#apprentiship

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

cody says he’s a dog person

My headcanon is that Obi Wan is not a dog or a cat person, he’s just an animal guy. I know he has his whole soft professor vibe which a cat would be perfect in, but you can’t tell me he doesn’t light up when he sees a dog. We know he’s got force hoodoo with animals anyway. He’s already a disaster bisexual so when asked to choose between the two he’d probably just flirt his way out of answering (as he would when asked about his preferred gender). Obiwan loves ALL animals.

Cody is a dog person.

[theartofnieriel]

True Ending

While Chat Noir protects Paris from the akuma, Ladybug convinces Gabriel to do the right thing. After the powers of the ladybug miraculous cures Gabriel from the effects of the cataclysm and fixes the other miraculous, Su-Han puts a spell on Gabriel that bars him from ever using a miraculous ever again. If he does, the spell will stop his heart and he'll die. Gabriel accepts his punishment and focuses on rebulding his family and fixing the bonds he ruined. Meanwhile, Lila, now in possession of the butterfly miraculous, is out to take revenge on Ladybug, Gabriel and Marinette. Gabriel offers Marinette an official apprentiship, which angers Lila even more and pushes her to seek out Tomoe Tsurugi. Lila offers her a chance to make Gabriel pay for breaking the engagement between Adrien and Kagami. Tomoe accepts. It's revealed Tomoe had hoped to kill Gabriel and replace him with a senti under her control, but her plan derailed when Gabriel gave the peacock to Félix. Fortunately for her, Gabriel was hit with the cataclysm and she had then hoped he'd die from that. Once again, Gabriel (with Ladybug's help) managed to ruin her plans. This alliance will give Lila the means to fund her plans and will grant her access to new powerful technology she can utilize to her advantage. As season 6 progresses, Ladybug finds herself confiding in Gabriel and Nathalie about her struggles as a hero (as Alya has her own issues to deal with and Su-Han is busy with temple business). The two adults encourage Marinette to be honest with Adrien and reveal her identity to him, but before she can, Crysalis appears and starts terrorizing Paris. Faced once again with a threat to the city, Marinette postpones her talk with Adrien, but everything goes awry when the boy discovers his father was Hawkmoth. Feeling betrayed he runs to Marinette, who has to come clean about knowing about it. Adrien asks her how, and she reveals the truth. She's Ladybug. Heartbroken, Adrien runs away. Marinette calls Gabriel and Nathalie, and together they search for Adrien. Gabriel finds him and notices an akuma flying towards him. He jumps between and gets hit by the akuma to protect Adrien. As he fights Crysalis's influence and, as he's about to transform, he tells Adrien to run, that he loves him and that he's sorry. The finale for s6 is Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting and rescuing Gabriel. Back at the mansion, the former villains and two heroes have a talk and, while Adrien can't completely forgive them for lying to him, he understands their motivations. He tells them he'll need time to process everything. Gabriel, Nathalie and Marinette understand and tell him they'll be patient. From that moment on, Gabriel and Nathalie become the confidants for the two teens, and subsequently join and become patrons of the temple in the fight against Crysalis.

[Bad Ending - Good Ending]

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reblog, don’t repost. thank you

[hunter-slime-660]

HI HELLO YES IM INSANE HAVE A DESCRIPTION OF MY SALUBRI'S HAVEN AND OTHER FUN STUFF ABOUT HIM

POSITION: his haven is situated underneath milan, probably in some unexplored part of the paleo-christian chatacombs. It hasnt been found as of the 2010's because he set up several wards against people, kindred and wraiths.

THE HAVEN: the room is fairly small, damp and dark, although the dampness seems fairly new. the only source of illumination is a series of pine tar-based torces along the wall and small cndles around the room. the room itself is basically a single chamber with a rounded ceiling, like a chapel; the walls are covered in drapes of various quality, subjects and ages, once often taken care of, now suffering from mold. in the center of the room theres an altar with a lot of catholic memorabila (including dried olive and palm branches, several eucharistic chalices and several rosaries, etc) stacked both around and above it, the altar IS covered by a red drape. in front of it a small pillar holdin a bowl filled with with rancid blood. one of the walls is carved in to "shelves" hosts a great collection of books and srcolls of different shape, dimension and lenguages, some leather bound, some cardboard bound, clearly from different time periods, so many of them, in fact, that a lot of extra ones are stacked at the feet of the library. one shelf sticks out for what clearly looks like "hand made" leather books: his personal diaries, of different ages, some more consumed then others, clearly showing their age. In front of the library, a lecturn with an open book, incomplete, a collection of various legends and myths of kindred (basically a homemade book of Nod), and traditionally made quills and ink(?). the lecturn looks pretty messy as if often and repeatedly left in a hurry; a bunch of partially to completedly consumed candles all around it. in a corner a simple mattress, clearly overused, over a stone slab; funnily enough covered in regal and expensive sheets, now patially covered in humidity stains. around the bed, a lot of crosses and pictures of saints, of different materials, age, dimension and conservation state. The last wall is once again carved in to "shelves", but this time it holds a lot of memorabilia of different kinds: jewels, cups, statuines, clothing, paintings, perfumes, small books, religious items from different cults, straight up artefacts both of human and supernatural origin. its clear looking at it there at a time, in the past, there used to be system of organization for these memorabilias, that with time was abandoned as there was less and less space for the different artefacts that were now covering the floor in piles.

THE DIARIES: from oldest to newer, some, more recent, dated most not. In the oldest of diaries there is a lot of talk about prayers, recipies on making bread, cooking in general and eucharistic food, as well as instructions on how to make books, weaving, falconry and animal care and medicine, but also they talk a lot about mistreatment, although its fashioned as if it was "deserved", Elia often refers to himself as "a child of evil that needs redemption". From the time of embrace, the diaries speak of a woman, Mikal and how she promised Elia redemption and "sainthood" through the embrace and apprentiship. still in the early diaries there are written a lot of stories, parables and teachings about golconda, often accompanied by crude-ish illustrations (probably made in haste) as well as mention of the persecution both him and his sire were facing. while all of the early diaries are very worn and damaged, one among them clearly stands out for the type of damage, seemingly deliberate: most pages have been torn out, the few that remains seem to have been soaked in blood or staind by bloody tears and the whole book seem to have suffered severe fire damage. the few readable sentences are either insults towards that woman, Mikal, or read something among the lines of "SHE LIED" and "SHE DAMNED ME". From then on most diaries talk of sabbat practices, rituals, specifically some speak of thaumaturgy rituals and how to hold them, as well as their effects, the time it takes to hold them (usually measured in prayers, such as "3 Angelus") and the materials needed; as well as the inners thoughts of Elia that in this time period go from angry and vendicative to resigned and tired. reading them it becomes clear how Elia was initially just very suggestible, the diaries betray how him believing in "im a child of evil" gets used to push him to think along the lines of "im a child of cain and as such im above cattles", but it also becomes clear how with time he starts to build his own line of thought and how he becomes aware of the predatory tactics of the sabbat and how he plans on leaving it. The latest books seem to write of a un-life of isolation after leaving the sabbat. for most of the diaries from here on, Elia talks a lot about moving, as well as rewriting about pages from past diaries or rewriting the same events multiple times (as if he either lost cognition of time or has been having memory issues); he also writes a lot about "visions of death plagueing his slumber". all of the writings in these diaries are dated and its very obvious he would write very sporadically. it is also to note that in these diaries are the first without any addeed notes or pictures stashed between the pages. although all diaries seem full they seem to cut off when he moved to Florence, the entire part of his un-life spent in milan seems to be completely missing (see section: LAST DIARY)

OTHER ARTEFACTS: Upon his final death, Elia left some artefacts outside his have, either because they were on his person when he was killed, or deliberately left to kindred close to him. To Rhadamès: being his "partner" in his last years, Elia left him several jewels, necklaces especially. Is of note a pair of brass hair pins decorated with amaranth flowers made of silk thread. To Amelia: being the kindred that killed him, Amelia got everithing Elia had on his person. of note are his last diary and his skull, left behind after his death.

LAST DIARY: the one diary missing from the collection in Elia's haven and now among Amelia's possessions. in his last diary he talks about moving to Milan and his last couple years there. in this diary he seems extremely disillusioned and tired of his unlife, often writing something of the sorts of: "at this point either i reach golconda or i let myself die". the dates are very sporadic, only writing of important events, sometimes alternated by prayers or reminders on how to create the wards he placed on his haven. of note are the parts where he speaks of Rhadamès. notably he never calls him by name, referring to him only as "the serpent", but does include medieval-like illustrations of him. within the book he writes of his meeting with Rhadamès, especially the moths leading up to it where he was stalking him. in this period Elia writes of how he wouldnt mind being killed by this "serpent" and how he hopes that being killed by the "embodyment of evil" might grant him some mercy after his death. the following entries, tho, speak of various conversations he had with Rhadamès, as well as a renewed desperation, as he realises the Ministry is not gonna be his end.

THE LAST ENTRY: (not dated) "[...] ho sentito di questa Magister della Piramide. Dicono che abbia fatto ricerche sul Golconda. È arrivato il momento di stare a quanto promesso. Le farò visita stanotte.

Deus meus, ex toto corde pǽnitet me ómnium meórum peccatórum, éaque detéstor, quia peccándo, non solum pœnas a te iuste statútas proméritus sum, sed præsértim quia offéndi te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super ómnia diligáris. Ideo fírmiter propóno, adiuvánte grátia tua, de cétero me non peccatúrum peccandíque occasiónes próximas fugitúrum. Amen." translation: "(in italian) [...] I heard of this Magister of the Pyramid. They say she researched Golconda. It is time to fulfill my promise. I will visit her tonight.

(in latin)(Act of Contrition) O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen."

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[orion-lacroix]

That was good work kid

day 1: prompt used #1 "that was good work"

Original work short story: Marie is roughly late teen early adult(between 18 to 22) , Henry is in his early forties, this is a semi-fantasy setting in which Marie's apprentiship is to be a forest guard.

So here are the warnings: If I missed anything don't hesitate to tell me :)

warning: break-in, violence, self defense, blood, murder

story under the cut is 960 words long

okay so maybe I rewrote it because I couldn't remember what I wrote and I was bored at work. (so yes.. this was mostly written on blank receipts) and it's 9pm 1st oct so I'm within the deadline.

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Marie lowered the heavy axe, breathing erratically as her body ached with every breath she took. She was exhausted and her muscles felt on fire but she wasn't done, not yet.

She lifted the heavy chopping axe and slammed it back against the big log of hard wood. It finally split at the spot she had been hitting repeatedly for three minutes now and she finally could fill the wheelbarrow and bring it back to the small cabin. The axe was resting on top of the wheelbarrow as she balanced everything, muscles protesting every step of the way, to not drop the wheelbarrow.

When she had taken an apprenticeship she had not expected it would be quite this physically hard this early on. She had known it wasn't going to be easy, they were quite deep into the wilderness and had met her mentor before beginning. She knew he would not go easy on her, he was rough around the edge and definitely was not looking for people to waste his time.

"Mr. Henry?" Maria called from a few steps away from the cabin, still pushing the wheelbarrow closer with still uncertain grasp on the rough and aged handles. She could feel already blister forming from the handle of the axe and the handles of the wheelbarrow.

She left it near the door and opened the door to Mr. Henry fighting with humid wood to start a fire in the small heart, the nights were starting to get cold and soon temperatures would drop below freezing point.

"Mr. Henry? I'm done with splitting the last of the wood logs, do I get them inside to dry?" She asked, she tried asking regular questions since she was meant to learn under his care but at most he would humm an affirmative sound or a negative one and she would have to guess which one was which.

This one sounded like an affirmative so she grabbed an armful of small quarters of logs and sat them aside beside the heart in an half circle around it to dry faster. She lowered the heavy armful, underestimating the weight of it and she started to loose balance, leaning forward more and more until she was sure she was going to break her face against the logs.

A hand grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled just enough to get her back to balance.

"It wouldn't do well for you to get injured that early in your apprenticeship, it would be bad omen." He grumbled as he let go of her collar almost gently.

Marie chuckled as she straighten the logs left and looked outside to the disappearing sun. In as deep as the forest as they were the dark came much earlier than it did when she used to live in a small town. The day was almost over and she had just barely managed to complete all the tasks Mr. Henry had given her.

"Just get the axe inside so it doesn't rust before you knock out for the night." Called Mr. Henry, heading to the porch with a small block of dark wood and a carving knife.

Marie had yet to see anything he carved but he would spend hours on hours at night just carving. She wondered not only what he was carving, but also when he slept because she was always exhausted but somehow he always was awake before her.

She brought the axe inside, leaning it against the side of the door to her bedroom and dropped on the bed. She fell asleep almost instantly, muscles aching and exhausted. She woke up hours later to the sound of rustling and the click of a gun being loaded. She froze in her bed, not knowing what to do. She heard the gun being armed and she prayed for a second that getting up would not make the bed creak.

She slowly opened the door just enough to slip in the main area, still in total darkness and her hand reached for the splitting axe, shaky fingers wrapping around the handle. She walked toward the noise, keeping close to the wall where the floor was less creaky. In the dim glow of the fireplace she saw Mr. Henry, carving knife in his left hand, on the floor with a form looming over him, gun pointed at him.

She stopped breathing a moment, fixing her grasp on the axe and lifted it before swinging it at the form.

The she doesn't remember much, just sitting on the floor near the fireplace shaking and blood drops on her face, Mr. Henry kneeling in front of her.

"You did good kid, that was good work."

"Did I kill him?" She whispered, feeling the dried drops of blood crack as she spoke.

"No kid you did not, I did, listen, his blood is not on your hands okay?" He said and she saw the blood on his face too, his shirt had blood soaking through.

She wondered a moment if this was the longest discussion she had with her mentor and would have laughed at the irony of it all if not for the feeling of the blisters on her hands reminding her she had swung an axe at someone.

She looked at her hands to see she was still hanging on to the axe and she lowered it to the ground. Looking at the blood arounds her fingers. Mr. Henry reached a hand out and Marie grabbed it, he pulled her to her feet and tapped her shoulder lightly.

"You'll be fine kid, let's get the blood cleaned up okay? It wasn't your fault." He repeated as he guided both of them to the well and drew water in a bucket.

[snarkylinda]

I love to play "is this the character or the actor?" because Spencer has nervous energy (yes even on later seasons, just mixed with depression) so when he seems way too chill and not with 13 cups of coffee on him, I know that is not him.

This is Mathew and no one can change my mind.

[technoarcanist]

It's been years since i've done any fan art (Uni kicked my free time in the ass), but i've finally been getting back into it. Still not very good, but here's the first proper piece i've done since coming back, and it had to be one of my most favorite squads of all time, as imagined as young adults after the events of the show, moving on to do other great things.

Here are my personal headcannons:

Odd: Has a band, dropped out after boarding school, making a bare living and loving life.

Ulrich: Teaches martial arts at the local gym. Has achilled out a lot now he isn't dealing with the stress of saving the world every few days.

Yumi: Private Investigator, uncovering corrupt schemes all over france and beyond.

Jeremie: Went on to get a lucrative scholarship. Also corresponds with officials about information regarding the events of Lyoko.

Aelita: Ended up missing out on linear education in favour of getting therapy and spending some time travelling and catching up with all earth's experiences. Recently got a great apprentiship at a high-profile computer science firm.

[liminaldancefloor]

Friendly reminder that romanticising academics as much as you try to be like Rory gilmore, will probably fail 2 weeks in.

Alternatives to school include:

-Joining the circus

-meth lab

-live on a commune with 40 nudist lesbian witches

-nunnery

-rat catcher apprentiship

-full time geocacher

Good luck all.

[aurectes]

𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳.

name ( s )  :  jonathan  jack  quinn , a . k . a . mister  quinn  ,  jon  ,  johnny   .   d . o . b .  december  3  ,  1859   .   in  :  chicago  ,  illinois   .   family  history  :  mother's  side  is  irish  and  father's  side  is  english - irish   .    he  speaks  :  english understanding  some  gaelic   .   religious  beliefs  :  roman catholic   .   educational  achievements  :  started apprentiship  with  cadwalader  law  firm  looking  into  trade  union  causes   .   occupation  :  current  law apprenticeship  and secretary for montgomery astor   .   marital  status  :  not  spoken  for   .   hobbies  :  watching  boxing  matches  and  baseball  ,  gambling  and  falling  prey  to  excess  drink  under  copious  stress  in  the  confines  of  his  home   .   

eye  colour  :  blue - grey   .   hair  colour  :  dark brown   .   height  :  6′0″   .   distinguishing  characteristic  :  a  scar  by  his  left  cheek and down the outside of his right hand   .

parents  :  mother  named  eilis quinn , father  named  jack sweeney , step - father  named  clyde drake   .   siblings  :   two    half    siblings    he    hardly    knows   .   extended  family  :    mother's  side  back  in  ireland  he  has  twelve  cousins  ,  and  four  uncles  ,  his  father's  side  has  one  aunt   .   pets   :   none  apart  from  a  stray  dog  he'll  feed  on  occasion   .

inspo  ;    𝘫𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 ( 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘣𝘺 ) , 𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 ( 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 ) , 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 ( 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴 ) , 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦 ( 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯 )

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃 , it was kept tucked away in the breast pocket of his coat and other times under a loose floorboard, a small leather bound black notebook which contained every name of every person the dormer family had made some unsavory dealing with and he's been debating on sharing some of those findings if his debt cannot be remedied but it'll cost him. integrity isn't so easily gained and there are a few other names he's gathered from working under politician montgomerey astor.

𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚃𝚈 , the cadwalader law firm is one of the oldest in new york, and therefore came with a sense of security and protection. trust. he wants to convey the exact same ideal but it's not so easy. everyone jonathan has ever crossed paths with in new york had been seen as an opportunity, especially those of higher status — that's what this is, a chance to make his way in the world away from the shadows of his past.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 , this is what love was like, or so jonathan had assumed — fighting. constant yelling and shouting that would burn the cheeks crimson with metaphorical steam coming out the ears. over nothing and over everything, but it often came in the form of his father stumbling through the door, slurred speech and empty pockets. chicago was not the place promised, the american dream nothing more than lies standing on the back of a crumbling marriage. it was divorce that caused his mother to return to her home country, the very scandal attached to her name far too much for her to bear, the quinn curse, she'd claim. no quinn could keep a marriage. jonathan had asked about it once, ' generational ' she'd claim, someone in the family long ago wronged the wrong person. and his father? he remained. the drunk on the corner. perhaps the embodiment of the quinn curse jonathan concluded after three weeks of staying with his father. somehow england was worse, it's where his mother met clyde drake. a pompous man who had everything jonathan's father did not, money in his pocket and not a drop of alcohol on his breath. and his father was dead, his mother claimed. an alleged widow who married this mister drake, a man who despised jonathan, even more so once he had two children of his own. he made sure jonnathan knew, when every penny was stripped from his inheritance, or what little one his mother had secured for him. new york wasn't much better, a far cry from the promises, a perfectly packaged lie with a shiny red ribbon, but the only place he could secure an education cheaper than europe offered. maybe not cheap enough when the coins in his pocket didn't even stir up a melodious jingle they were so few — but a dormer's offer, the next allure. the last of his coins tossed among the poker chips and golden pocket watch. luck of the irish, surely he'd claim but the quinn's were cursed and as he watched greedy hands stretch across the table collecting all that was left, someone took pity. the late mister dormer who slipped him the left behind pocket watch and a deal. wealth came in the form of compromised morals and a promise that this connection with law and politicians would pay off for the dormer family but did that deal die with the late mister dormer?

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 , how society views jonathan . . . he wishes to be as every lawyer had been viewed in the past and future. never seen as the most earnest people, but holding an esteemed profession none the less. jonathan has always leaned on his charismatic nature to fight the natural inclination people have around a questionable deal or dodgy situation and he's currently seen as the young man with an ill-fitting suit jacket following around politician montgomerey pastor. some have a lesser view, hanging around the dormers gambling and walking around late at night.

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 , the  gamble  he  lost  :  maybe  it  was  too  good  to  turn  down  ,  a  gamble  that  he  was  too  confident  about  and  put  all  his  savings  into  ,  it  never  worked  out  for  him  before  but  something  told  him  it  would  this  time   .   the  curse   :  this  time  it  comes  in  the  form  of  dark  fluttering  lashes  and  a  smile  ,  the  one  he  spends  money  he  doesn't  have  to  impress   .    little  black  book  :  those  in  the  book  ,  who  have  made  deals  with  the  dormer  family  and  other  questionable  individuals  this  one  individual  specifically  who  finds  said  book   .

[crmsnmth]

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This tattoo on my chest The one of dismembered zombie arms holding hands and the anatomical heart Isn't finished, and I don't intend on finishing it

It was done by trained hands In the back room of a tattoo shop And you talked to me about life the entire time

From meeting you in the coffee and cigarettes of the entrance of an AA meeting You told me to keep coming Even though I had no interest in surviving "I'm just doing this to appease some friends," I say, inhaling. The paper cup beside me isn't just coffee "I can smell the rum, man." You say inbetween inhale and exhale. "I'm not an alcoholic." I say watching a group leave togethor From one meeting to the next except this one comes with coffee and pie

You became my sponsor Looking out for me when I almost slipped Took me under your black wings Even gave me a job You called it an apprentiship And that this world would be perfect

We designed the piece togethor Something that said "I love you" in the speeches only the dead can You put the buzzing magic pen in my hands

You lost control of your bike In the fall evening It was destroyed and so was your body Entering the front side of a long haul grill

I relapsed that night And I would do it again at your funeral I couldn't handle watching them drop you down I left and sat by the comfort of the cold lake At least everything was closed casket

We buried you in leather vest With the patch that said "stay weird"

That's the part of this life they never mention It's all sex drugs and rock and roll But you need watch your friends die If you don't bite it first

And that part is hard From open meetings to closed I can't call you late at night

So I talk to the sky about the almost finished ink on my chest

[anotherghoul666]

Please, will you so kindly ask the octopus(ssy) deck for some thoughts on my artistic developmemts? 🐙

Yes, let me gaze deeply into my 78 (octo)pussies for some universal wisdom for you XD (the mental image I just gave myself of a weird pussy creature that peddles fortunes is, welp, it's a Thing and it exists now hahahaha help)

(Full transparency for anyone else that reads this that isn't Joey: this is gonna sound like a more targetted and personal reading cause we talk and I know the situation better than general sweeps I can make for people I know less.)

Joey my dear, I shall now respectfully and lovingly drag you, cause the page of wands upright for you had me CACKLING with the accuracy XD I'm just gonna quote from the damn book to start cause it's TOO GOOD XD : "The Page of Wands has the ability to notice opportunities and envision the big picture. However, SHE WILL NEED TO OVERCOME HER PERSONAL DISCOURAGEMENTS AND INDECISIVENESS FOR HER IDEAS AND PROJECTS TO FLOURISH IN REALITY." Dude xD You just gotta do the thing (in terms of the apprentiship we talked about) and go for it, you know you got this! You have the drive, your desire is pure and comes from the right place, you have the passion and the enthusiasm for it. You're open to learn, you're ripe to step into a new trade, and what you will inevitably lack in practical knowledge, you'll compensate for via raw passion enough to make it work until you have gained said practical knowledge. You have the fire within and it'll drive you to success. This fun, this joy, this love you have for drawing and art, it's all over these three cards. Your light and how bright you get when you draw is splashed all over this reading. I just told you earlier today how you shine when you draw.

You're on the right track to the career side of this. There's success to be siezed for your future artistic endeavours. Monetary and material success. If you take a look around you, you'll find people ready and willing to help you take your artistic development futher. Collective vision and effort is one heck of a powerful tool. Family and friends will support. Mentorship will be of value to you in the future. It should be a profitable partnership for commercial entreprise and artistic growth alike. Pick this mentor carefully and with enthusiasm.

Legit, you just need to, lovingly and respectfully, get your head out of your own ass my friend xD Sieze opportunities. Try shit. Learn and grow. Just never forget to have fun. It's very important you prioritize fun and joy. Don't burn yourself out. Don't see it as a competition. Do your own thing, weave your own gravity, draw in your own world around yourself, shine your light and don't let anyone that doesn't deserve your time dim said light.

[ellatherepersons]

I have this wholesome au where mobians live in tribes and theres the echidna tribe and hedgehog tribw and sonic gets seperated at a young age from the hedgehogs and becomes a feral little gremlin in the woods and just robs wild animals of food cus hes little and fast so he snatches and runs and uses his quills if he gets in a fight

knuckles finds him when fishing in a stream, sonic runs, then the next day knuckles shows up with other echidnas. they wait all day by the stream until a fox hunts a rabbit or smth and sonic goes mine and manages to get the fox to flee, then knucklea ans friends practixally kidnap him and sonic just goes all rabies on them hissing and growlinh.

but they get him to thier home and try and gain his trust, in the end its knuckles who gains his trust and then they become besties.

sonics short in this au for the sole reason he can sit on knuckles shoulders like a cat when they travel and influece from wild animals he probably walks on all fours.

eventually knuckles finishes like warrior cats apprentiship equivalent and becomes a full warrior and they both get tattoos, like the white bits people draw on knuckles sometimes, knuckles' representing teamwork and sonics a blessing.

sonic doesnt like how the tattoo paint stuff feels and knuckles has to stop him from wiping it away before it dries (i have no idea how that works shush its my au))

and then the hedgehog tribe and echidna tribe have tention and a fight, the chieftess of the hedgehog tribe is aleena and her successor is Sonia and Manic is there too.

sonic sees them and is like holy crap they look and smell familiar, and also maybe tribes have like a tune or smth used to celebrate or maybe its just a thing Aleena did for her children but sonic hears and finds it familiar.

so he sneaks out to the hedgehog territory and knuckles follows dissagreeing the whole time

they get to aleenas house and wonder around for awhile until sonia and manic find them, or find knuckles they dont see sonic first, so thet go to attack him but yk sonic and knuckles have been brothers for probably years at this point idk

sonic jumps on his shoulders hissing (he never talks cus idk silly littlw hedgehog man go hisss maybe he thinks it feels unatural and he doesnt quite understand thw whole language))

and sonia and manic are like, holy shit who are you, and at some point aleena comes in ans is like, oh crap thats my long lost son woah, and then theres probably some conflict between the tribes tryinf to get sonic back which inevitably makes sonic not wanna go back cus the echidnas had taken care of him for so long.

eventually they accept he doesnt wanna go back maybe in some dramatic scene wherw everyonws likw, "your choice sonic" and he just looks back at aleena and sonia and manic for a moment before bowing his head as an almost good bye and waddles over to knuckles and sits on his shoulders and then they live happily.

maybe an epilogue would show sonic knuckles sonia and manic playfighting after an alliance had been built between the two tribes and they now get to vibe together

So yeah im pretty proud of it idk if there could be a part 2 including tails as at first it was tails instead of knuckles but idk im to inconsistent to actually write a fanfic it finish a comic but i damn well will try

What do people think of this? Ans what shoulf i name the au?

[khorren]

Allianora has gone through a bunch of retcons over the past ten years. She's been Ruby's apprentice then not, and well, she's been all over the place. So time to sit down and plan it out properly. Here we go!

1926 AE Allianora was born in Divinity's Reach. Her arm of the family is descended from Juno Fae, a Kurzick mesmer born to Kurzick mother and Tyrian father. Their family line has been strongly Kurzick for hundreds of years (with just the one blip of Juno's father) and the Kurzick history flowed through them. Being of House Durheim they were granted the gift of tracking every Kurzick by Grenth, and this ability has continued after all these years. This task would be passed to Allianora when she was old enough.

Family: The Fae name carries weight in Tyria still, even long after the days of the Flameseeker Prophecies and the family is well thought of in the region. Her parents are alive and kicking! When she left for Whispers business they just said she's out adventuring, seeing the world. Other Faes: When Alli was 4, Ruby approached her parents and told them she was a distant cousin. Ruby wanted to teach Allianora certain magic tied to the family and also teach her about the family tree at large. The parents turned Ruby away, telling her that their daughter's destiny was spoken for. They would remain an ally to Ruby, but could not help her in her task. When Celestial Order is formed, Ruby sends out an invitation to Allianora via her parents. While she doesn't interact much with the guild, knowing she has this network available to her has helped her a lot. Her family was familiar with another distant arm of the family living in Divinity's Reach, the family that Kyra was a part of. Allianora's family was of no interest to Kyra's as they weren't particularly magical, and Allianora's family wanted no part of Kyra's as they were always just a little bit…. weird. Religion: Devout believer of the Six and in particular Grenth. Allianora has a sweet spot for stories about Dwayna as well. She has a pet Dwayna bird that she takes on adventures with her. Early years: Attended school and did well. Developed an interest in machinery, gadgets and gizmos. Age 13 took an apprentiship at the local apothecary and learned about elixirs. After school: She didn't need to work, she had a comfortable life of nobility thanks to family fortunes,but she wanted to do something for the community and also keep busy. She opened a small shop and constructed small toys and gizmos. She later branched into making weaponry which caught the attention of the Seraph and they commissioned her to build explosive devices to be used in the war against the centaurs. Great Collapse: 1324ish the area where Allianora lived fell into a giant sinkhole in the city. Her parents relocated to another part of the city and kept a small room for Allianora when she returns from her missions with the Whispers. She only really comes back once a year for Lunar New Year, hoping to connect with others of Canthan and Kurzick heritage.

Mid twenties and the Order of Whispers: Her work making gadgets and other fun stuff reached the ears of the Order of Whispers and they wanted her within their ranks. She joined in 1321 and in 1325 she obtained the rank of Creator and makes all sorts of nasty and fun things for the Order! Works with the Commander on a few missions here and there. She's kinda bummed Serenity has to do Commander things so often, because she loved hanging out with her. Maguuma: Not part of any major operation in Maguuma. Does go to Dragon Stand afterwards to investigate some of the ruins there. Meets Amarilis a few times. They don't really exchange words but get each other out of some jams. Elona: She learns of roller beetles and immediately sets off to acquire one. Beetle racing for fun and profit soon becomes a major part of her life.

Cantha opens: After the commander crash-lands in Cantha and the nation opens up, Alli is one of the first to head over there. Super excited to reconnect with her Kurzick routes but also to bring intel back to the Order. Over there she rebrands herself as Nora Durheim and keeps the Whispers thing to herself.

[hystericalnunladiesnearme]

Got a lecture in how social media works as a tattoo artist, I have to post my work and make more that are good to post and I have to promote my work for bookings boooo...🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅also have to engage w local studios to get placement after I graduate from my apprentiship..good thing I'm volunteering to find out ab this stuff LMAO. I'm gonna make it fr..

[whatdoscissorsdo]

IM FINISHING NEXT MONTH AND IM DOING A UNI/APPRENTISHIP THING COME SEPTEMBER IM SOE XCITED

YOUR CAR IS SO CUTE

HOW HAVE YOU BEEEEEEE

OMYGOSH WHAT ALREADY!!!!! time flies wtf!! goodluck on your apprenticeship!!! youre gonna do great 😍 show me your work after!

ive been good! i have 2 yrs left in uni then after that i’ll get an office job and be miserable for the rest of my life. or maybe ill become like samantha jones from sex n the city

[severitus-for-coping]

Slughorn exists, he's an example of what you can do in the wizzarding world to work yourself into a good position. Network, what's kind of similar to the real world. Snape is really disatvantaged there, because [un-likle Riddle] he's not charming, not good looking - he's unpopular.

Still Slughorn saw his potential and he probably could have had or had a position for portions bewing, an apprentiship, somewehr.

While all wizzards are able to perform magic, there talents and dedication varry a lot. Someone will be brewing portions that are behond the simple and sell them.

That's probably a reason he was given the portions Professors position. He had the full knowlege after compleating his apprentiship. There's no real academic world in the WW, the nearest to that is Hogwarts, who selects teachers based on ability and archivments in a subject. [For example fighting dark creatures/ curses makes you a good DADA Professor]. If Snape made an apprentiship and invented a potion he'd be a just-about ok candiate for a professorship.

I also think the Death Eaters aren't itself a job. They are more an underground orginsation prior to Voldemorts rule. So members don't get any payments, and they try not to openly show if they recognice eachother- they are after all supposed to not know any other death eaters identity.

One of the point opening chapters of Half-Blood Prince reveals that Snape is literally living in poverty even though his school persona has suggested otherwise for five books now, and it even has characters explicitly point out and mock him for living in poverty as an adult and fans STILL refuse to bring class into discussions about him and his portrayal.

[firespirited]

Another eventful day

Maybe it was too humid, maybe Lily pulled a muscle but she couldn't use her front leg despite me massaging it which usually helps then, sat down on a bench holding her on her back and sis pulling out all the burrs we could find. She was just sore I guess, she's fine now. Anyway sis insisted on carrying her home even though she's more disabled than the dog. There was no argument she'd accept, nor would she wait for me to come back with a big bag. I ended up hurting my shoulder from holding Lily, wrangling her into a bag that broke then carrying sis' rucksack. I'm still annoyed she insisted on potentially injuring herself and that she's someone I just cannot negotiate with. We've always clashed and I hoped we'd get better at meeting eachother in the middle. She is so stubborn, I admire it and hate it.

But we got home safe and a few hours sis goes hey so shall we just take Talia and only go up the road 800m to see the phone box library. I go okay yeah I can swing that with a hat for the heat (it's a rare low temp day today)

And as we're going out the door plans change to hunt down a car boot (vide grenier). We arrive at the location which is further than I've been before (!!) and there are only tourists - we got the wrong day! So I'm more than ready to go home, can feel the ache under my ear that says a migraine is nigh.

Then I hear sis exclaim a name and it's one of our old next door (literal shared walls) appt neighbours from the previous place in this town [before the landlord got stupidly greedy and went at least five years without revenue hahaha. I'm still bitter about the non handicap accessible switcheroo place we had to take and remove black mold abd embedded soot ourselves. As much as I love the people in this building, it's not even safe for the able-bodied older ladies who live here.]

Neighbour S is second eldest of the four P boys,

we managed to get youngest K glasses which helped a ton, then into special needs school (boarding to be away from family drama) then an apprentiship and he's thriving as a old people's home entertainment and exercise guy. Getting and giving lots of love.

Second youngest kid A we managed to get special school because he's smart but can't stay away from fights in the hopes that more attention and some therapy would get him back in track. He was the first to go to jail for organising a group beating of a disabled man as a teen. He's out and usually gets jobs well, he's got sociopathic tendancies. We're not sure when it started but he started enjoying bullying and never grew out of it. A bully dad, two bully brothers and possibly some very mild head traumas. It's hard to tell but he's beyond reach and we found out today he's living in town.

Second eldest S was a good kid who's generally chill but his deep seated anger causes him to do stupid things and self sabotage. Like he missed a parole hearing and ended back serving a full sentence because he forgot, too busy having a massive fistfight with the eldest D.

D needed help focusing at school and drama from his dad tended to derail him. Generally very sweet guy despite it all. He went into construction and has been with a series of older women for whom he childminds as well as being the boytoy. He's been with the current one 6 years so many it's finally stable.

So we meet S, and as we're catching up I realise I'm feeling uncomfortable about him, it's not that he's been in and out of jail quite a bit for petty stuff that adds up. I know that's not really ever bothered me, it's not that he's just adopted a puppy when he hasn't sorted his taxes or healthcare yet and will probably be employed by the time the dog is 9 months and ready to destroy the house. Something was holding me back from fully feeling friendly while still acting friendly and in some ways very happy to see our messed up sort of cousins that you sort of become by being the two weird loud families in the building.

Afterwards, Sis and I sat on a bench exhausted from shirt walk but lots of conversation and i ask how she's handling things, the references to who she was when she was more able bodied 20 years ago and well just physical exertion and she has a lot to process, she's double her weight from back then, he's stagnated more than she has even though she's been extremely ill for twenty years. We've both just started walking to try and fix knee problems for her and back atrophy for me.

Anyway she drops "I'm not sure I can fake being chummy with him again, it's hard to ignore he became a wife beater". Yep that feeling was disgust and still some disbelief that he sunk so low, started taking his anger out and starting fights then escalated.

S married his high-school sweetheart, who we also knew, a lovely young woman with an eating disorder and risk seeking like she wanted to be pushed away. She's a care assistant now, their daughter is 14 and lives across the road from us with her grandma for parts of the year.

No we can't be buds. That was a line you don't cross. She'd always had his back.

Kicking myself for not remembering despite my brain going alert alert.

Oh well. He did take full responsibility for the physical violence, accepted the divorce and custody, is avoiding alcohol and is allowed to see his first daughter (the one across the road), seems like he's trying to get this good stint to stick. Hope he can for that 14 year old.

Seeing someone as stuck as we are twenty years later with no chronic illness explanation just neglectful emotionally messy parents was a *trip* for sis and I.

Lots to think about. And Lily needs joint medicine again.