#it will never go away because it’s so ridiculously profitable for so many

[twobrokenwyngs]

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[icewindandboringhorror]

everyday I miss miitomo .. aaa

[ozzgin]

I love your work! you have such a fun take on yandere's and I would love to see what kind of yandere hcs you could cook up for a host-club / paid to go on dates with you yandere ❤️ double points if you can make it so that the reader is never really one to cross a line or think the yandere really likes them...

If you don't want to do this prompt tho I completely understand ❤️

The idea makes me a little nostalgic as it gives me Ouran vibes. Also reminded me I've never played 'Men of Yoshiwara' past the prologue, which also has male courtesans ready to service you. In any case, it's definitely something I can expand on! :)

Yandere! Host x Reader

You've never considered yourself to be the type frequenting host clubs. Yet the loneliness is becoming noticeable and perhaps it's your lack of experience keeping you out of the dating scene. Mingling with paid professionals could prepare you for a future boyfriend. Except your assigned host has other plans in mind for you.

Content: gender neutral reader, inexperienced reader, obsessive behavior, manipulation

Ah, you definitely don't belong here. He can tell within seconds and he hasn't even reached the table yet. You're nervously readjusting the sleeves of your shirt - do you usually not wear such outfits? - and merely glance around the room for a brief moment before casting your eyes back down in sheepish modesty. Well, not necessarily a sight of unpreceded novelty. Many people are intrigued by the idea of a host club, so even just idle curiosity is enough incentive for one to end up among the charismatic crowd of paid affections. Today it's you who has stumbled into the hungry mouth of the wolf, and he happens to be the one to entertain you away from whatever unpleasantries are currently consuming you.

He gently stretches his slender fingers across your shoulder, a feathery touch light enough as to not startle you. You look up and acknowledge his presence, ready to stand up for introductions. His hold on you is firm, letting you know there is no need to leave the comfort of your sofa. "Now then, this isn't a job interview. You don't need to be so formal." He explains with a chuckle. You nod. Embarrassingly enough, your eyes are glued to his face for longer than what you'd consider polite admiration. A waste of good looks is your immediate thought. Surely someone as stunning as him could've worked as a model or actor. You suspect he isn't as enthusiastic to meet you as his voice leads one to believe, so the ability to pretend certainly isn't missing.

One peek at the table next to you, and the answer quickly presents itself. An older woman is inspecting the menu, surrounded by multiple bottles of champagne whose name even you recognize. You doubt the average acting career could provide this amount of luxury. The corners of your lips curl slightly upwards in a pitiful self awareness. Sadly for this guy, you're not a big spender. Whether he, too, is aware of this disappointing fact is impossible to tell. His handsome features remain cheerfully relaxed. "Tell me about yourself. What brings a darling like you here?" He inquires graciously, resting his chin on the back of his hands as he settles before you with an intent gaze.

You narrate your hardship: whether because of your looks or your awkwardness, something impedes you from having acquired a partner; and so the idea of gaining experience through less orthodox means came to fruition. Your host listens carefully, refilling your glass every now and then with a compassionate frown, lips parted in unspoken sympathy. Of course, he understands. Naturally. Once you're finished, he straightens himself in newfound determination: worry not, he will be your coach in love.

Thus begins the unusual partnership. You hadn't expected the man to readily agree to such a ridiculous request. A handful of visits have made it clear to you he's in high demand, most likely one of the top earners. Why would he waste his precious (and otherwise profitable) time with a humble customer like you? Maybe it's bad form to refuse lower paid offers too often, so he's keeping you for balance. You'll never know. His professionalism betrays no hint of annoyance.

You cannot help but marvel at his masterful lying. It becomes quite clear to you why so many people fall helplessly in love with paid hosts. Everything is executed with the utmost care for detail. The loving caress of the cheek he occasionally initiates, seemingly unprompted. The long, ardent stares into your eyes, as you must practice your eye contact. His hot lips brushing against your fingers while he spoils you with diminutives and sickly sweet words of appreciation.

You frequently have to remind yourself that everything is dictated by a contract. A code of conduct meant to be replicated for you and all other clients coming afterwards. How many other poor souls fawn over this alluring devil? You wouldn't want to burden him with an additional customer who forgets boundaries. You know your place too well.

Admirable manners. Frustratingly so. He wishes you'd just give in already and drop the shy act around him. You've caught his interest from the moment he spotted you in that cluttered, crowded room reeking of overpriced alcohol and solitude. Everything about you signaled blindingly clear: you're someone others can easily take advantage of. To think you would've landed right in his hands, to be molded as he pleases. The little sob story about being inexperienced with men, your clumsy attempts to follow along his flirts. Oh, you're just begging to be defiled. Again, and again and again, until there's nothing left of you. Then he'd caringly patch you back together and start anew. His very own corner of innocence.

The indecent daydreams are cut short when you proudly announce, during one of your dates, that you finally feel confident enough to pursue a genuine partner. You have booked a nice hotel room for this occasion; One last gesture of grandeur to show your gratitude for all the advice and love (even though it wasn't genuine). He's sitting on the edge of the plush mattress, dumbfounded, fiddling with the thick, ornate border of the bed runner. Huh? What the hell are you talking about? He's spent all this time getting to know you. What gets you flustered and bothered, what makes you excited, sad, anxious, angry, bored. He taught you how to come out of your shell. Why, so you can go ahead and waste yourself on some fucking idiot?

"My, aren't you eager. You haven't even had your first kiss." He says with a cheeky smile. "I think I can manage-" you want to say, but he quickly interrupts with a curt: "No one likes an amateur kisser". You're immediately silenced. His voice sounds cold, with a hint of anger in it. "I'm sorry, darling love, it's true." He resumes in an entirely different tonality, dragging his words with an eerie kindness attached to them. He tuts a little, turning towards you and patting his knees. There, there, don't look so deflated. If a simple observation like his hurt you this much, how would you handle the much meaner, downright heartless world out there?

Such is reality. Men are cruel and you had the bad luck to be born with a gentle heart. He delicately guides you to sit in his lap, cupping your burning face between his large hands. He knows this expression too well - you're humiliated. And thus, can he truly allow anyone else out there to see you so vulnerable like this? No, this kind of intimacy is reserved for him. You must understand. He has disciplined you to his liking, and simultaneously learned all the nooks and crannies of your being. It's too late to go back to a simple host and client relationship.

"Why don't you practice with me first, love?" He breaks the silence, placing his lips against your forehead in encouragement. You feel a sudden pressure faintly throbbing underneath you. "T-the kiss?" You ask hesitantly, trying to ignore the sensation and squirming in his tightening hold.

"Everything."

[forestenjoyer]

tw leftist meme

this is more of a vent post than anything so be nice and bear with me. i was feeling down earlier so i did some writing to try to get my thoughts straight, and i wrote this.

Every time i feel down, i wonder what it that makes me feel this way. And there are many things. Is it species dysphoria? Sometimes. Is it fear of the future? fear of never living my one life the way i want to? Dread of the increasing amount of people who seemingly hate my kind? Fear for me and the people i love? Climate Anxiety? Loneliness? Yeah, sometimes. But sometimes I can't figure it out, and there is a thought in the back of my mind, and it never goes away. I try to tell myself that some days I'm just not feeling it, and thats true. But sometimes i get upset because i cant really disprove the thought. I'm scared of capitalism, and I'm scared of the way it poisons everything that i love.

When I first heard the thought, i was a social democrat, and it was easy for me to just tell myself that i was being ridiculous. but after time, the thought dawned on me, and everywhere i looked, i saw evidence.

Corporations exist to make a profit. They don't care about us being satisfied unless it's profitable to them. When they get influential enough, people begin to become dependent on them. Once this happens, they can gouge prices for more profit, as they are doing now. What will the government do? Nothing, because more often than not, they have an incentive to support the company. Perhaps the company is a donor, perhaps they are bribed, perhaps the obscene wealth makes them look good by some measurements, or perhaps they themselves are a CEO.

So, right. The government, who is allegedly supposed to take care of us, the people, isn't going to help, as it hasn't. So it's up to us, but say this company provides a vital service and is the only one who does so at any reasonable quality (Google), or has people addicted (Meta, McDonald's), or has so much variety and power that avoiding it is incredibly difficult (Disney, Nestle). If this is the case, which is is, it's very hard to boycott them.and those who advocate for change or participate in attempts to force change are mocked and taunted by bad actors and gullible folk. And by bad actors, I mean people who defend the company because they too own businesses. Landlords, local business owners, and so on. They are middle class twats who have never had to suffer the struggle of a normal person. And yet they LARP as us, calling themselves everyday hardworking folk, but actually own a business or an estate and have never had to confront the fears of tenancy, homelessness, poverty, and so on.

And i despise these people. They pretend to be us, and trivialise our struggle, saying lifes not that hard, and even call us elitists and entitled, and complain about us. And they manipulate and lie like this and act like they suffer while they collect rent from tenants after their third overseas holiday of the year.

And maybe you believe in reform. I did too. But do you ever find yourself asking 'How?' Do you ever grow weary of politicians throwing you and your movement under the bus? Or failing to fulfill their promises? Do you ever catch yourself thinking 'this is hopeless'? What do you do when you hear that, or when others tell you that? A reasonable person would take it in good faith, consider it, and try to find its flaws. And if you really knew that reform was possible, or realistic, you could explain why to yourself. I never could. I would joke around and throw insults because I couldn't argue with it, and everyone else did the same. I thought 'those stupid leftists are so foolish' and said it was ridiculous.

And thats why I caved, After all, if you cant see a way for peaceful protests and voting alone to bring change, and have watched it fail to over and over again, is it not reasonable to turn to the ideas that can give you answers, that being anarchism? The government cannot ignore a riot like it can ignore a peaceful protest. And if the government cannot and will not help us, we will have to help ourselves and each other.

And this is only a small part of it. I hate how it has ruined and weaponised science and strangled art. I hate how it destroys the environment. and i cant stand the way it does so with such self righteousness and entitlement

[youngpettyqueen]

42 “clumsy kiss” with WHATEVER ship strikes your fancy

omg letting me pick the pairing?? Ally youre too kind to me <333

a clumsy kiss, love a clumsy kiss... ive got Jadzia on the brain after reading Revenant, so here's a cute lil scene with her and Worf! I know you havent seen DS9 but I hope you enjoy anyways <3

Jadzia wants two things.

First, she wants another bloodwine. They've been going down so nicely tonight, and she lost count a while back of how many she's had, exactly, but she wants another one.

Second, she wants her husband.

She goes to find Worf first, because she'll need Worf in order to get the bloodwine. Quark, being entirely unfair, had cut her off, so she needs Worf to go get it for her.

She wants him for more than just getting her another drink, of course. It's been a couple hours since she last saw him, and she misses him. Which is entirely ridiculous, it's only been a couple hours, but this is a party- a Klingon party- and she'd like to be spending it with her husband.

Unfortunately, he's a bit difficult to find in this crowd.

QI'lop is one of her favourite Klingon holidays. It's always a good party, with plenty of good food, and lots and lots of good drink. Dax has had an iron gut for liquor through most of its lives, and Jadzia is no exception. She was right there alongside General Martok when he went to convince Sisko to allow a celebration to take place on the station, and she suspects her asking for it was what tipped Sisko's opinion in their favour.

The general invited a whole lot of people, who in turn invited others, and now the entire Promenade is swarming with Klingons. She's sure Odo and Starfleet Security are just having a blast trying to keep eyes everywhere. She'll make it up to them another time. For now, she's a bit busy swaying and stumbling through the Klingon crowd, which is great for a party, but not so good for trying to find her husband.

When she does find him, it's because she walks into him. Literally. She's looking around, high and low, anywhere but right in front of her, and she walks right smack into him.

Jadzia yelps, nearly falling back on her ass. Quick as a whip, Worf catches her by the waist, steadying her. She finds herself looking up into his eyes, and maybe it's that her blood is 60% alcohol at this point, but she could swear she falls in love with him all over again.

"Hi, handsome." She greets, grinning broadly.

"Jadzia," Worf acknowledges, a whole lot more composed than she is. He eases her up to her feet, though his hands don't leave her waist, "You are drunk." He observes.

Jadzia gasps in mock indignation, her hand flying to her chest. "Me? No," Worf just raises a brow at her, and she goes right back to grinning, "Ok, maybe a little. Just a little. And I'd like to be a little more drunk, so I need you," She puts a hand on his arm, "To go get me a bloodwine."

Worf doesn't move. "Is there a reason you can't get your own?" He asks, and he looks like he already knows the answer.

Damn him and his very thorough, and also kind of sexy observational skills. "Cause Quark is being mean and he won't let me have anymore." She tells him, oh-so-sad about it.

"I find it difficult to believe that the Ferengi would turn down a profit without sufficient reason," Worf continues, and Jadzia curses internally, "Did he cut you off?" He asks plainly.

Jadzia can still win here. She nods, and puts on her best pout as she does. "Can you believe his audacity?" She asks in turn, "Telling me when I've had enough? You have to talk to him, Worf. You can't let him get away with this, with... with cutting your wife off from bloodwine," She leans against him, looking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes, "My honour would never recover." She laments.

Worf looks thoroughly unmoved by her performance. "For once, the Ferengi and I are in agreement," He says, and Jadzia's mouth falls open, "I believe you have had enough, and that it is time for us to retire." He doesn't give her any warning for what he does next. He moves with, frankly, unfair speed, and suddenly Jadzia finds herself being swept off her feet and into his arms.

She yelps, throwing her arms around his neck in surprise. "Worf!" She squeaks, too drunk to be dignified. She clings tight to him as he starts to walk, and he cradles her against him like she weighs nothing at all.

"In your state, this is more efficient." Worf tells her, stepping over a Klingon who seems to be passed out drunk on the floor.

"But it's QI'lop," Jadzia pouts, "I love QI'lop."

"You will thank me in the morning." Worf replies, unsympathetically.

Jadzia harrumphs, but she doesn't put up a fight. There's a part of her, a teeny tiny, absolutely minuscule part of her that isn't drunk beyond reason, and that teeny tiny, absolutely minuscule part of her knows that he's right. She's very drunk, and Quark was probably right to cut her off, because she has the morning shift, and if she has anything more she's going to be both hungover and useless. She's been drunk enough times to know that if she stops now, she's only going to be hungover.

The thought makes her sulk. That's going to suck. Julian's going to have a field day with her.

Well, maybe not. He did vanish early from the party with Martok and Sirella, so he might be suffering from his own agonies tomorrow. She can only hope.

The rumble of Worf's baritone draws Jadzia out of that mental image, and she realizes that they're away from the party and on the turbolift. He must've asked for their level of the Habitat Ring. She didn't even realize they'd left the Promenade.

Now that the music isn't pounding and rattling her bones, she realizes that she can't actually feel her body all that much. She can feel Dax, protesting being taken out of the fun with Curzon's voice, but she can't feel her limbs. And, now that she's really thinking about it, her head feels like it's full of cotton. She can't think very clearly. Have the lights in this turbolift always been this bright? She squints, barely resisting the urge to curl up and hide her face in Worf's neck.

Ok. Maybe she did overdo it a bit.

The lift stops, and Worf steps out into the corridor, which is mercifully darker. Jadzia isn't the biggest fan of Cardassian architecture, but right now, she appreciates their lighting schemes. She relaxes as Worf carries her down the hall, all the way to their door, where he sets her down with the utmost care so that he can punch in the code to let them in.

Jadzia leans heavily against him, letting him lead her inside. His arm is strong and secure around her, keeping her held against his side. He's like a walking, talking pillar. She feels all warm and fuzzy, held against him like this, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol burning a hole in her gut.

She turns to him and stops him. Rests a hand on his chest, looks up at him to meet his eyes. He looks at her with a bit of curiosity, a bit of exasperation, and a whole lot of love. She smiles at that, her heart doing a little dance.

She really does love him.

"You're wonderful." Jadzia tells him.

Worf cocks a brow at her. "Is this your way of thanking me?" He asks.

"I'm too drunk to thank you how I want to thank you," She replies, and she chuckles when that comment makes his cheeks darken. He's still such a prude sometimes, it's very endearing, "But yes. Thank you. Thank you, for carrying me all the way home, and keeping me from making a bigger mess of myself," She raises her hands to his cheeks, holds his face, her world, in her palms, "I love you." She murmurs, achingly sincere.

Worf's expression softens. He reaches up, catches her wrists, holds her hands in place. "And I, you." He says, with that soft voice he only ever uses with her.

Jadzia beams, and draws him in for a kiss. Except her coordination isn't great, because she's still very drunk, so her kiss ends up at the corner of his mouth. She giggles, she can't help herself, and she tries again, and she sort of gets his top lip with the second attempt.

"Sorry," She snickers, holding him close, her nose against his, "I'm better at this when I'm sober."

Worf smiles at her, equal parts amused and fond. "I don't mind." He replies.

Jadzia kisses him again, and this time, it lands. And then, just to make up for the clumsy misses, she kisses him again. And again. And again, and again, and then he scoops her up into his arms again, and she keeps on kissing him as he carries her to their bed.

[frumfrumfroo]

(Sorry if I am belabouring the point, so feel free to ignore this ask) no yeah I'm definitely the same way and you're never wrong for having personal reasons not getting into something immediately - I think some of the fandom anxiety comes from the fact that things get cancelled so quickly without sufficient viewership (or even with sufficient viewership, which is a whole other nut). It puts a weird amount of onus of a show's success on the fandom, which is even stranger in the time of broken trust and active resentment of audiences/audience engagement with a text/trying to 'outsmart' us. But ultimately there is something severely rotting at the root that I don't think we have any control over.

And yeah the popular perception of TD season 1 is that it's grimdark because its protagonist is deeply wounded and many a fanboy is butthurt about its celebration of redemption. It's an incredibly, incredibly dark show, and so that tragic beginning is hard for a lot of people to get past, I think, when it's not the final conclusive thematic remark*. I would say that Dark is similar to this if you want an idea of the tone. Somehow we have ended up where the children's modern day fairytale is grimdark and nihilistic and shows inured in tragedy are idealistic and redemptive.

Anyway, very thankful for your blog in keeping me sane in the time of psychedelic narrative rules, and being Principled, because sometimes I feel like a stick in the mud lol.

And the asterisk is there up above because I have heard this exact description of a popular book series (A Song of Ice and Fire) and I disagree with this conclusion, partly because the series is unfinished, partly because I think the fanbase on Tumblr is overly optimistic, and also because TD has an absolute conclusion which is idealistic. So I just want to note this so it doesn't seem like I'm misrepresenting or overstating the show lololol.

It's also extremely unsavoury the way big name fans and the former twitter cabal, wherever that hangs out now, will take advantage of this anxiety and use it as a bludgeon to make a captive audience feel like they have some 'duty' to support the financial success of giant evil corporations. Giving Disney more money and bullying people for not giving Disney more money is not a moral victory, I think we should all be able to agree. Abusing calls to support artists by co-opting them into the service of mindless consumption of branded refuse is fairly repugnant. Saying 'vote with your dollars' between a choice of Disney Extruded Movie Product A, B, or C is both hilarious and sad.

eg: that tie-in comic, I think it was the TLJ one? The one with the terrible art. It's a commissioned product, the artist was paid once and as little as possible to create it for solely marketing purposes. Applying fandom etiquette to it or saying it should not be criticised because of high turnover times is frankly fucking ridiculous. It's a professional commissioned product they were selling for profit. They had all the time and all the money in the world, there's no excuse for it to be awful and absolutely no one should have felt obligated to buy it or keep quiet about how bad it was. Maybe the artist could have done better under better working conditions, but that doesn't make the actual product we're being asked to purchase acceptable. Giving Disney your money is not going to improve those conditions and it's not going to help that artist.

The same with the tros defenders saying they tried therefore you can't criticise them. A) they did not try B) this was not a sincere piece of art and pretending otherwise is just insulting and C) it's a corporate product made by a near-monopoly who employed alleged professionals. Nothing could possibly be more fair game for harsh criticism.

Ultimately putting this onus on fandom of you must throw your money away on this thing or be a free shill for this brand or maybe they'll stop throwing us any crumbs... like it's debasement. Given all the many recent examples of how public support doesn't matter unless it's that first weekend a show drops on a streaming platform or the opening box office, how being the 'wrong' audience makes you irrelevant no matter how many of you there are, how even very successful shows are dropped after two seasons because producers don't want to pay actors, etc. etc. it's even more silly. We should be demanding better, not propping up this nonsense. Creative people are being profoundly fucked over by this system and are often still fucked even if they make something successful.

If people want to support artists, buy independent and small label media. Go see original, mid-budget movies at the cinema (if you live in a city where you have any chance of one playing, that is).

And see, I have no problem with darkness, angst, and tragedy if I know it's going somewhere positive. Having to really go through it can make the journey and the ultimate conclusion feel even more rewarding. As long as it's not angst for angst's sake, but is doing something meaningful and necessary, it only enriches the hope at the foundation of redemption or recovery stories.

Idealism is brave, challenging, and requires sincerity. When the modern fairy tales are being produced in cynicism and by committee to meet a quota for the shareholders...

Thank-you ❤️

[forjustice]

Growing up, Cynthia always knew she was beautiful. She is completely confident in her looks today as well. But during her teen years when she was getting into the world outside the communes for the first time (especially the Coordinating world), she was hit with all the ridiculous beauty standards and it made her seriously question what everyone said growing up that she was a beautiful little girl. One day she went sobbing to Volo that she didn’t think she was beautiful anymore, that now that she had gone to the outside world she knew what real beauty was, she felt lied to all these years that people told her she was pretty. A devastated Volo held her and dried her tears and assured her that there was no such thing as “real beauty” because beauty is subjective, and that she shouldn’t listen to outer society’s way of distorting self image for the beauty industry’s profit like in a capitalistic funhouse mirror.

And then Volo went BALLISTIC.

Her seething hatred of what the world had done to her perfect daughter manifested in a curse—a terrible curse. From then on, for many years, nearly the entire world of celebrities who relied on physical appearance was afflicted with not only physical ailments like weight gain, acne, and wrinkles in the aging population who were desperate to hide them, they also had the most CARTOONISHLY bad luck and streaks of incompetence. No matter what happened, no one with prominence in appearance-focused celebrity careers could do ANYTHING right. Renowned international Coordinating festivals became shitshows of disastrous slip ups, from the embarrassingly comedic to the occasional career ending injury. Pokémon battlers seemed to lose all their strategic know-how overnight, turning the competitive scene into a joke where people battled with all the intelligence and finesse of a Pokémon game AI losing against Twitch Plays Pokémon. For this entire span of time, no new movies were made or released because everything kept going wrong, from camera tech always glitching to actors routinely forgetting their lines. And make no mistake about it, women were affected just as much as men—because Volo knows well that celebrity women can participate as much in upholding toxic and patriarchal beauty standards as men do. Those who actively fought to change things and those who suffered from things like eating disorders and dysmorphia were spared, but everyone else got absolutely fucking wrecked. Only after Cynthia resolved her image issues did the carnage stop. Never underestimate what Volo would do for her.

That being said, it's not as though Cynthia completely approved of her mother's actions. The curse wasn't intentional, and really it couldn't have been because Volo has a thing where she can't control the full extent of her powers unless her emotions are triggered in some way. But still--Cynthia is not the type of person to wake up and choose violence, so she would have felt saddened at the fact that no new movies were made for a good span of years because it took away something meaningful for so many people. She also thinks that every celebrity being afflicted with what they perceive as ugliness might also be counterproductive in some cases, because celebrities also suffer from the system they participate in. Sometimes, it comes across as but a shallow understanding of the struggles of ordinary people, where celebrities try too hard to be relatable while not realizing that by virtue of being societally accepted as the most beautiful people on the planet they can't exactly pull the "I'm really just like you" card. Other times though, it causes legitimate issues even if they don't rise to the level of eating disorders or dysmorphia--so Cynthia worries that Volo didn't fully take into account who exactly she was affecting. Not to mention, some peoples’ careers were straight up ended by this—she sees it as a major blow to the arts and entertainment. She can't deny that after the curse, people in the celebrity scene started making strides to do better with not enforcing strict beauty standards. But, as is the question whenever Volo does some shit like this, at what cost?

[babybluesquid]

Consequences of Karrnath Drabble 3

A Letter of Encompassing Love

18 Nymm 999 YK

My brilliant bonfire, Nux,

It took me many attempts to put this down to writing. I find it hard to write, as I’ve written nearly nothing in a long time. In fact, I found it necessary to enlist Vakaris to scribe for me, in order to make it legible. I will work on my own writing more, so that my next letter to you might be in my own hand. I hope the Orien courier finds you soon, as I only have a vague idea of where to send this.

I must confess that I have wanted to go to the Mror Holds myself, to find you and help you with your battle. But I know you would hate me for it. This is your own fight, not mine. It makes me worried that I cannot be there to keep you safe. Not because you are incapable, but because I love you and I want to aid you. If you invite me, I will leave everything behind to be by your side. If you want me to, I will help you remove this pact, just as I aided you in the past. But if you still want to find your own path, I will allow you to. I cannot promise I will not fear for you, in that case, so please tell me of the War Below to relieve some small part of my anxieties.

In exchange, I shall tell you of my own circumstances.

With the money the king granted me, Vaeren and I were able to open up a shop, Bone Brew, in the Commerce Ward. The building is built of strong black stone, and has living spaces on the second floor. We’re currently using the main floor to sell tea as we wait for our first brew of ale. Vaeren thinks that perhaps we need to change our business model, that we’ll likely not make a profit off our initial plan. Truly, it was more a fantasy than a plan, and now we dwell in reality.

The people of the city seem split on my presence. As my identity as an undead was already thoroughly revealed, I saw no possibility of concealing it once again, and so I walk openly. Many seem distrustful of me, and I cannot blame them for this. Even the Crimson Covenant keep themselves sequestered away from public view, and so I am uniquely visible.

Still, some others, especially secret Seekers, have expressed appreciation of me and my efforts. I have made no effort to publicize my defeat of the Shadow Sword, and yet the news has still somehow slipped out. Most believe it a ridiculous rumor. I say let them believe what they may, I do not want followers.

Also, beyond simple mistrust and derision, I have encountered hostility. Just one month ago, I was attacked within the Bone Brew by a Tairnidal named Jhalira. They came in vengeance for the Valas Tairn that are dead because of me. Fortunately, I was able to defeat them without killing them, and I let them go free. I’m sure you just scoffed at the idea, and if you were here you would’ve told me that I ought to have dealt the killing blow, or at least turned them over to the wolves. I understand your opinion, it would certainly be the easier path, but I do not think it would be effective. If I killed them, another would come to avenge Jhalira, and then the warrior after them, and I would never be free from Tairnidal vengeance. If I turned them over to the wolves, they would stew in their anger while in confinement. I had to let Jhalira loose, a deliberate act of mercy meant to allow them to determine their own path. My hope is that they will take the opportunity.

There are also still Red Watchers within the city, though the lions are set to rooting them out. I have been ambushed in the streets by those terrorists and their sympathizers on two occasions. On the first, I was within the Low District, and The Wall came to my aid midway through the battle. A dozen Red Watchers were apprehended in the aftermath. On the second occasion, I was alone, beset by twenty-some assailants, and I had to flee. It is frustrating, to be so strong and yet to still be vulnerable against numbered foes.

Vaeren and I have thus continued training, in order to keep our skills sharp and continue to grow in strength. I had hoped to never fight again, but that was also fantasy. Though stabilized for now, following the scattering of the Red Watchers and the decimation of the Ministry of Dead, Karrnath remains a dangerous place with many rogue elements. Especially now, these forces feel backed against a wall, and that makes them all the more unpredictable and deadly. The king has thus far kept his promise not to call on me again, but I am sure he will not ignore me as an asset if his power begins to wane again.

You must be wondering why I chose to remain in Karrnath, and in fact in Korth, so close to Kaius, then. It is a matter of pride, I must admit. Karrnath is my home, and I wish to see matters here improve. Even if I am not actively fighting, I hope my presence can be a positive and stabilizing force. I have been offering my magic, especially my healing, to those in need of it. Also, there is some pragmatism in it. I stay near Kaius, and I shall be in a better position to hear of events which might affect me and my community.

That is the most important reason of all, community. My brothers by blood and by allegiance have chosen to remain in Korth as well. Continuing to see and speak with Andrev, Seven, and Vakaris brings me joy. Andrev has a simpler perspective on the world than I, yet this simplicity leads to honest judgments unmarred by anxiety or prejudice. Seven, despite being forged and part of a strange religion, is the one I can relate most to. And Vakaris, my lost brother, has begun to rekindle that bond of sibling affection which we had lost when I went to war and died. For too long, I had no companionship in this world, and now I have those whom I truly love. I would not leave them, especially not now. Andrev and Vakaris have become close confidants, and they have both expressed romantic affection toward the other. Perhaps they will decide to build this relationship further, and then wish to be joined. I would love to perform the ceremony, if they would allow me. Having these beloved people living so near me allows me to face my grief and step past it.

I have been confronting my emotions more, lately. Andrev encouraged me to go to House Jorasco as he did, but I do not trust some house shrink to go through my thoughts and keep them a secret, even with their oaths of secrecy. Instead, I have been writing, in my scrawl of a hand, and I have been having honest discussions with Vaeren, Andrev, Seven, and Vakaris. I’m telling you this because I know I hurt you in the past, with my stubbornness, anger, and paternalism. I hurt Vaeren too, I know, and Syv. I have truly been an overbearing and damaging force in your lives as I attempted to change you.

I apologize.

I cannot excuse my behavior, but I can work to improve myself. I want to be a kinder, more gentle person. I want to be a stronger person. I want to inspire, not through coercion, but through uplifting others. It has been difficult to confront my shortcomings, and I often fall back into bad habits, but I have true confidants who inform me on my progress and advise continued improvement. I am so glad to have them.

It has not been easy for me to quit adventuring. I keep expecting threats around every corner, and I am unfortunately not always incorrect. I have few skills, other than my capacity for violence. I am trying to learn how to be a person, a real person, like I was before Almante ever went off to war. She used to write, not just letters or journals, but prose, poetry, and philosophy. I have no idea where to start with writing again, but I have started to read. I am currently reading the Analects of War. It seems I am not yet able to leave violence behind.

Sometimes I still think about what I am. I do not know for sure, and that can be frightening. However, I do not think I actually need to know right now. It is enough to just be a person, not a soldier, or a martyr, or a Bone Lord, or an infant god. I have been something for so long but now I just want to be.

I’ve been recalling our time spent together, from the beginning to our parting. You have grown so much since you were a scared but audacious kid who stole my helmet right off my head. I am filled with incredible pride when I remember when you stood in defiance against the formidable Great Icefang, when you reached into my mind to save me from the Bone King, and even when you made your pact with the Killing Cold because you did it to keep us all safe. You burn strong and with brilliant confidence. Your mind is sharp, your tongue is sharper, and I have no doubt that you will defeat all those demonic abominations you have gone to slay. You are also kind, humorous, and lovable, and I have no doubt that you will find new companions in the Mror to fight alongside you, new companions that you’ll protect and who will protect you in turn.

My light, I hope always for your safety. Come home to me soon.

Your boney bastard,

Dagne

[battleangel]

You Have to Earn The Right To Live

Nobody ever has to die again from houselessness, famine, poverty or lack of adequate medical care.

How?

💗Universal Housing

💗Universal Healthcare

💗Free College

💗Universal Basic Income

Specifically:

💗Increase personal income taxes to 70% to 85%+ for upper middle class and high net worth individuals to fund the above.

They would have less so that others could literally live and not die. Theres nothing unfair about that.

💗Increase personal income taxes to 75%+ for individual millionaires and billionaires (Elon Musk, Bezos, Vince McMahon, Roger Goodell, Mindgeek CEO, Waltons, Hiltons, CEOs, professional athletes, actors and actresses, singers, Hollywood studio heads, record label executives, etc.).

They would still have so much without other people being forced to go without to the point where thousands and thousands every year are dying needlessly where housing, basic medical care and food would have saved their lives.

The US has the number one economy in the world -- the money is there to prevent these senseless deaths, it is just being hoarded and passed down generationally to stay within these families by a select few, by the 1%.

People dont have to die of houselessness or preventable illnesses or because they couldnt afford needed surgery or from hunger.

Look at all the abandoned buildings that sit empty that could be converted into free housing. Look at abandoned shopping malls.

Look at all the food we throw away unused in our fridges and all the food that restaurants throw out from ridiculously oversized portions that guarantee needless and senseless waste.

We have the money, resources, food, medicine, doctors, land and building space to address these issues and stop these preventable deaths today.

There is no scarcity issue in the United States when it comes to these resources!

Instead, capitalism is a zero sum game and a death cult where you have to "earn" the right to live -- thats pro-life for ya.

You have to "earn" the "right" to be housed and sheltered, to be protected from the elements, to not sleep on a sidewalk, on the gutters, under a bridge, near a trashcan, defenseless and possibly alone, open to being raped, abducted, robbed, beaten, kidnapped, assaulted and murdered with no protections.

Many houseless shelters are unsafe, especially for women, overcrowded and at capacity.

You have to "earn" the "right" to be given food and sustenance, to literally be allowed to eat, to live.

Most Americans live paycheck to paycheck and layoffs happen consistently in cycles to increase shareholder returns, they are never necessary at the rate and volume we see where thousands are laid off for a temporary reduction in the rate of increase of profits year over year -- not a decrease in profits, a reduction in the rate that the profits increased.

Dips and lulls are to be expected in any business.

To get rid of thousands of employees with decades of experience, knowledge of the company, culture, processes, philosophy, management style that is literally irreplaceable is incredibly shortsighted and reactionary but they do it anyway for a temporary pop -- stocks temporarily increase, the board and shareholders are temporarily sated, they wait a few years then do it all over again, destroying thousands of lives, careers and their own companys intellectual cache, culture and morale but they dont care because of the pursuit of the almighty dollar.

Thats more of a cult than Jim Jones ever was. If thats not drinking the Kool-Aid, what is?

Employees know they are completely expendable under capitalism so they live in fear hoping that they've kissed enough ass and sucked enough dick for clout that they wont be laid off and when they inevitably are, they turn into those creepy people on LinkedIn, smiling through their tears on their profile pictures, profusely thanking and sucking off the company that just kicked them in the teeth. Never bite the hand that feeds.

💗Increase corporate tax for Fortune 500 companies, FAANG, big agriculture, big pharma, big box retail, top banks & financial services company, big 4 consulting to 50%+ to fund the above.

These are multi-billion and even trillion dollar companies. They would still have the money to innovate, create, expand, compete in their industries and pay their employees. The money is there to fund these programs.

💗Stop relying as a society on people "giving to charity", non-profits and churches to not fill the gap that the socialist programs listed above could completely close.

Right now, everything is up to chance and the individual.

If you dont find a soup kitchen or houseless shelter or join a church, if you die you die, thats on you, thats your ass -- you should have worked harder.

Noone should have to look for any of this, it should be freely provided to all citizens in a communal society that has businesses that generates profits but then distributes those profits to do the most good.

Capitalism scoffs at this and says, we are businesses not charities. Its for profit, not non-profit.

It doesnt have to be zero sum or one of the other.

We could embrace innovation and competition while not letting people die needlessly in the streets.

It doesnt have to be like this.

Theres enough to go around for everyone without anyone in the US having to needlessly die.

Outside of the US, if foreign aid went directly to non-profits like Doctors Without Borders and not to corrupt governments that hoard the money and dont give it to their citizens, world poverty, hunger, starvation, malnutrition, houselessness would be eliminated, malaria nets & basic medicine could be provided, needed surgeries, clean drinking water.

1% of people of the world hold 99% of the wealth.

It doesnt have to be this way!

[golbrocklovely]

You hit the nail on the head with that ask. We never hear Colby complain just show hes tired, yet Sam literally is seen out more and has commented that he has panic attacks and Colby has to come help him out with that. I just had a talk about this with someone on reddit and we were saying how as soon as they returned from Europe, Sam left to have another trip with his siblings while Colby stayed behind to edit. Yet when he returned it was Sam who made the post about not needing to vacation and preferring to work than have time off. When Colby is finally seen out, Sam always has to post some version of a story or snap to show hes editing yet all we see on the screen is the thumbnail. Colby looks so down and depressed sometimes it worries me and where is Sam? Golfing? Or taking Katrina to Hawaii? Colby barely took time to see his family in Arizona because he needed to get back to editing. Just know many of us don’t say this because parts of the fandom are so toxic you cant get a word in but we all see it, and many of us feel it. You though hit the nail on the head.

my thing is, i'm not saying he doesn't deserve time off. if anything, i would love for him to find someone that could take some shit off his plate. both him and colby work their asses off, they BOTH deserve to have editors do their parts so they can focus on other things. my issue is that when colby edits, he sits in his room and does nothing else but edit. maybe you see him go out at night, maybe he goes on a walk or something. but even that's rare. sam on the other hand…. he's out with kat, or her group of friends. he's out drinking. he's doing a bunch of stuff. but then comes back and complains on not having enough time to edit. in one breath he will say he loves editing and it's his favorite thing to do, but in the next breath complain about needing an editor or showing all the shit he had to do just to get to the point where the video is almost finished.

both of them do a lot of editing all the time, but only one complains about it. and then that same one complains about not finding an editor that can copy his style, or that he has to give notes and 20 page documents on how to do his style. and it also seems like at times that he "deserves" an editor bc he has a gf and since colby doesn't, that's why who cares if he has to do his part in the end regardless. that's my issue.

and as i've said before, usually when snc are in a time crunch is when sam likes to pull out the "let's try something different with the editing", and it usually just makes the video feel a bit off, even if the thing that changed seemed somewhat interesting. there was just no follow-thru bc YOU DIDN'T HAVE TIME.

again, i don't care if sam wants time away from work. i IMPLORE both of them to take breaks. but do not come back from a 5 star vacation talking about "i love working, idk why anyone would want a vacay, you shouldn't live for them".

some of us only work to live here, samuel. you think i love working in retail for slightly above minimum wage? fuck no lol

yo highkey i think my issue with sam is that he is just such a capitalist and i'm just… not. this man wants to be rich like elon but doesn't realize what that means to get that rich. but then it's funny bc he doesn't even realize looking up to assholes like elon or bezos is ridiculous bc neither one of those fuckers are working. they just profit off of those that work under them without lifting a finger. they exploit which is why they make so much fucking money. they care about no one but themselves and their fucking pockets. money makes them soulless.

okay i'm gonna stop ranting now.

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Hcs! 

Advice they gave but don’t take themselves?

Eleteo: That your feelings and fears are valid and you shouldn’t hide them. They say that to the other meaning it with all their hearts, but when it comes to their own problems, sometimes they don’t follow through. Elena because she is crown princess and later, queen. She wants to be cool and put together because she has to be a leader, she’s scared to shake off that image for a second or else she’ll fall apart. But as their relationship deepens, she finds Mateo to be a safe place to let go of that queenly mask without fear that he’ll think of her as less of a strong leader. Mateo just feels that his problems are so inconsequential and little and they don’t matter or she doesn’t want to hear which is the least true thing ever. But also slowly but surely Mateo comes to fully realize how much Elena cares for him and his feelings matter. 

Gababel: The whole work and no play. Both are guilty of this with Gabe wanting his men and himself to get into top shape for battle and Isabel slaving away over her inventions and university work at the cost of sleep and sometimes their mental sanity. Sometimes they are both so busy with their work, they end up encouraging this worse impulse. But most of the days, it is always one who is busy and the other one urges them to relax and sleep and even “kidnaps” them to a surprise excursion for fun and that always relieves them of being in “the zone.”

Estenaomi: They both have trouble admitting that they have limits. Esteban because he so wants to be look upon as an adult and respected so he won’t admit he has flaws or if he is facing a fear (like spiders or man eating animals) he’ll still power on despite the danger and he never says he needs help until he is in deep deep trouble... or quicksand whatever comes first. Naomi is similar in that she is determined not to be seen  as a common port girl so she’ll similarly try to do things on her own without help. Like Eleteo, they come to see each other as the person to go to, that they can ask for help without feeling like a failure. 

Estoma: They tend to tie their self worth into their jobs or fancy titles. Like when Esteban doesn’t have his Chancellor duties after the feast of friendship or when he is redeemed. It’s like another late life crisis as he doesn’t know what to do with himself or *who he is*? (Dun dun dun!) Doña has to remind him that now he has a chance to distance himself from the job after the pain he went through getting it, and some of the more unsavory things Shuriki made him do, and do things he enjoys. Doña just throws herself into her store and getting more more money and Esteban has to tell her that the world won’t collapse that if she doesn’t get all the money leading to their ridiculous fights, “I can’t believe you’re making me do this. I get the best profits during Navidad!” “I so appreciate your sacrifice but you’re going to spend Navidad with my family and you are going to like it!”

Who has to give the last kiss? 

Eleteo: Elena does. She is such an affectionate person and Mateo is just so cute that even when he has to go abd she has to attend her duties, she tends to put them off as long as possible, trying to get as many kisses as she can.

Gababel: Isabel because whenever Gabe goes off to battle, there is that little fear that this might be the last time she'll ever see him and it just makes the moment more poignant and intense. She wants every last kiss in case she'll never get another.

Estenaomi: Esteban, he is such a dramatic boi and he keeps going for another grand dip or a spontaneous kiss even when Naomi is doing something as mundane as going ashore for a few minutes for resupply. 

Estoma: Once more, Esteban does. He says he can't help it when he's overcome by such beauty. Honestly, it sounds like an even more dramatic interpretation of Zorro. Not that he complains.

Embarrassing moment trying to impress each other?

Gababel: Gabe tried so hard to learn scientific terms for Isabel but sometimes messed up the pronunciation. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Fy_NYCtSgw Isabel tried the same with showing off olaball skills he had tried to teach her but Gabe doesn't laugh because he remembers how badly he started out and the embarrassment that came with it. 

Estenaomi: Esteban tries to show off his beatboxing skills. Unfortunately, he had been so nervous trying to impress her, he drank to calm his nerves and then https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVshjnQ-du4Naomi would have probably done some fashion disaster dress full of ruffles and all the sequins. Estoma: Once again, Dona tries to sing to impress and well . . .https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qvsddNThHsSame with Esteban trying to prove his manly adventurousness in his older age https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OD6dAon-rTg

Who kills the spider? 

Eleteo: They're both more the catch and release type though I don't doubt that Elena may have killed some in a mood swing scepter blast. 

Gababel:Gabe kills them though Isabel keeps telling him not to because they're a vital part of the environmental ecosystem etc. etc.

Estenaomi: Naomi does since Esteban has a spider phobia. Sometimes she'll shove it in his face very quickly and he'll fall over in gis chair. Most of the time it's a fake toy spider when she does that. 

Estoma: Again, Dona because Esteban still fears spiders. Plus Dona's handled alligators, this is nothing. 

Whose more likely to talk themselves out of a speeding ticket? 

Eleteo: Elena. Mateo would be too flustered and shocked at himself that he drove over the speed limit and he'd apologize immediately. Elena's a fast talker that can get most people to see her side and drive off.

Gababel: Gabe I thik. It usually doesn't work though. He either tries to flatter or try to bond with the fellow colleague in uniform.

Estenaomi: Esteban. It also doesn't work even though he unleashes his full charm. Naomi does too and it actually works and Esteban is forever amazed. Estoma: Dona. From Esteban there is a lot of blustering "Do you know who I am?" Dona is better at playing people and being persuasive with arguments. If that doesn't work, maybe some discreet bribery. 

Who takes the longest getting ready?

Eleteo: Elena, mainly because she has to look her best at all moments as queen plus all the servants and Esteban start fussing over her outfit and hair and million other things. Gababel: Isabel because Gabe NEVER CHANGES HIS FREAKING UNIFORM! Estenaomi: Esteban does. Mr. Hair gel and moisturizer needs at least an hour to prepare himself. Longer if it's a formal event. 

Estoma: Actually, pretty equal.Though sometimes they'd be petty if they feel one is wasting their time, they'll take longer.  

Who nose boops the other? 

Eleteo: Elena does, she is affectionate like that and makes Mateo a blushy mess. 

Gababel: Same as above. Isabel does it more often and gets Gabe so flustered as she draws him in by leaning him forward for a kiss and gets a nose boop instead with a smart remark or compliment. 

Estenaomi: I feel like it is even. Esteban can sometimes do it condescendingly like when he's teaching Naomi to dance but Naomi dishes it right back at him when she's teasing. Estoma: Dona, usually in the middle of Esteban speaking. She says it's an automatic "Shut up" button which he doesn't appreciate. 

Do they have bubble baths? Eleteo: Yes. Mateo is a wizard after all so it's not like they'll even have to plan, he just casts a spell and there is a tub of suds. Elena particularly loves it when they have rose petals and candles to add to the mood. They could spend hours in the tub together sometimes with Elena starting a water fight. Gababel: Yes, originally as part of Isabel's aromatherapy projects to see if different spells/soaps combinations can help relaxation. Ironically, she gets so stressed by it that Gabe insists on taking over one night to give her a relaxing bubble bath, free of science but filled with science till she's blissed out.

Estenaomi: Not really since they're on a ship, a creaky one at that so you never know if it's going to be freezing. However, on those islands, sometimes they do come across natural steam baths and take full advantage of them to enjoy each other's company. 

Estoma: Very rarely since they're busy most of the time. But they do on vacation when they have all the time in the world.

Park hcs

Eleteo: they are total kids at the park, rolling down hills being their favorite, going on the swing and cuddling in the gazebo.

Gababel: Gabe and Isa go to the park usually when Isabel needs to collect flower and leaf samples but they also enjoy the crisp air and temperatures and enjoy each other’s company. And in Isabel’s case, read on the bench as well. 

Estenaomi: They love the park. Mainly trying to outdo each other on who can swing the highest or spin faster on the wheel and such. Once they tire themselves out, they sit on the swings and talk.  Estoma: After Dona told him that her village didn’t have a jungle gym, etc. Esteban took Dona on a park date and goad her to go on the swings and such. 

Who overpacks?

Eleteo: I feel like Mateo would. Not overpacking with clothes but additional spellbooks for “light” reading whenever Elena is at her political meetings even though he ends up not reading half of them because he’s spending time with Elena. 

Gababel: Isabel does as in line with her overthinking nature, she packs everything they could possibly need in an emergency by sea or land. Gabe tells her not to worry because he’ll take care of any emergency.

Estenaomi: Esteban does because he cannot possibly go to Paraiso without his black linen suit or his matching red bolero jacket or his Flores family heirloom dagger or his hairdryer or well there’s more but you get the idea. 

Estoma: Again, it would be Esteban. But I feel like Dona would overpack in the return trip after all her shopping.

Preferred form of affection?

Eleteo:Elena loves any and all forms, she adores physical touch but her favorite would probably have to be kissing. Mateo on the other hand is such a cuddler and likes being in the spoon position, it’s so warm and cozy.  Gababel: Gabe is a hugger, he loves giving bear hugs to Isabel and feel her body wrapped in his arms. Isa is the same, being wrapped in his arms is the best. 

Estenaomi: I think Naomi likes kisses best. She seems more of a staightforward affectiont ype to me. Or even quick nose kisses. Meanwhile Esteban likes holding hands. Just the feel of her always next to him and showing how they love each other.  Estoma: Esteban likes forehead touches. Subtly enough that you can do it anywhere yet speaks volumes. Dona prefers neck nuzzles. 

New Decade AU

Eleteo: Perhaps going back to the Mayan hero twins to go back to the show’s mythical roots among gods and goddesses. 

Gababel: Medieval Times. I can’t help it, Gabe makes the perfect night in shining armor and Isa would the princess or noble lady breaking society norms by being interested in the sciences. Or a World War 2 AU would work too. 

Estenaomi: Late 1800s with the age of piracy and imperialism. It would be so much fun for them with Naomi as a rebellious pirate queen and stowaway Esteban or Esteban being a morally ambiguous privateer. Or even Indiana Jones style. Some adventure where there is no end goal in mind but they end up helping a revolution, running from at least 5 angry mobs, accidentally awakening and intentionally putting down a cursed mummy, join Captain Chiloya and his crew in a madcap chase for his stolen treasure against his pirate rival and make their own pirate rivals. All while sniping and kissing each other during storm and sunshone on the beaches.

Estoma: I was going to say Victorian Downtown Abbey but the 1920s is so much more intriguing. I mean Great Gatsby parties, the foolish rich people, the decadence combined with the dangers of gangsters and prohibition. It’s erfect sort of themes for them. 

Who sings in the shower?

Eleteo: Elena undoubtedly but Mateo does too. Well he hums because singing was banned when he was child but Elena has been encouraging him to sing loud and sing proud.

Gababel: Gabe does surprisingly. Not often though but when he does, he belts it out. Isabel thinks its adorable. 

Estenaomi: Both but Esteban does more often. Though Naomi usually sings sea shanties to get those stuck in Esteban’s head all day.  Estoma: Esteban especially to the shower head. He might have practiced that booby trap dance once or twice.

Sexy Outfit?

Eleteo: Any of Elena’s outfits looks sexy to Mateo but if he had to choose, it might be the mermaid look for her. Her hair flowing around like a halo, the seashell bra, standing under a waterfall. Just wow. Elena is surprised to find herself very into when Mateo wears his royal cosort outfit with the empulettes, he really rocks them. He just looks so noble and kingly. 

Gababel: Gabe likes it when Isa wears reading glasses. A bit of the sexy nerd trope. Which was funny Isabel had been very nervous that he wouldn’t like them but she had nothing to fear. Isabel likes Gabe in his guard uniform so it is a good thing he wears it every day. She also likes it when he wears an apron. It reminds her of all the possibilities of baking and food heating up the kitchen. 

Estenaomi: Esteban has a preference for corsets though he would never admut it. But is always a slight thril when Naomi indulges him because she usually wears such comfortable, loose clothing and the corset is a different thing entirely. Naomi enjoys it when Esteban wears leather pants. It leaves nothing to the imagination and shows off all his leg muscles, and most importantly, his butt. 

Estoma: I think Esteban would still enjoy corsets. Nothing is more tantalizing than the glimpse of it underneath a low cut gown. Dona likes Esteban in a hot cowboy outfit. You know, jeans and cowhide vest and nothing else. Esteban liked to tease her a lot about her lower class standards until she showed him up with her female version. 

Who wears the other’s clothes sometimes? 

Eleteo: Elena sometimes wears Mateo’s oversized shirts on a lazy Sunday morning without shame and sometimes teases that she’ll just wear it to her meetings. She also puts on his wizard robes, they’re so warm and comfty.

Gababel: They don’t really do that since the size difference makes it ridiculous. Although Isabel has nabbed Gabe’s guard jacket and shirt once or twice  on a cold winter night. She says he has to practice his ability to withstand cold temperatures but Gabe thinks it more has to do with gazing at his pecs. 

Estenaomi: A few times Esteban has tried Naomi’s clothes on her dares much to Naomi’s personal amusement. Naomi does the saame and dresses in Esteban’s fancy suits and shirts for fun.  Estoma: Very rarely though once Esteban went out in Dona’s robes which he staunchly insisted was a Satu kimono. 

Who curses when they argue? 

Eleteo: Neither. They prefer actually talking out their porblems than yelling and screaming  in anger at each other since it’s counterproductive. Also I can’t see Mateo have a cursing bone in his body nor Elena use that language with someone she loves. 

Gababel: Again neither for the same reasons as Eleteo. 

Estenaomi Naomi. Blame the sailor’s tongue but she can start cursing up a storm. And though Esteban tries not to do it in a girl’s presence (yes Luisa drilled it into him) he would start too. 

Estoma: Again, like Estenaomi, Dona is more likely to curse before Esteban but he’d snap back too.

Favorite massage?

Eleteo: Mateo does a mean full body massage. He has a surprising amount of upper body strength from crushing potions and his fingers are nimble with all the right pressure points. Elena especially likes the attentions he gives her shoulders, as well as the more sensual romantic massages. The oils always slip and the magically heated stones are heavenly. Mateo, on the other hand, can’t say Elena is well versed in massages. She’s too enthusiastic and makes it rough. 

Gababel: Gabe is wonderful at fulll body massage but also gives a mean foot massage that Isabel always looks forward to after a long day on her feet in the lab. Gabe prefers Isabel’s lihjter back massages when she uses the tips of her fingernails and scratches his scalp. 

Estenaomi: Naomi gives a Norburg aka Swedish style massage which was a bit unnerving at first sincce Esteban is used to plush but he was surprised how relaxing it turned out to be after she pounded out any muscles he had with the deep tissue. He usually falls asleep though which is a totally different experience from the ones Esteban gives Naomi where he tries to make it the sexiest, most smoldering experience ever. It doesn;t always work but Naomi would do anything for his neck/back massage.  Estoma: Dona does the lighter medium pressure and finger tracing massages that never fail to relax Esteban after a long day. She also does a face massage which she basically just traces the features of his face and stuff. Esteban does a traditional massage but it took a while before Dona would stop squirming or jumping with surprisingly sensitive spots that Esteban swore he wasn’t doing on purpose. 

Happy dances as demonstrated by Jane the Virgin 

Eleteo: A classic salsa especially when they start realizing they have feelings for each other. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doD2VoP7lsg

Gababel: A ittle cute thing because they’d be sweet but subtle.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2nn409ADaw

Estenaomi: I feel like they’d totally be the couple that goes all out on karoke nights. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrzEYylZ8FI

Estoma: Calm on the outside, party on the inside. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbnmoNzVlnw

[cosmicangel888]

Community of Thieves ~ 5D

The community full of thieves,

#calgary up in hate crimes over the past year 44% and how the effort, time, resources, scheming, planning plotting, the lengths that people will go through to take someone down, profit off of the innocent, by placing things in their drinks, falsifying documents, doppelgänger BS, taking your information, ideas, content, video; and however many ways, that the underground, corruption will spend time, to take, steal, trick, manipulate and theive is beyond all logical understanding -

Falsified masks, businesses, falsifying monies and who they actually belong to;

To redirect all the energy, time, resources to healing - what could they have created instead of ruining relationships, ruining abundance which is the lust devil; not healing the wounds will have the lust devil do its bidding and sacrificing, and whatever binding, spell work to bring down that thing it wants; makes no sense -

There are cycles dear ones, and none has any right to drive, take, manipulate, block, reduce options for a person not to receive or not be seen, or not to be loved; the sick and very socio-pathic things that were done to me, for me not to be me, not to express, not to continue, not to bring forth my ideas, and yet they all benefited for many years off of my light - makes no sense -

So if you choose not to be a part of their suffocating, siphoning coven, witch-sex club, or misogynist ensalvement club, you are targeted and punished for being self aligned enough to move away, and keep moving';

You will never ever receive, what you think you want ever with spell work; all that is ever received is self-imploding, negative return, debt, and owing of your soul to do what could have been done before all the destruction and suffering, loss of relationships, and health, abundance - was to go within and do the healing.

The spell work still continuing to this day, and the nerve, the blatant disrespect, dishonour that any involved; and there were many many involved in this corruption; falsifying documents, signatures, and policies or mail withheld, monies withheld that I had earned - under my name - and meant for me; and yet their life is to obsess how, why, where I am what I am doing, and then take, steal, or scheme a way for me not ever to grow, move away and grow beyond their density, hate and scheming so they can continue to leech off of you and bring more darkness, and drama to you - that is their doing -

There are groups of people that stalk the talent of the intuitives,

There are those that stalk the ones with divine missions,

There are those that use and abuse the light of the innocent, and they do not care if it is a child or a vulnerable person, and they will use any tactic mentally, emotionally, spiritually, physically whatever ritual and bidding or sacrificing to 'get' and I was the one being called 'ridiculous' - makes no sense and so illogical = that is the unnecessary damage that affects all - and has no way out but truth or utter destruction;

Truth you clear karma and lighten the load

Destruction, sacrificing, bidding, spell work, schemes for selfish gain, is always a debt - and none can pay this but those that choose it

It makes no sense -

They hate you because your are different and wise, and light

They take from you because of the same

They want you gone, because of the same

They want all that they want - dead or alive and if you should make your way beyond the brain fog and fucking spell work, you claw your way out of their hell - the enslavement of satanic cult work and masonry groups gone corrupt, you will continue to be their target until you maximize your vibration enough - so that the timelines, and their own karma will bring an end to the psychotic abuse.

None will imagine what I have been through - and so glad to be now on the other side, and how unnecessary and harmful, damaging beyond repair - and any of the past that could even ever consider that a door, an opportunity or conversation besides one held with legal representatives is insane.

None can do the abuse that was done, and think there is a chance of friendship - friends, do not do such, would ever consider such; this is on the very darkest ends of slavery, abuse, and control that even to this day, they are working in the dark pressing and projecting their wants, wills, and voodoo to have me bound to their sick hellish nightmare - why this work, and spells and corruption of messing with others lives, even though the only one knowing me was my ex; none knew me, none even spoke to me in person - yet an entire community of thieves thinks they know me better than I do and will stop at nothing to see me fail, fall, get into a car accident, and do what they can to ensure I never receive happiness or validation -

It is so very obvious - all need to go and seek help, healing, and new plans - or it will be a very bleak, backfiring path - - I wish all well and hope one day, they heal the darkness and treachery that must be within to ever ever ever do even 1 spell - let alone make it your obsessive life -

It matters not how the obsessions, unhealed, controlling aspects of what you want of another, to claim them as your own, or to bring such pain to them that thinking it would be a thing for them to run back to the abuse that drove them; all is the blatant re-route spirit will do - none have any right to keep harming, derailing the innocent - when it has been noted and shown; enough is enough and Spirit will move you. RESPECT is a thing and will not waiver when karma needs to be cleared, and ascension on the path of our entire planet - it is basic common sense and held within all laws - none would surrender into clubs of darkness, spell work, manipulation and games -

No woman would ever put up with even a day of what I went through - please all go heal. Narcistic, spell work, manipulative abuse - is far more damaging that physical - #ownyouractions, #getthehealingyouneed #healingcorruption

If you do not want people to call you for the underground work you do, then don't do it.

If you do not want to get called out for your corruption - then don't do it -

Our planet Is moving through ascension - and all corruption will be bathed - we have our rights to our planet and communities to be of safe and loving, honouring spaces, not ridden with selfishly corrupt gangs and groups that bleed into cancerous threading to even the smallest and youngest of children for unnecessary pain created by the wounding that simply adults chose to not heal -

Adults that know better - when you hide, go underground, and do things that need corrupt and manipulative stories and falsify to make yourself to be something you are not - how honourable and noble is this; corruption is corruption - heal - the violence, harm, damage is not necessary - and all know what they are doing when they choose -

Spell work is damaging

Doing rituals over grave sites, and blood spells, group sex rituals on those that have done nothing to you and had 0 permissions and none offered insight - but those abusing information, energy, and power, feel the entitlement and arrogance of false titles to take from the innocent and light workers, and yet we are the ones being bullied, and targeted as 'crazy' because we seek justice on monies stolen, occult crime, and the damages done and caused -

#calgaryCrime #calgaryCorruption #healinghumanity

God, Source, would never, my soul, my spirit, would never allow any of the past #calgary - that did such harm and that watched and did nothing - ever will never have access to me or my space or my life - all will be filtered out -

Go and heal and make right - my donations tabs are on all videos' and the lowers are waiting for resolve that has been so arrogantly delayed for years to serve everyone but the victim -

What earth are you all manifesting - the damage done to an earth angel - I hope all got what they wanted;

It is simply a story of extremism - and how and why cities and communities, and systems are seeing the most corrupt come to surface -

ITS TIME TO LET GO AND HEAL; move on to new pastures - the timelines, the energy, the vibrations of who I am, will not, never ever be a match with anyone that remains underground and schemes, scams, manipulates and places illusions - to get their way - please leave me be ;God will show all the re-route

The voice of the innocent will be heard, and there will be many that will never get harmed, and derailed like I was - ever again -

Judgment was called on such groups that nefariously work in obsession to harm, take, and bind what is not theirs to do; and my hope is that they wake up before it is too late and do the healing;

It makes no sense - the level of damage done, and they simply do not care - but want to see you out - and when and if that would occur - then what - another person, another obsession, another taking body and light, there is none that will feed the empty narcistic pit that is the wounding within each that has to be healed; spirit lives on

When you harm, damage, steal, take, block psychologically deny, warp, manipulated, deceive beyond all reason - set up illusions, and vibrationally rape and siphon someone - never ever expect that person to ever speak to you again, let alone open their door to be a friend - my goodness; do you see how utterly beyond corrupt - opportunistic and abusive this is?

Anyone that is healed, would never allow the past to return; all need to go and heal and after 1000 times of saying the same thing, and the same games being done - done, closed,

Spirit nourishes,

Spirit heals

Spirit aligns and brings manifestations -

Heal with love and compassion and see what your world will look like in only 1 week - make right, and bring balance to those you have harmed and see what occurs.

Anyone doing spell work, on any, putting things in peoples drinks and those that call themselves witches, to bring the mask and excuse of the poisoning brought to the innocent for you to have your way, and the bills paid, the Gucci bags filled, and misogyny clubs filled with dominance and arrogance against any that are not white male and black male - how will your earth that you manifest look like;

Your earth will not be my earth - Your earth will be filled with others just like you - stealing, taking, thriving off lies and scams, and cheats - the waters will be what you make of the sacredness that was a gift and you will have only you to blame -

I wish all would wake up and heal -

It has been such an unnecessary brutal and overkill of a massive proportions - get right - go within and heal.

The past is put to rest and never will doors ever open, never will ever, nor was there ever any contacts, no agreements, no partnerships - nothing was ever agreed, nor signed, and alot of illusions that many ached for me to be in, forget who I was and for them to be as ignorant to think that I don't know who I am when I am the one aligned with God, speak with God, and they are not - they are bound to the devil - which also works for God -

The lack of understanding, lack of knowing will what downfall is chosen by Source and the actions of ill intent - I will say for years and years of unfortunate harm to me; it was all unnecessary - and none will ever be called nor allowed back into my life - ever.

Damage done, ties all severed and know; I have my rights to be, explore, express all that I am and I will - none have entitlement, authority, and power over me, nor ever will they -

All chose to force their way into my lane, constantly derail my life, in every day - therefore - God will now show the way for all -

Joanna

JoannaCosmicAngel@yahoo.com

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[zikitwopointoh]

So, my family used to give me self help books for Christmas. I was like 16/17 when this “tradition” started. Yeah- thanks Aunt Carol, I’ve always wondered what the power of Now can do for me. I just wanted money…and isn’t that the best gift? Just free money. That’s also the best kind of money- like someone just saying “hey here’s some money, no you don’t have to do anything for it.” Kind of like we all become pan handlers during the Christmas season.

I met a guy onetime whose main job was being a pan handler. No, this was not a social meeting- we sadly had not matched on Tender. He told me his tricks though as if he somehow felt I would need them in the future. This oddly, was not the first time someone singled me out to tell me loads of information about questionable life choices. Do I give off some kind of scent or just have a criminal chic look about me? Anyways; he would go to a group of stores I knew, they were decently affluent and he said it didn’t matter what you put on your card board sign. That he had tested this once by just putting a smiley face on his sign. I guess he was keeping track on Excel of his daily profits and after data analytics realized this. But in all reality he told me he made about $200 a day and people would buy him food and give bottles of water and “it was great.” Like this was his life’s ambition. I suppose we should be happy he achieved his dream?

Things couldn’t have been going that great for him though as he was a client in a detox facility.

This Christmas I”d like the pain in my lumbar spine to go away. I don’t know if Santa covers this or takes my insurance- to this day my parents have not told me Santa doesn’t exist. To be fair if my dad told me he would be confirming the existence of ghosts or zombies- which leads to a question no one will answer for me. Can a ghost and a zombie come from the same person? Personally, and I know this is just my religious belief, I think so.

So I’ve decided to leave in good standing aka drop out of Wake Forest. This may be very stupid. It was ridiculously easy to get into Wake Forest. It took so little effort and they wanted me so much they gave me free money I didn’t even ask for (partial scholarship). But just because Im good at the market and can make people money does not mean I give a damn about business analytics and a regression line. So, at least I learned I hated business. It only cost 10k, but the stress induced anorexia was the best diet so far to get rid of my COVID lbs.

But I do have a plan. It’s always the same backup plan I have had my entire life. It’s just a little sharper in focus because I’ve moved it from an abstract plan C (plan B was to ride the rails as a hobo) to a solid Plan B. I’ll be applying to Northwestern University for my MFA in Creative Writing. So I thought, well who are the most famous authors I know? For recommendation letters of course and I happen to know a former poet laureate. One who told me they’d never forget my name. One who has a poem that inspired one of my top five poems. So, I went to google her to find her contact info1 and she teaches at Northwestern..:so I don’t think Northwestern would be AS impressed if one of their employees wrote me a letter of recommendation….

I went over a collection of poetry I wrote today, the ones I used to gain entry into my first creative writing graduate program and my mother who is an artist understood exactly what I meant when I told her that the writing surprised me. I was such a young writer. My pieces were solid and I’m still proud of them, but I was just a baby when I wrote them. I’m sure I’ll say the same in 10 years about things I write today. Our artwork is a diary of our lives. I looked at those poems today with older and much less critical eyes. Kinder eyes realizing I was just starting to hone my craft and I was trying hard. So many bad things happened in my 20s that my writing became very dark, after all what is life if not the backdrop of your art? I’m happy to say I see my old voice coming through again. The voice that made people laugh and think. The sardonic, sarcastic asshole that I apparently have healed enough finally to become again. So in the diary of my life- I’m recovering from the trauma of my 20s.

I hope they would all be proud of me.

[madchild-dennis]

Remember this:

I went somewhere I normally would & guess what. I was basically cornered into a situation where I was ridiculed & TOLD:

"A cyaa GOD a di devil!!! God nah mek you into NO..."

Here's the thing. You see Jamaicans are FRIGHTENED. Especially the general masses. Give them something shiny & they might forget their problems. But they are human who don't do well with change or anything new. While some of you on the internet are NOW ready to take me seriously cause you may understand or witness what is so CLEARLY obvious. However, they have never seen it happen before and may not have imagination, I get it. I understand the responses I get.

You know what else? If I responded in a kinder softer way. THEY WOULD NOT take me seriously. IN FACT. The same Jamaicans who might want to comment on HOW I responded & it seem emotionally driven. When if I was kinder, softer or ignored in ALL my responses:

They'd keep going on with their foolishness, fuckery, laughter & drilling commentary about my life.

When God finally puts me in the position you will hear: "Mi nuh wah nuh weak Qeen fi run wi country. Look how she mek dem run ar ova when shi did right all along. if shi weak den, how shi ago can deal wid the crawsies guvament. Shi jus as uzles as the Farrin Kng & Qeen wi did hav. Might as well wi tek dem bak cah dem flashy aan rich..."

Translation: "We do NOT want a weak Queen to run our country. See how she let them trample her about everything when she KNEW she was right. If she responded and dealt with them so weakly, how will she manage against a the terrible government we have already. She is going to be just as useless as the foreign King & Queen we had before. It may just be better we take them back. At least they are brightly dressed and rich."

YES!!! That is why God also tell me to be angry AND SHOW IT. When it's time to be. DO NOT back down or to stand firm. THERES A TIME & PLACE FOR EVERYTHING.

Or like this morning. I was LOUDLY defending my life. No matter the comments like:

"Get ready for you RADAM!!!"

That statement is actually funny because it comes from a new popular phrase that should become a proverb of Jamaica:

"wah sweet yuh gweaa suwa yuh rasss. RADAM!"

The thing about this is, She said it while she and others are laughing.

Reality: NOTHING about this is sweet to me. In fact I could even say the promises themselves aren't sweet well NOT ALL OF it appeals to me & make me excited. Yes, I'd FINALLY have a home, can go where I want or go on a vacation or MORE. But ONLY when God says so. He can give me ALL that & EASILY TAKE IT AL AWAY. But He won't because He knows I'm fully aware of that, respect that & don't want to go ahead of GOD. So it's not all raves, private jet & money.

In fact, the things I have planned for my businesses aren't EASY. They are not simple companies that have 1 solution. I planned so many things to solve so many issues or create the visions I have planned. That is 12 businesses planned. Well 10 are for profit businesses and 1 is a fully Non-profit. Then 1 that's part non-profit & part for profit. All to ultimately to benefit Jamaica & it's citizens on a whole. D you know HOW MUHC work that is.

Then to be QUEEN. EXACTLY.

It's a WHOLE service ROLE for people who may like me one day then the next hate me. PLUS it wouldn't be a figure head role. It would be WORK. Figure head Royals are outdated & have to find a NEW way to stay relevant. THAT IS NOT MY LIFE.

So NOTHING about my life NOW sweets me & the plans God have for me isn't fun & games or sweet.

So, where's the RADAM? It's guaranteed based on this NEW Proverb...

And you're laughing but I'm not. This is entertainment & funny to you but THIS IS MY LIFE & I'm frustrated but trying my best to be obedient.

...So wait who will receive it?

[skaldish]

I'll level with y'all on this—I've been focusing on my store a lot because I'm trying to find an additional source of income in the face of disability.

To the shock of no one, I'm a web designer by trade. My background lies in writing and art. It's not lost on me how much I can do with my skillset...but there's also not a lot I can do outside of it.

A few years ago, I started developing chronic soft tissue damage in my dominant hand due to daily computer-work for my job. This, combined with my rapidly-declining mental health due to the pandemic, forced me to move from full-time to contract with my current employer so I wouldn't completely destroy my body or my mind.

I'm blessed that I live in a state that with quality state health insurance. My living expenses are extremely low and I don't need to make a whole lot to squeak by.

However, I now live with a permanent physical limitation, which limits what I can do on a day-to-day basis. Because of this, I've started to look into setting up long-term investments. This includes literal economic investments like stocks and bonds, but also in projects that will sort of just...semi-run themselves after I put in the work needed to get them going.

Given my skillset, e-commerce is perfect for this.

Let me tell you all a little secret. Setting upon an online store and selling things is stupidly, ridiculously easy. It's even more ludicrously easy when you know how to use what I call "rich people tools"—the kind of online marketing solutions wholeass companies use to advertise and grow.

These tools run like a well-oiled machine. Everything about them is about minimizing effort while maximizing profit. Most so-called "social media," like twitter, facebook, and pinterest? They all integrate with these tools seamlessly, because the true purpose of these websites is to be marketing platforms for business owners, so they can deliver their ads directly to people's eyeballs in environments where their guards are down.

It's actually pretty fucking disgusting.

(I've always hated advertisements and the culture that surrounded them. It's why I don't try to push products too heavily here even though I know I can queue up a million reblogs for them. Knowing what I know now just makes me hate it all even more.)

But anyway, for the last month or so, I've been thrown into an ethical dilemma. I don't want to, and never wanted to, monetize Skald's Keep. Its purpose is to be a free website that competes against the monetization and commercialization of Heathenry.

But it's also supposed to be a trustworthy website. By having a store that clearly sells a plethora of direct-to-consumer products, it looks like I have ulterior motivations, and that's not what I'd call trustworthy.

And yet, I need a livelihood, and e-commerce is the strongest play I've got.

Fortunately, I think I figured out my own problem just by hashing things out here—I need to start my own business separate from Skald's Keep. An entirely different website altogether that's clearly just a store, one I can market to hell and back with the disgusting tools capitalism built for itself without sacrificing my intentions for Skald's Keep.

As for the current Skald's Keep store? I think it would be a BALLER idea to turn it into a hub for indie pagan publications—a place to feature all the devotionals, guides, and workbooks I see so many people here make but don't have one place to put 'em.

It would be stupidly easy too. The product entries can link off to whatever platform you're hosting your book on; lulu, amazon, etc. All you'll have to do is give me the link to your book, the image of the book cover, and the paragraph description, and I'll plug it all in. That way, I can showcase the work of the community without necessarily needing to "recommend" it for educational reasons. You'd basically just take advantage of my high-ranking results on google.

It will also create a library where people can easily find non-Folkish stuff, which takes money away from them and puts it in the hands of the average pagan.

Yes, I think this is the plan y'all. We will have our cake and eat it too.

Thanks for being such a great audience and for putting up with my hair-brained shenanigans as I was working through this. <3

[autismvampyre]

Would they wear a mask? Descendants Edition

A/N: I got this idea on a whim so here's a guide to which descendants characters i think would wear a mask, btw this was written before the vaccine was finished so it's a little outdated

Mal Bertha

She hates masks

Despite hating the rules and feeling ridiculous with a mask on, she'd wear one if absolutely needed

I honestly think she just wouldn't leave the house to avoid having to wear one

Might go out without one but she'd always stay away from people and wouldn't go to stores

She hates wearing a mask and complains 24/7 but as long as she still wears it Ben puts up with it

Ben Florian

Ben's the best king ever and always wears his mask

He won't bitch about it and influences everyone else around him to wear one as well

No one is allowed anywhere near his castle without a mask

He makes posters about wearing masks for the safety of others but they're not condescending like his dad's propaganda posters and they actually help

Our king will do anything for the safety of the kingdom, no matter how pissed the Karens(Queen Leah) get

Carlos De Vil

Carlos wears his fucking mask everywhere

Like do not come near him if you're not in a full hazmat suit

You can't tell me this boy wouldn't do anything to stay safe in a global pandemic

Like yes, he's messy and has probably eaten dirt before but he'll do anything to help others

Would definitely get paranoid that Dude will get it so he got him a little dog mask

Jay will laugh his ass off at him obviously

And I guess since dude is technically a character I ought to mention that he will not appreciate it

How is he supposed to sniff and dig with a huge piece a cloth on his face

Dude is an anti masker for sure

Evie Grimhilde

She a fashion designer, so she loves masks

Of course it's unfortunate that no one can see how perfect her lipstick is but she takes solace in the fact that her mask is gorgeous

She's made so many masks for herself that she's genuinely lost count

Would definitely start a fashionable mask collection and have her own line of apple scented hand sanitizer

Evie would definitely volunteer for charities during quarantine times and donates part of her profits

Jay

Anti masker

Okay no not really

But god he hates masks so much

He tries to justify it to people by saying "it's just the flu" but ultimately fails

Jay is incredibly bored during quarantine and hates every second so he's pulling a lot of pranks to fight off boredom

Ben hates it cause "OMG JAY NOT THE STATUES"

He's just a little shit, but he will wear a mask if he has to but prepare to hear him whining about it the whole time

He'll tear it off the moment he gets outside though

Audrey

I'm conflicted about this one

Because we know she's classist and entitled but I'm not sure how she'd react to the mask mandates

I feel like she'd make a video like the one Vanessa Hudgens did

"Like, yeah... people are gonna die.."

She'll wear her mask in public to avoid backlash but she'd probably go to a quarantine party

But as the pandemic progresses she's definitely gonna mature and take it more seriously

Chad Charming

Bro he's such an anti masker it physically hurts

He hosts quarantine parties and fucking refuses to wear a mask

He will bitch about how opressed he is for not being allowed to go into whole foods without a mask

Probably a coronavirus truther too

Jane

Wears a fucking hazmat suit to the grocery store

Have you seen how scared she is of literally everything?? She's not taking any chances

Obsessively washes her hands

Will use magic to make Chad put on a mask

Her mom, for once, actually approves of this use of magic because she doesn't want an outbreak at her school

She will force you to wear a mask, if you refuse she'll give you a death stare

Queen Leah

Has never, will never wear a mask

So fucking entitled it hurts

Everyone hates being around her cause she believes everything she reads

"Audrey, you do know that the masks have microchip trackers in them?" "Grammy, you have to get off Facebook"

A customer service workers worst nightmare

Just the absolute worst