(co-written with @schemmentis): Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15. Part 16. Part 17. Part 18. Part 19. Part 20. Part 21. Part 22.
Summary: Life goes on, but that doesn't stop you from missing home.
WC: 2065
That night, you and your wife end up having a stay in date night once your papers are all in order. You’re laying on the couch, cuddled up together when the girls come in. Lena is behind them. Your girls come up and hug you both, planting kisses on your cheeks. Your girls’ friend comes up next and also hugs you- she’s always such a treat to have around.
“Hi hun,” you say softly as you sit up just slightly. “You’re spending the night?”
Lena looks hesitant. “May I? My... my parents are still fighting over everything with the divorce, and I really don’t want to ruin a good night.”
“That’s just fine, sweetheart,” Melissa pipes up, somewhat groggily. She was asleep in your lap up until the front door opened. “You know we always have room for you.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Vinci,” Lena smiles softly.
“How many times do I have to tell you that when we’re not at school, you can call me Raphaela?”
“You know where we are if you need us, honey,” you tell her, although you’re well aware she knows. There have been a handful of times in the last few months where Lena has come down the steps for a glass of water, only to find you and your wife still laying on the couch. Almost every time, the two of you end up comforting her over whatever is going on in her head at that moment keeping her with the waking world.
You watch the three girls disappear up stairs. Once they’re out of sight, your wife is settling back into your lap once more. You sigh as you return to your prior more comfortable position and wrap your arms around her again. You really weren’t ready to bring yourself to get up from the couch, anyway.
“When we had the twins you didn’t tell me we were also signing up for any number of other girls running around.” You murmur as you press your lips to Melissa’s temple.
She scoffs. “I don’t think either of us were thinkin’ that far ahead. At least they chose good ones to hang around with.”
“We’re not counting Carla, right?”
“God, no.” Melissa swiftly answers through a laugh. “She’s as spoiled-ly entitled as her Ma is. Noses permanently in the air.”
There’s a long lull between you. Just the sound of the television playing one of your wife’s shows. You never know what’s going on in them. Other than a lot of fighting that sees her cheering for who she likes the same way she does at sports games. You smile as you remember the first outing you’d taken as a family once you’d moved. It had killed Melissa to wear anything not Philadelphia but she had. At home, she still cheers on your real home team though she’s grown to tolerate New York teams too, albeit reluctantly so.
Tonight, she isn’t paying attention to the show either. You’re both in your own bubble, wrapped up together on your couch. After a long silence where you’re beginning to stop fighting your eyes that are trying to close, her voice meets your ears softly. “Amore?”
“Hm?” You hum your acknowledgement of the call for you, a hand tiredly raising to brush through red locks.
Her arms tighten around you as she heaves a sigh. It doesn’t sound like she’s annoyed but neither does it sound like the one you know she makes in contentment. “I know it will sound silly but… I’m feeling homesick.”
You shake your head slightly. “Not silly at all, my love. Not silly at all.” You quietly assure, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“I have you and our beautiful girls here. Even if they sass me a little too much and get on my nerves a little more the older they get.” Melissa whispers, as if the girls are listening. They could be. They did like to eavesdrop from the stairs from time to time. Though with Lena here and your house quiet and content, you doubt it. Those eavesdropping urges usually happened whenever there were big things or changes going on. When you and your wife were arguing or close to Christmas or birthdays.
“You’re all here and safe and I’m so thankful.” Your wife continues in her hushed tone. “But I miss home. I miss Sunday dinners with our parents letting the girls get away with more than they should. Them buying them too many gifts for Christmas and their birthday. I miss arguing with Kristen Marie. I miss cookin’, makin’ the menus and teachin’ chefs how to make it the right way. I miss our church and Pastor Thomas’ sermons.”
You reach to lightly rub Melissa’s back as she lists things you miss just as much. It hits you in random moments. Some Sundays when you go into Church you expect to see Barbara and Gerald. Some nights when you come home and hear the gaggle of your children’s friends you expect to also see your in-laws and all your little nieces and nephews. You suppose they wouldn’t be so little anymore.
“I miss Barb.” You wrap one arm tighter around Melissa when she chokes out a sob. She presses her face to your neck, holding you tight. “I miss my Ma.” She manages to add between stuttering breaths. “I miss home, Amore.”
“I do, too.” You admit quietly, holding your wife tightly as your cheek brushes her own affectionately. The hand rubbing her back shifts back upward to sift through her red locks. This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation. Though it is the first time it’s been your wife to break. You both knew you were doing what you had to do to keep your daughters safe and growing up normally.
You didn’t regret your decision to leave your home because it meant your little preteens were here, experiencing a normal life with gossip and petty drama and friends and everything that you and Melissa didn’t have growing up. You didn’t regret it. Still, knowing it was the right thing to do, the right choice, didn’t mend the gaping hole you couldn’t help but acknowledge in the safety of it being just you and Melissa. You did your best not to think about how everyone you left behind felt, what they’ve had to deal with in the years you’ve been away. You already can hardly hold your own grief over it all. You couldn’t juggle it with those thoughts.
You blink awake a few hours later. Melissa is still clinging to you, the television still playing. You hadn’t meant to sleep on your couch. Then again, you never did. Yet it happened fairly often in your new home. “Baby,” you murmur, your voice nearly hoarse as you try to gently wake Melissa.
You jump at a figure suddenly leaning over the couch. “Fuck sake!” You curse when you realize it's Cat.
“Sorry, Mam. I thought I heard you.” She whispers. Somehow, Melissa hasn’t woken up yet. She must have been holding in your small conversation from earlier for longer than you suspected. More emotionally drained than you realized.
“What on earth are you doin’ up?” You grumble to your eldest, carefully sitting up without letting go of your wife. You glance back to Cat at her silence to see her briefly studying Melissa before her eyes flick back to you.
“Is Mommy okay?” She asks instead of answering your question.
“Mommy is fine, sweetheart.” You assure quietly. “If she were awake she might cry hearing you call her that.” You admit, giving a small look to your oldest. You know and understand why her and her sister don’t want to call her that in front of friends but your eldest really had been more snotty toward Melissa ever since. Especially if she used the term of endearment. “But she’s fine.”
“Mam…” Cat starts. Once again she looks between both you and Melissa. “Can I tell you somethin’?” She finally whispers.
You raise an eyebrow. Gently, you settle Melissa back to the couch, ensuring the decorative pillows you keep on the couch are both cradling her head and the throw blanket is tucked over her. You had intended on getting you both to bed. It can wait a little while.
You rise from your couch, waving your eldest back into the kitchen. “What is it?” You prompt as you start making hot cocoa. A family tradition on nights like this. When something needed to be talked about. A mug of warm comfort. You make a little extra in the case Rosie or Lena wake up and come down or Melissa wakes up from the couch.
It isn’t until you're sitting at the kitchen island, looking at Cat over your mug as you sip that she sighs. Her hands twist around the mug, fingers playing with the handle mindlessly. “Promise you won’t get mad?” She asks, peeking up at you from her hands and mug.
You raise an eyebrow once again. “That depends on what you’re about to tell me, Catherine.”
She rolls her eyes at her full name being used. “It’s not that bad…” She mutters.
You wait, silent, as you look at your eldest. You don’t run through what it could be in her mind at all. You know better, especially with your oldest twin, than to try. They inherited saying things you’d never even guess from Melissa.
“Fuck it.” Cat sighs. You don’t even get to reprimand her swearing before she’s speaking again. “Lena told me, and made me and Rosie promise not to tell but it’s not right and you and Mommy wouldn’t want us to lie about it.”
“What did Lena tell you?”
“Her dad hit her mom the other day when they were fighting.” Cat finally says quietly. “She said he would have hit her too but her mom stopped him….”
“I’ll break that man’s fucking legs myself.” Melissa’s voice suddenly sounds.
You turn to see your wife sitting up on the couch, looking over the back of it to you and your eldest. She stands from the couch, moving to join you in the kitchen. You’ve made plenty yet she purposefully takes your mug to take a sip from.
You roll your eyes and fight the smile on your lips as you grab the mug that would have been hers before she stole yours.
“Mommy, you can’t!” Cat pleads as she sets her own mug down. “Lena made us promise, she’ll be so mad if she finds out I told you.”
“Honey, she can be mad. What’s happening in her house is not okay. It’s abuse,” your wife tells your daughter. “Has he ever hit her Ma before?”
Cat averts her eyes.
“Good lord,” Melissa whispers as she sips the warm, chocolate drink. “I should’ve known… her mother is always so skittish, and Lena has been here more than she’s been at her own house lately.”
“Mommy, please,” your eldest begs. “Please don’t tell.”
“Has he ever laid hands on Lena before?” you ask quietly, trying to get a better confirmation from Cat beside the obvious want not to say it. “Is that what the bruise on her arm was from- not falling off a bike like she said?”
Cat just nods silently.
“Mommy, Lena’s crying,” Rosie makes her way down the steps, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. Your younger twin falls into your lap, clearly exhausted.
With a heavy sigh, Melissa makes her way up the steps. It’s a few minutes later that the pair comes down the steps, and you gesture for Rosie to stand in order to make more hot chocolate.
“I have to report this,” your wife says softly, demure. “I’m a mandated reporter.”
“Mrs. Vinci,” Lena sniffles. “Please. No. I don’t- I don’t want to be taken from my family.”
“I’ll make sure you stay with your mother,” Melissa promises. She glances at you, and you nod. “But what’s happening with your father… I can’t watch that happen. To you, or your mother.” She wraps her arms gently around Lena, pressing a soft kiss to the fragile girl.
You keep arms around both of your little girls, propped on either of your knees and tucking their chins into your neck. You crane just slightly to kiss their own heads, thanking God that they’re okay and that they’re here with you.
Raphaela Ergibi, master of the Washing Machine Heart stand that creates ultra-strong soap bubbles and soap coating. Buonarroti’s best friend and everybody’s cool sister. She is very charismatic and kind.
Leo Guazzo, the youngest of the Mercantile gang. She is devoted to her late mother, and does anything she thinks would make her proud. Leo is humble and peaceloving, always the first to try and end any conflict that arises. Leo’s stand is named White Lies and is able of concealing objects behind an invisible veil.
The leader of the female half of the Mercantile gang, Ciela Buonarroti. Her stand, Ms. Blue Sky, is a fighter stand that gets stronger under sunlight. Everybody’s mom or older sister (except Pico and Angelico).
Asparo Vecellio, the joyful member of Mercantile, master of the stand Low Roar. Low Roar controls sound waves. He is a sweet man, but is extremely pissed off by people assuming he is a woman because of his appearance. Everybody’s sibling, in all the good and bad ways.
Francisco Angelico, the gloomy leader of the Mercantile gang and master of Blood Water, a stand that creates poison traps. Actually major dad vibes, to everybody except his friend Pico.
Bernard Niccolo, the edgy loner boy of the Mercantile. The only reason he sticks with the others is money, or so he says. In truth, he’d tear apart anybody who tries to hurt his teammates. Niccolo’s stand is Crystal Castles, able to create and grow bright red crystals.
Pico, that uncle your mom says you’ll be like if you misbehave. He is constantly calling his ex-wife asking to see the kids. She rarely, if ever, answers. His stand is Laserdisk Visions, making objects glitch. Angelico’s best friend.
Mercantile’s medic, Philippe P. Hohenheim, a gunslinger and the owner of the healing stand Heart of Glass. A sweetheart, but has a tendency of tolerating too much from his teammates, especially from Niccolo.
🖊 Astêrales is a second cycle sylvari whose pod was cut down from the Pale Tree by asura and taken into the Mists as an experiment - the experiment being if they could maintain the pod and for it to continue to grow until the sylvari was mature, even when cut from its root, and what the effects of that would be.
Her physical appearance doesn't stray much from the typical sylvari because she'd already formed in her pod when it was cut down, though she lacks any connections to the Dream, she doesn't have any memories from it nor feels any connection to other sylvari. In fact, she lacks context of what sylvari are in general, being surrounded by asura and the occasional human all the time - she often has a bit of an existential crisis over her reflection. She's technically never been out of the Mists either, typically running through fractals to generate data for the asura for further experiments.
🖊Valentine is most commonly known for his family name, they're descendants of Elonian Ambassadors that came to Kryta some generations ago and have always been influential in court, possibly even being involved in the Ministry.
Though Val has for the most part denounced all that and has made quite a name for himself too with his mercenary work and more importantly, the fact he is a decorated Champion in the Mists, with numerous tournament wins under his belt - something his parents love to parade him around for during noble parties, despite their constant criticism of him "not doing anything of use". He would later even form his own mercenary guild together with Yweyn which would come to be rather successful. They have a little HQ Office in Lion's Arch, something they argued about considering the track record of that city being destroyed but hey, it was cheap.
🖊 Raphaela was thought to be a sign or a gift from the goddess Lyssa due the nature of her appearance - she was inexplicably left as a babe at the steps of a Lyssa Temple in the middle of the day, without anyone being seen coming and going despite priests milling about the entire time. On top of that, and besides her very purple eyes, it was during the season of the Scion, which has the alignment of water, same as the element of the goddess, it was raining that day, and it was near the time for the Festival of Lyss.
Most of her life she was known as Parsa, due to the fact that it was the name stitched in her blankets when she was left at the steps of the temple, though she'd later pick the name Raphaela for herself. Ironically, Parsa means "devout" and she's certainly anything but after she was discarded by the church.
Once upon a time
there was - and there was no
theater and under it a factory
underneath the factory there were barracks
And underneath a cemetery
Underneath a church
Under it a mass grave with nameless bones in it
And under it another church
Under it a temple and under it
A hole
A source
And under this one a lake dark and deep like time
tonight we will summon the ghosts of all the missing bodies, bodies failing within neo-colonial neo-liberal masculinity - we will summon them for you.
they only show up at night in their human form. for a few hours of darkness. the ghosts of the lake are the ones who sold their bodies on colonial capitalist markets to survive. During the day you will not find them. they disappear in sweat shops and supermarkets, they’re hidden away in other people’s homes for cleaning and caring, they camouflage in prisons and in the streets or on the other side of your worlds. we know you long for their bodies, we know you desperately desire their dance… but before that can happen we have to give in to the fact that while they being your bodies for you, these bodies were damaged or destroyed, traumatised and transformed by over hundreds of years of death, darkness and disaster, but still alive.
And we dive with you into the lake, sinking deeper and deeper
And as we sink, carried by the water,
we slowly lose the sense of all that is stable, of the ground beneath our feet,
And we and all things float weightless.
And we let go of everything, whole societies around us sink and it almost feels like - standstill - as if the end of history, the end of time is here. No orientation, no up no down, no before, after, no balance and all things merge with all bodies and while this is happening all habitual ways of seeing and hearing dissolve and new ones emerge! Perspectives multiply!
Welcome to our bodies! Welcome to our bodies!
(Text by Urs Tossi)
SWAN FATE is a queer feminist appropriation of the classical ballet and block buster Swan Lake. Ursina Tossi and the ensemble EXCESSIVE SHOWING break with traditional concepts of love and fate and formulate their very own, diverse and contemporary declaration of love for dance. In SWAN FATE, the dancers play with longings, virtuosity, physicality and vulnerability, searching in the choreography and in their bodies for the traces left by Swan Lake. They also engage with the dance heritage, as well as the violent and colonial narratives and practices of ballet. To the music of the band CocoRosie, newly composed especially for the piece, not only different urban dance styles are mixed with contemporary dance. The dancers glide from one role to another. Shapeshifting between swans and humans, switching between marginalized and mainstream perspectives opens up new fantasies and imagines loving encounters between animals, humans and other beings.
Team Swan Fate:
Artistic Direction, Choreography, Concept: Ursina Tossi Music: CocoRosie Stage: Raphaela Andrade Co-Choroegraphy & Dance: Anne-Lene Nölder, Alexandra Filippidou, Chetan Yeragera, Cliff Huen Tin Yeung, David Pallant, Enting Zhang, Francesca Waehneldt, Laure Fleitz, Victor Gonzales Costume Design: Nina Divitschek & Meret Zürcher Creative Production & Communication and PÖA: STÜCKLIESEL Productions Concept: Ursina Tossi, Uta Engel, Sina Rundel Collaboration Costume: Daniela Dreisigacker Artistic Audio Description: René Reith & Ursina Tossi Lighting Design: Ricarda Köneke Performance, DGS, Access Consulting: Dodzi Dougban Video: Friederike Höppner Sign language interpreting team: Anna Warler, Susanne Fritz, Marie-Wilhelmine Schaper, Kunigunde Schindler, Nicole Ostrycharczyk, Barbara Widmann
Many thanks to Liza Lamprecht.
Team Making Kin:
Andzejus Voroneckis (dramaturg with deaf perspective), Anna Wieczorek (dramaturg, expert dance studies), Humberto Acosta Rodriguez (expert classical ballet), Monique Smith-McDowell (dramaturg, expert contemporary-, musical dance), Naomi Sanfo (expert audio description), Nona Siepmann (Assistant & Expert in Contemporary Dance and Pedagogy), René Reith (Artistic Audio Description), Su Jin Kim (Dramaturg, Expert in Classical Ballet), Susanne Tod (Access Consulting, DGS), Uta Engel (Dramaturg), Yeliz Pazar (Expert Urban Styles)
SWAN FATE is a production by Ursina Tossi & EXCESSIVE SHOWING co-produced by Kampnagel Hamburg. Funded by the Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg, Department for Culture and Media (Elbkultur Fonds), supported by the Fonds Darstellende Künste with funds from the Federal Government Commissioner for Culture and the Media, supported by the Gabriele Fink Stiftung. Many thanks to Huckepack Umzüge.
MAKIN KIN is a project by Ursina Tossi & EXCESSIVE SHOWING Supported by the Fonds Darstellende Künste with funds from the Federal Government Commissioner for Culture and the Media as part of NEUSTART KULTUR.
Link to SWAN FATE on Kampnagel:
kampnagel.de/produktionen/ursina-tossi-swan-fate
hello everyone! i am finally back with a new name list, i hope you enjoy it and find it usefull!
[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]
Female
Adalina - German derived - Noble
Adelaide - English - Noble natured
Adrianna - Latin - Person from Hadria
Aishwarya - Sanskrit - Wealth, prosperity
Alethea - Greek - Truth
Alexandria - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men
Alexandrina - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men
Alianora - Unknown - Unknown
Amaryllis - Greek - Sparkle, shine
Anastasia - Greek - Ressurection
Anastazja - Polish - Reborn
Angelina - Greek - Messenger
Angelique - Latin - Messenger of God
Annabella - Italian - Loving
Annabelle - English - Favoured grace
Annalisa - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty
Annamaria - Italian/French/German - Bitter, grace
Anneliese - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty
Antoinetta - Latin - Praiseworthy
Antoinette - French - Priceless one
Antonella - Italian - First born
Antonia - Italian - Priceless, praiseworthy, beautiful
Antonina - Spanish - Priceless, highly esteemed
Arabella - Latin - Yielding to prayer
Araceli - Latin - Altar of heaven, heavenly homemaker
Araminta - English - Prayer, protection
Arianna - Greek/Italian - Most holy
Ariella - Hebrew - Lion of God
Aubrianna - German - Elf
Augusta - Latin - Great, magnificent
Augustina - Latin - The exalted one
Avabella - Hebrew - My God is an oath
Avalina - English - Little bird
Avianna - Latin - Birdlike
Avrielle - Unknown - Unknown
Bathilda - Germanic/Norse - Battle
Benedetta - Latin/Spanish - Blessed
Benedicta - Latin - Blessed
Bernadetta - French - Brave Bear
Bernadette - French - Brave Bear
Busarakham - Thai - Yellow Sapphire
Cairistonia - Unknown - Unknown
Calliope - Greek - Beautifully voiced
Candelaria - Spanish - Candle
Carlotta - Italian - Free man
Carolina - Latin/French - Free man
Cassandra - Greek - The one who shines & excels over men
Cassiopeia - Greek - Unknown
Catalina - Spanish - Pure
Celestina - Spanish/Italian - Heavenly
Celestine - Latin - Heavenly
Charlotta - French/German - Manly
Charlotte - French - Free man
Chrysanthemum - Greek - Gold flower
Cleobella - Unknown - Unknown
Cleopatra - Greek - Glory of her father
Cordelia - Welsh - Jewel of the sea
Corinthia - Greek - Woman of Corinth
Cressida - Greek - Gold
Daniella - Latin/Hebrew - God is my judge
Dayanara - Spanish - Forceful
Debbonaire - French - Good natured
Deianira - Greek - Man destroyer
Delphina - Greek - Woman from Delphi
Demetria - Greek - Follower of Demeter
Desdemona - Greek - Misery, unlucky
Dolores - Latin - Sorrowful
Dominica - French/Latin - Lord
Dominique - French/Latin - Lord
Donatella - Italian - Gift of God
Dulcinea - Spanish - Sweetness
Ekaterina - Russian/Bulgarian - Pure
Eleanora - Greek - Sun ray
Elenora - Greek - Sun ray
Elisabet - Scandinavian - Pledged to God
Elisabetta - Italian - Pledged to God
Elizabella - Spanish - God is my oath
Elizabeth - Hebrew - My God is an oath
Elizaveta - Russian - God is my oath
Elladora - Greek - A gift sent from heaven, one who is filled with light
Emmanuella - Hebrew - God is with us
Emmeline - French/German - Work
Esmerelda - Spanish - Emerald
Esperanza - Spanish - Hope
Estefania - Spanish/Greek - Crown, garland
Eulalia - Greek - Well-spoken
Evalina - Latin - Desired
Evangelina - Latin - Gospel
Evangeline - Latin - Gospel
Evelyna - Unknown - Unknown
Fatehmeh - Arabic - Captivating, woman who abstains
Survival of Brazil's Indigenous groups hinges on urgent Covid response, human rights groups warn
Brazil needs to act urgently as Covid-19 causes devastating — and irreparable — loss in the country's Indigenous communities, according to a stark new report.
A report by two human rights organizations, The Observatory, an international group, and Justiça Global, a Brazilian group, point to the country's stretched public health infrastructure, President Jair Bolsonaro's lack of a cohesive and rigorous Covid-19 policy and other geographic and governmental challenges that threaten vulnerable communities like the Indigenous populations.
"We have been witnessing the end of Indigenous peoples, like, literally the last members of certain Indigenous communities are dying, and there are no successors," said Raphaela Lopes, a lawyer with Justiça Global.
Brazil is one of the top three countries for Covid-19 infections, after the U.S. and India, with over 11 million confirmed cases and more than 268,000 deaths as of Thursday.
Indigenous communities have been disproportionately affected by the virus; experts even warned at the beginning of the pandemic that it "will be catastrophic."
About 305 Indigenous tribes represent about 900,000 people in Brazil, according to the human rights group Survival International. Half live outside the Amazon, but Brazil also uniquely is home to a large number of Indigenous people who haven't had outside human contact.
There have been 50,000 confirmed cases of Covid-19 and over 900 deaths among Indigenous communities, according to the Articulation of Indigenous Peoples of Brazil, which tracks and advocates for the country's Indigenous movement.
Among the recommendations put forth for the government are to improve access to water for people living in precarious housing, to be more transparent about Covid-19 health information and to offer more test kits and strategies to protect vulnerable communities. Lopes said the government had not yet responded to the report.
I slowly fade away and recoil into my own mind, where stories form to save the day and bring back hope after sorrowful times. I feel the day slipping through my grasp like grains of sand through my fingers waft. I tried so hard to build a garden. I failed sometimes to see a flower through. And weeds grew up, the flowers lives shortened. I shed my tears but salty water killed the flowers too. I stayed awake begging for the sun, but it burned the survivors until my garden was done. I’ve poured out all of me and still no love returns. I toiled in the soil but only met with deathly salt rubbed into wounds of burns. A garden full of death is what haunts me now and sends me back to my castle in my thoughts where make-believe love abounds.
All the Kingdoms of the World - Good Omens Fanfic by Raphaela Crowley
This is a gift fic for @lady-wallace by Raphaela Crowley.
I think Raphaela did such a beautiful job with my request, and I hope you guys will enjoy this fanfiction. Also, Raphaela really appreciates reviews so if you feel inclined to do so, please give her your feedback. :-)
Lady-Wallace, hope you will enjoy this story. <3
All the Kingdoms of the World
This angel was not Crawley. Not quite. But it was somebody Crawley had once been. Somebody long dead.
And this – what he was seeing as if from another pair of eyes – was that angel's death.
And what actually happened is it hurt. Outside and inside, it hurt.
The first water to fall from the eyes of man followed the rain over Eden, it followed the temptation of the apple, it followed human failure, but where had the tears of angels – the tears that tormented the red-haired angel – come from?
From the rebellion. The first mistake.
The Heart of Heaven torn apart, shattered like a mirror in millions of shining pieces. Pieces which, one day, would be called shooting stars.
The red-haired angel felt every moment of it. Not just the burn, but the change in his heart, the dimming and cracking and finally the breaking of his halo.
Why? Why go on existing after something like that?
You can't – at least not in the same way.
The angel who would be Crawley couldn't.
The stars – seen through his tears – were a foothold after all. Of a sort. He looked up at them, unable to turn his head or close his eyes, holding on against the dizzying pain as he sank down into the fire.
The angel was like an amputee, but what he had lost was so, so much worse than any mere limb.
We continue to be touched and moved by the depth of sharing and Good News that is coming from the Cyber PR Music camp. Nd we are not surprised. Ariel and her team have sent us some of our favorite gems over the years. We are pleased to bring you part 3 of our 4 part series.
Please Follow the Spotify Playlist below to hear all of these amazing tracks.
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Thanks to all of the artists who shared their music AND their good news.
Mara Measor | “Love Will Find You”
Is Now An Expectant Mother During A Global Pandemic
I had a miscarriage back in February, right before the pandemic hit. Then was able to get pregnant again a few months later! We had another scare at our first ultrasound and was flagged with a higher risk of our baby having chromosomal abnormalities, but upon further tests the concerns were cleared. And I'm finally getting used to the idea of having a baby boy next year. It's been such a roller coaster, but I'm riding it. :)
John Ellis on behalf of Val Starr & The Blues Rockets | “Whether Blues (2020)”
Experienced Loss, Family Members With COVID & Made Music To Heal
Our daughter-in-law came down with Covid and is still fighting it, and our granddaughter Ariella tested positive as well, but being eight years old, she didn't really exhibit any symptoms. Lost a couple of friends to pneumonia and strokes, cancer in some other friends, car accidents wracked up a good friend, and then the election happened. Life rolls on, faith in our Higher Power keeps us sane, and had a lot of time to work on recordings this year. Val Starr, my wife and bandmate, has written a great blues song that we'd like to share with you about all of us pulling it back together again. Called "Whether Blues" , whether you're right, whether you're wrong, don't mean a thing till we get along"
Tabitha Chapman | “Celebrity Boyfriend”
Got A Publishing Deal
I am immensely grateful to God that despite the hardship, sorrows, pains and restrictions that typified the year 2020, I was able to release 3 singles, and I also got myself a publisher.
Valerie Romanoff | “Pink Skies over Still Water”
Created An Online Music Festival About Mindfulness & Meditation
Without the hustle of preparing and traveling for my live events with the Starlight Orchestra, I stayed home and developed a way to share the energy and messages in my Healing Music albums. I came up with an online show called "Groove Into Bliss: Musical Meditation & More" where my guests and I talked about the benefits of relaxing and releasing stress, the power of music to open the channels to well-being, and offered guided meditations. We spoke of tips and tools for positive thinking, manifesting the life we desire, and the many ways we can use music to boost our joy! Through the online show I made many connections and was invited to be a guest on many high-vibe broadcasts and events, and I was invited to wrote a chapter in an upcoming book titled “The Wellness Universe Guide To Complete Self-Care: 25 Tools For Happiness.”
Apostrophe Music | “Keep the Hope Alive!”
Released Home-Recorded Music During The Pandemic
I released whilst we were in the heart of the lockdown during the month of April. As India went into a historic lockdown with over 1 Billion people being asked to stay indoors, the air of anxiousness and uncertainty brought out this song called Keep The Hope Alive! The only feeling we all had at that moment in time.
I felt like it was a message that needed to get out there and once we recorded it out of my home studio (no access to studios because of the curfew lockdown situation) I posted the song on to Youtube and Facebook with a video and subsequently after that we did an official audio release in July. So this is the story about this song I released as the whole world went into lockdown.
Len Seligman
Turned The Tragedy of Losing His Mother Into Beautiful Songwriting
Like a lot of songwriters, I was moved to write a song about COVID-19. While neither my health nor economic situation suffered, the pandemic made it so that I could only visit my mother a couple of times in the last 6 months of her life, despite her living just 20 minutes away. She died in September at the age of 97.
When I looked inside to see what story I wanted to tell about the pandemic, I quickly knew that it would be about the beautiful ways people have shown up for one another. Yes, there's been enormous suffering, but it's also been extraordinary to see the tremendous upwelling of compassion that the suffering has brought out. That is what inspired this song.
Steve Andrews | “Where Does All The Plastic Go?”
Had A Successful Release That Led To Idea for Ocean Aid Concerts
My song “Where Does All The Plastic Go?” is getting included on playlists on Spotify, getting great reviews, and opening doors for me in unexpected places. This is wonderful because I'm thinking big and also came up with the idea for Ocean Aid Concerts to raise awareness of threats to the oceans. I am leading the way with songs on the subject of plastic pollution and my song could be included in any concerts that happen.
Richard Strange | “Christmas of Hope”
Used Hopeful Christmas Anthem To Fundraise for Charity
We (Musicians Together & Sweet Charity Choir) released Christmas of Hope, a single produced in aid of Help Musicians UK, last Friday December. We are donating the proceeds to Help Musicians UK, a charity that you may be aware of, specifically to their 3rd hardship fund. Some quotes from the charity's CEO, James Ainscough: “Music has been a unifying force that’s supported and entertained us all this year, more than ever before.” "But for tens of thousands of music creators across the UK the impact of lockdown and social distancing on their ability to earn, to create and to connect, has been disastrous for their finances and mental health.” "This 99-year-old charity has been in the privileged position of financially supporting over 21,000 musicians this year and we couldn’t have done it without the generous help of music lovers across the length and breadth of the country.”
Jody Whitesides | “A Perfect Man”
Created Deeper Relationships With Fans
I have been changing my approach to music this year. In doing so it increased the response I got from people on social media and via email. The most powerful thing was having a female fan tell me that the song “A Perfect Man” had brought her to tears. The reason, she could feel the love of the person singing to his counterpart and how he didn’t want to be put on a pedestal to fail the love of his life. Which is the main theme of the song. It was great to hear it hit home with a fan.
Andrea Kremer (The Aeon Wanderers) | “Don’t Say Anything”
Formed A Musical Duo via Facebook Groups
After 20 years promoting other people's music for a living, I partnered with a multi-instrumentalist/songwriter that I met in a Facebook music group, and we formed a musical duo called The Aeon Wanderers. My bandmate lives in Scotland and I live in Boston, so even before COVID-19, we were working remotely, collaborating on lyrics in a Google doc and doing videos "together" using green screens. We started by recording covers, but soon we were working on originals, and in August 2020 we released our debut album, "Fictional Histories." Being on the artist side of the equation rather than the marketing side has been eye-opening and fun!
Barbara J. | “Merry Christmas, Darling”
Has A Holiday Release Airing on World Indie Network Radio
My Christmas cover single, "Merry Christmas, Darling," has been selected to air on World Indie Network Radio's (WNIR) Holiday Spectacular Radio Special! This song, a holiday classic from The Carpenters, also serves as the pre-release to my Carpenters cover album, which I plan to release early next year.
Raphaela Gilla | “Michael’s Mantra”
Guided A Troubled Fan Through Meditation And Towards Healing
One of my fans wrote me a message that she was not feeling well and asked me if I could help her. I felt that the really needed help and gave my phone number immediately. In our conversation she told me that it was hard for her to breathe, and she felt a lot of fear. I could hear her breathing heavily.
I guided her into a meditation – I guided her to consider her breathing as an angel's feather. This opened her breath tracks to the earth and to the sky. I noticed how she slowly began to relax and began to breathe deeper. She cried out of relief, thanked me and asked me about my fee. I told her that this is a gift from me to her. It was a very touching moment.
We stayed in contact. Since then, she grows and feels better.
John Mueller | “I’m Doing Fine”
Brought Joy With His Latest Release
My fave moment of this challenging year was when a complete stranger wrote to me that they heard my new track "I'm doing fine" and how it was uplifting to them and brought some joy. I appreciated they took the time to notify me and to bring joy with my music is my ultimate goal. Getting this release out there and the entire album "You are Here" its included on during this year made a positive note for 2020.
Nia Ocean | “This Christmas”
Channeled A Christmas Song To Help Us All Shine Our Inner Light
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About two weeks ago, I saw an insta story from a dear friend of mine which literally “woke me up”! I got so inspired that the next day I had written a whole song, a Christmas song that is. The song is called “This Christmas'' and I made it really to remind us that WE make Christmas what it is.. our spirit, our love, our cheer, it’s OUR light that gives it all meaning. So even though 2020 has been a tough year, we can still choose how to end it. It’s easy to expect and allow for Christmas 2020 not be special because it will be so different due to quarantine, limited travel and lost loved ones, but this song is a ray of light in these times of darkness and difficulty, reminding us of what matters most and that we all have a light within us to shine and share with our ourselves , our dearest ones, and the world...especially this Holiday Season.
Monday through Friday He had been working this freelance job. Planning, concepting, executing. Basically, He had to wear a lot of hats for this new startup. You know how that can be, I'm sure.
He had just about finished with Friday's assignment: the arduous task of creating both aquatic animals and flying animals.
Aquatic animals were the easier of the two tasks. God used his tried and true methodology: within every genre of creature were two buckets, "gross" and "adorbz." When asked by a friend why He bothered to make gross creatures (and not just an entire planet of adorbz creatures), God replied, "Because I'm not shallow, Doug."
Dolphins, whales, otters, penguins -- all of these came easy to God. He still had some slots to fill. "I'm thinking...some kind of violent sea spaghetti." God waved his hands like a Jedi trying to tell you you were in fact looking for an entirely different set of droids, and a dozen or so sea snakes plopped into the water. God cringed. These sea snakes were gnarly, but He had really backed himself into a corner with Doug. A few minutes later He had an idea for "fish" and made a shit-ton of them of every different size and color -- but He still wasn't that thrilled. "Whatever" God said. He had shit to do this weekend so He needed to hurry up.
God was really struggling with the platypus. "What the...fuck are you?" He asked the idea of a platypus. "I have no idea, you're the God here." The idea of a platypus was pretty sassy today. God considered this burnt pancake of a creature. "Fuck it, honestly, it's Friday."
For flying creatures, God increased his pace yet again. "Let's see. Like 10,000 types of birds? Feels right." And he was done with flying creatures. And it was good...ish.
God kicked up his feet on Mount Vesuvius and, rolled a fat joint (which he also lit with the active volcano), took a hit, and deeply exhaled. This exhalation was the first tornado, as well as the only tornado made of pure THC. "I wonder what's on this weekend..." God wondered. Just then, God's phone vibrated. This vibration caused the first earthquake. "Fuck, who would be texting me EOD on a Friday?"
It was Raphaela, His boss. It was tough to make God frazzled, but if anyone could do it, it was Raphaela. The text read:
"God -- hey, just wanted to pass along thanks for all the work you did this week. One small snag in plans: we need to get land creatures and human beings done before the weekend is over. Monday is our big unveiling and the board agrees we won't achieve Q1 goals unless we fill out the planet. Is your usual day rate still good?"
God pouted for a minute to Himself. "What would they do if I said no? Who are they gonna even get last minute?" Nobody, of course. But his sense of duty and obligation quickly took over.
"I have plans this Sunday, but could do a half day tomorrow if that works for you."
Raphaela replied immediately.
"We're in a bind here, so if that's all you can give us, that will have to do. The humans don't even need to be perfect. We just need to hit our delivery date."
"Okay," God reassured himself, "I'll just sketch something out now and be done with it. I can still bill them for the half day tomorrow."
After a quick sketch, God looked down at his creation. He laughed and shook his head. "Good enough."
#couldn’t swim for shit but army crawled across to bottom of the pool
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
To elaborate on my previous post
(Feel free to correct me on any assumptions I make, I'm just running on what I've read and gleaned from listening to the albums on repeat)
As far as we know GPT is the only Human on the crew, being the only one from earth. Every one else is a touch more debatable. What if humanoid evolution is similar to crabs, in which it's one of the most beneficial forms for survival. (Look, I know it's more likely that it's mass colonisation, but let me have my carcinisation please)
I've seen consensus on Raphaela having several avian traits and I adore it!
Marius has been subjected to the catboy treatment the most that I've seen, and I whole heartedly agree.
I've also encountered a couple of stories with pangolin Brian as well and Ashes with more panthra or draconic triats!
And my headcanons about obligate carnivores being a majority of New Texas Fauna would be an entirely different post. (Hmu if you want more on that)
But you're not here for all that right now, you're here for Scuzz. Foxgirl Scuzz.
Scuzz with sharper then normal teeth, slit pupiled eyes that reflect Auroras low-level artificial light, not quite feline or canine.
Scuzz, who’s normally quiet, getting midnight zoomies and gekkering waking up the rest of the crew.
Her favourite method of getting attention is jumping on her targeted crew mate and tackling them to the floor.
If being chased (by Jonny most likely) she will leap head first into one of the floor vents, weather it's open on not. She has gotten concussions when Aurora is feeling particularly petty.
19 notes • Posted 2021-08-24 21:23:16 GMT
#4
Since I'm currently writing about Scuzz here are some headcanons.
She's small, like barely 5' and petite. She lives up to the terrifying short person trope.
She only spoke pure Japanese when Jonny was in ear shot, just to fuck with him.
Her mechanism was her left leg, and it has an intricate dragon engraving that she asked Ashes to do for her.
Speaking of Ashes, the two of them were super close before Scuzz left. Ashes tried to convince her to stay, but Scuzz had made up her mind.
Nastya was her second favorite, Jonny was her least.
Scuzz looked up to Carmilla once. Even helped in the lab more often than the others, but things started to change after Brian was brought on board.
She left before Tim was mechanized, so she has no idea of his or Raphaela and Marius' existence. Nor does she know that Nastya went Out.
She was raised and trained by a group of mercenaries. As a final test and initiation they removed the strongest limb to keep their members 'humble' Scuzz lost her left arm to that right. Had it replaced with a beautiful porcelaine and clockwork prosthetic. This was before her mechanization.
Nastya was the one to teach her to play the cello.
Scuzz uses she/they pronouns on the exact opposite side of the gender scale of Lyfrassir who uses they/he pronouns
Now I have two contradictory storylines, One is that Scuzz comes back but it's after the others are long gone, leaving her alone for the rest of time. Two is what I'm currently writing, where she gets picked up by another group of immortals and eventually finds the rest of the mechs.
So here you go. Feel free to add on
33 notes • Posted 2021-06-22 16:01:25 GMT
#3
Nastya can't swim. She knows the basic concepts, the theory and how to execute the task, but if she gets in the water she sinks like a rock. The mass of her blood doesn't allow for floating. If she needs to be in the water she just crawls across the bottom until she emerges kinda like a hippo on the other side.
39 notes • Posted 2021-06-12 22:31:04 GMT
#2
Catboy Marius this, Catboy Jonny that, Catgirl Nastya some other thing!
Why not foxgirl Scuzz?
52 notes • Posted 2021-08-24 17:15:46 GMT
#1
If I had a nickel for every immortal and her sentient spaceship girlfriend I've fallen in love with, I'd have two nickels, but it's weird that it's happened twice.
December Adventure Kit: RAPHAELA + WHITE | 4 x 100 gr skeins
This kit consists of:
1 x 100 gr skein of contrast color WHITE (solid color)
3 x 100 gr skeins of RAPHAELA (gradient colorway)
RAPHAELA has these pretty colors:
Sunflower Yellow - Light Teal Green - Teal Green
These are 4-ply fingering weight cotton yarns; they are very soft and drape well; the skeins are wound in center-pull balls, no re-winding required.
100% cotton - hand wash in cold/lukewarm water
100 gr skeins = 480 yards/438 m (appr.) Needles: US 2-6 or 2.75-4 mm
This is a kit for December Adventure Mystery Knit Along by designer Hilary Latimer. Sign up and purchase the pattern HERE (the pattern is not included with the yarn).
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I try to represent the colors as accurately as possible in both description and photos, but please note that monitors may vary in their display of colors.