […] However, numbers can be replaced with similarly effective signs or names, whose knowledge gives us dominion over nature. All these tasks clearly involve transforming nature, altering and improving what was heretofore produced by the spontaneous actions of its powers.

The quotes are from the following writings:

Unveiling the musical revolution: Schoenberg’s atonality and the innovation of twelve-tone system by giuseppe.bonaccorso

Arnold Schoenberg wikipedia page

Alexander Scriabin wikipedia page

Temples, incense, giant bells hanging from the clouds: the wild world of Scriabin's Mysterium BBC music magazine

A Universal Productive Mathematics by Valerian Muravyev from Russian Cosmism edited by Boris Groys

Disco Elysium, Sacred and Terrible Air by Robert Kurvitz

bonus: more about the Mysterium

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