#kaid by azzy

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12.28.23 Thursday

7:09 am

Riding a bus going HOME with Jocelyn...

8:15 am

I'm in the house...

8:41 am

I'm home now in the house... I hope my baby will be ohkay....I can't really accept if John will die coz it is too early, not yet the right time. I thought will be a dinosaur together with some good people on me...

Uncle DD is now here, he brought some food for here such as meat and fish... I wonder if he is doing the ritual or George Eusebio's group...

Or is it Uncle Jun or my fucking missing old friends??? Having the power to kill and make someone alive or revive???

9:02 am

I want angels to hear me that please and I'm begging extend our lives here and my baby-John...

Hmm...Whew! So, I passed our "tax assessment" on 80% that's why, I don't have to attend tomorrow as well as Jocelyn and Lu coz we passed our "tax assesement".

It wasn't easy... But thank God I was able to get the 80% of it... It wasn't easy... You have to really understand and read and analyze.

Happy New Year Guys! See yah on January 2!

The rest of some people will go back to office tomorrow to do a retake on the "tax assessment".

On our English refresher I got 77% a half of the total items... It was about "subject verb agreement" it is not like my "English conversation course" that I got from "Speech and Power".

Well, English it is about reviewing it and using it... A key to success... Refresh your mind every now and then.

I'm also done on the 7 modules trainings... It wasn't easy to do a multi-task then listening to Sho our facilitator in my class...

Happy New Year Guys!!! See yah on January 2!

I'm with Azzy,after class today they went to rotonda to eat "pares" with Ely and Ferdie and Kaide and Randall and eteceteraz...

Ferdie invited me to eat with them but I declined coz I don't have extra money for now... I told Ely while we were in the bathroom that I need to thrift coz I need to buy my son-dog his medicine. John is having diarrhea...

JM and Nars at the back, Azzy beside me. Azzy has 21 cats mixed of foreign and local breed. Azzy is a smoker so, awhile ago we went to the smoking area at the back of the building. I was shocked coz the back of the building which was the smoking area was the back and side of EXL company....You can actually see the EXL company when you hang out at the back of Conduent smoking area... You need to pass through the parking lot.

Kaide at the back the one on peace sign, he is a cos player...

Happy New Year Guys! Hannah and Travis.

8:54 pm

I can rest now, thank God! No class for today in Conduent.... But still taking good care of my baby John... Whew! Every new year John is being sick and that is somehow weird for me but I'm always thankful to the angels of death and life that we always survived the challenge. But it is really traumatizing in my part coz I'm worrying so much...

I'm still thinking of money and savings and still wanna buy Starbucks everyday and some vanity hopefully it will come true by next year.. Hopefully!!!

I wish to have an extension of life for me and to the good people. I wanna gain genuine friends even for a quick moment coz "FRIENDS COME AND GO" ...

We always wanted to stay with our friends but life is a flowing river meaning sometimes you and your friends need to go on separate ways coz of schedule or time but it doesn't mean it can never work out... It is how you value the friendship that you had have with new friends along the way... It is called "positivity"!!!

9:09 pm

For the the heartbroken and for the pain and for the bad things that we had...

[moonssugar]

🔎 bet you weren't expecting me to say kaid (also chelsie)

KAID

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE because Kaid is my favorite boy lets goooooo!

When you think about Kaid you have to imagine golden. And also soft. Kaid is about your average sized coyote, he looks bigger next to Sam than he does other people but in reality he's not that large at all! Just small enough for Sam to carry with a little effort but also big enough to drag Sam out of bed. Most of Kaid has sandy gold or tan and rust colored reddish brown fur, his markings are from medium to dark brown and cream white along his back and except for the base and tip of his tail which are darker brown and then coal black. His ears are big ol' reddish brown isosceles triangles and they have soft, white lining inner lining. He's not the least bit straggly, in fact he likes being just a little fluffy and somewhat chonky looking all the time even though the climate would say otherwise. He has a round black nose and short pale whiskers. Kaid also has a cream chest and a cream colored soft underbelly. His face is less narrow than most coyotes, still kind of narrow but also friendly and inviting (friend shaped); he has round-ish eyes that become narrower at the sides. They almost close when he smiles and when he smiles he lolls out his tongue. He has long legs but his fluffiness makes them look shorter, his paws are the right size to fit in Sam's hands and have black nails.

Photo reference! His fur is close to this level of being varied but where this coyote has more dark/black undertones imagine rich golden and tan undertones instead with fewer dark brown hairs. The rust brown on the forelegs and hind legs is a really accurate color though and so is the tip of this boy's tail although Kaid's is more full.

But so is the color in this coyote (the gold and tan coloring, left) is really true to Kaid also! The only difference is that Kaid's gold fur is a shade or two darker. He also completely lacks grey fur.

Lastly, Kaid is mostly shaped like this boy right here (right)! Chonk, somft, round. Its so Sam can use him as a pillow, other times he's less fluffy and more slender.

Fun fact! Kaid has the exact same eye color as Sam, they're both dark brown, I remember describing it somewhere as taking in and consuming light. Second fun fact! There's a mark on his back that is mostly white and brown that makes a crescent moon shape around his shoulders that points forward.

CHELSIE

Alright so my girl Chelsie! I think her appearance is so cool, honestly. Chelsie is South Asian, her mom is white, her dad is Indian and she is transfem. She has dark brown chin length loose hair, slightly wavy, not completely straight and the ends always have some sort of highlights because it pisses her mom off and she loves it (go her!). For the current times, they're dyed lilac purple. She has a light brown/warm beige complexion, sometimes she tans and sometimes she ends up with sunburn if she's not careful, it's a toss up. She has moles instead of freckles, not that many of them, just dotting her face, ears, arms and shoulders. Her face is more narrow, she has an aquiline nose, light brown eyes and small little moles beneath them. Chelse is on the skinnier side, she has sort of lanky limbs. Chelsie is taller than Sam and she will never let him forget it, he's her elbow rest first and friend second (kidding but she does love to lean on him a lot because he's softer than the wall).

This isn't physical but she radiates Fun and Adventurous energy with her appearance.

Chells likes to experiment with her appearance a lot, its really her finding a balance between things that feel nice to wear and make her feel happy but also clothes that express her interests. She wears graphic tees all the time, a lot of them are thrifted or handed down from friends. She tends to dabble in a lot of chaotic fashion choices making her pretty hard to pin down but these mostly include: merchandise, shirts with slogans that don't make sense and have mildly threatening auras (she might have a shirt that says 'bepis' on it too) jorts, pleated skirts, patches on jean vests and jackets, the occasional pony bead bracelet, ankle bracelets, thrasher sweatshirts and oversized hoodies. Accessories she likes to wear often are little UFO and mothman earrings, the two gold bangle bracelets her paternal grandmother gave her (both different colors but I haven't decided which) and her pink feather boa necklace she wears around the house whenever she's feeling bad. It helps cheer her up!

I don't have official faceclaims for my characters because its incredibly hard to find people that look like them so while I don't have a face claim for Chelsie or the others I do have approximations! This woman's face reminds me a lot of Chelsie's, mostly her nose and smile. And the radiance is accurate to to be honest LOOK AT THIS GAZE UPON IT

She's listening to Lifetime Achievement Award here for sure lmao

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+/- by @azzy-moon-stars

Sam and Kaid’s lively adventures in a strange new world!! More @ 6pm [ ao3 ]

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[modernwizard]

Run away, Clare! Run away! He wants to turn you into a doll!

He laughed, and, before they came to the door of the house, drew her aside and kissed her. "There's more enchantment in these two lips of yours and in these two dear grey eyes than in all the books of Azzimari..."

"Ah, no," she said. "There's no enchantment in me, except what you've planted. Perhaps that's it: you captured me that night and you've kept me in a cage ever since because you wanted someone to practise spells on. Is that it?"

"Do you mind if it is?"

"No," she confessed, smiling up at him and speaking with a most innocent simplicity. "I like being your captive."

They laughed silently at each other as he held her a little way off to look into her eyes.

"Who is Azzi--? The name you said just now?" she asked.

"Azzimari. That was the name of the Berber Kaid who bought my ancestor, Captain Trethewy, from the Sallee Rovers. He was a practitioner of the art of magic, which seeks to know the other side of nature. It seems their doctors had studied these matters, there in the Southern Atlas Mountains, before the Koran came among them. The captain translated some of Azzimari's books and brought them back with him."

"And you've learnt magic from them?"

He nodded solemnly. "From them and from experience."

She bent her head and stroked his arms. "And you are Azzimari to me, and I'm a slave like the Captain. Dear Captain! I'm glad he brought Azzimari's magic home for you. I wonder if he loved his master as I love mine?"

"Perhaps. But he fled from him at last. And you too will want to be free."

She pressed close to him, winding his arms about her. "No, no. I am free, like this. You must be a stern master, and if I try to break the spell, you must double it and treble it, chain me down in the deepest dungeon in your castle, imprison me in the hollow of an oak in your enchanted wood. You must not let me go!"

"Ah, no," he said with wondering tenderness. "Dungeons I have and hollow oaks, but not for you. One ancient ceremony of bondage is enough. If you want to be my slave, I'll perform it: the same that Azzimari performed upon the Captain. Shall I?"

"Yes, yes," she said in a scarcely audible voice, pressing her head against his coat.

He laughed. "Not now. It must be in the propitious conjunction of the planets. Time and place must adhere. I will do it when you come to see the puppets."

This is the point in one of my favorite novellas where everything kind of goes off the rails in the best way possible.

Up until then, it’s been a cozy little story of Clare, a bored, stifled, and restless 19-year-old, on the edge of graduating from Paston Hall, a dull little residential school somewhere in England in the 1950s. Studying with the mom and son of the local gentry, she crams on the subjects she needs to learn so that she can sit for a scholarship at Oxford.

And yeah, she’s got a crush on Niall, who’s in his late twenties, and yeah, he says with an absolute deadpan that his ancestor learned magic and the secrets of making immortal bonzai, and yeah, he makes uncannily realistic likenesses of young women, some of whom have died.

But maybe the two of them are just bored out of their skulls and doing some sort of elaborate role play because it’s much more exciting than anything else going on in Paston.

But then Niall goes away for a few days, and, when he comes back, this happens. Clare says to herself that she’s in love with him, and, for the first time, they speak explicitly about their role play, the expectations, and where they want it to go. Magic, ownership, submission, imprisonment, punishment, and love, all previously subtextual or implied, become apparent and textual.

And so does the danger. The tone changes here, and they speak with serious depth. On her end, Clare abases herself before Niall with as much abjection as possible, trying to give herself entirely to him. On his end, Niall finally tells her the ominous consequences of the powers about which he has been making merry. Eventually she will tire of Niall-possession and Niall-mastery and search for self-possession and self-mastery.

Of course, at this point, I’m screaming, “Run away, Clare! Run the fuck away! He wants to turn you into a doll! Definitely in a figurative sense and possibly in a literal sense as well! Furthermore, this guy is the veritable quintessence of the Creepy Dom, and he’s telling you in his own words that you’re gonna regret it. Pay attention to all the fairy tales about deals with the Devil and bargains with the fairies and promises made to sneaky magicians, and don’t do it!”

And of course Clare’s not listening to me because story characters never do. They really should, but then there’d be no plot.

But what happens? Does Clare go through with this bullshit? [Spoiler alert: Yes.] Does she become Niall’s doll? [Yes.]

Does she save her own damn self in the most satisfyingly dramatic possible that one can break off such soul-sucking dysfunction without an impassioned monologue of self-righteous fury to the Creepy Dom in question? [Yes.]

Do you like stories of psychological depth and subtle horror that balance perfectly between realistic and supernatural explanations?

Do you just love it when the young, previously innocent, now more experienced heroine discovers inner strength, wises up, and kicks the older, psychologically manipulative, antagonistic dude’s ass?

Then read The Doll Maker by Sarban. By taking the naive Clare’s quest for self-determination absolutely seriously, the author imparts to the age-old trope a sensitivity and depth of character development rarely seen in such tales. That, plus the treatment of dolls, the kinky overtones, the possibility of either a realistic or a supernatural interpretation, and the clear, fluid prose, keeps me coming back to this sadly unknown gem.