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Getting Wholesale clients
Another small business PSA because Cryptids don't gatekeep, especially from other small business colleagues!
You're business has gotten a few sales, your product photos are looking good, the 5-star reviews are rolling in; but now you wanna shoot for the stars, you wanna go big, you wanna get a wholesale order.
First step; Tell. People. You. Do. Wholesale. Orders.
Say it everywhere. On Etsy I even mention it in the bottom of each item listing, write it in your about section, under FAQs write a little bit about where to reach out for wholesale orders - My first wholesale order, and half of them in total, all came from other people contacting me about it first. People are looking, and if you mention you'll do a wholesale order, they're more likely to reach out and ask.
second step; reaching out to other people.
Your best bet, especially as a small business owner yourself, is probably going to be a wholesale order from another small business - the type depends on what products you sell.
You sell clothing, especially handmade, or featuring cool art you made? You're probably gonna be aiming at Boutiques. Same with some jewelry brands.
You sell bone art, creepy art prints, handmade coffin furniture? You're going to be looking at Oddities shops and other goth small businesses.
Cups and mugs with funny seasonal sayings? A local coffee shop/bar (not a big retail chain like starbucks)
personalized doggy bandanas? You're gonna look at partnering up with some local shelters (some have small shops to make money to support their work) and those bougie doggie daycare centers - preferably in the richer part of town.
Once you find out which places you should reach out to, then it's time to actually reach out to them about it. Generally Email is preferred, but some new and smaller places don't have a professional email yet and will be fine talking on social media about it (before you assume to reach out on social media though, it does look more professional to email, so ask if there is an email you can use to send them wholesale pricing info, etc.)
If you can talk and interact with someone beforehand, even better. Follow the accounts of your target shops, interact with their posts (genuinely! don't be all fake and sales-pitchy) really think about if your stuff would work well with their store.
sometimes just doing this will make them reach out to you first (refer to step one) but if not then again, email.
For starting an email the title can normally be (-your business name- wholesale order for -their business name-). Give a nice greeting, say a -brief!- thing about your business, about their business, about why your stuff might be a good fit. Include some photos of things you specifically think would be a good fit for them.
The worst thing that could happen is that they don't carry your stuff - which is already what is happening.
So go forth! Expand your business! Make money! And don't forget to help support the other small/local businesses around you as you grow.
Love,
-Cryptid
#small business#small business tips#small business branding#wholesale orders#embroidery shop#patch shop#shop small#shop local#shop savagely#cryptid roots#boutiques#growing small business#making money#embroidery#buy our stuff#now#love cryptid
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2023 Muppet Year in Review: Several episodes of the web series Adam Savage's Tested took viewers behind the scenes of Jim Henson's Creature Shop over the course of the year, including demonstrating how the characters from Fraggle Rock are brought to life.
#fraggle rock#adam savage#tested#adam savage's tested#gobo fraggle#mokey fraggle#john tartaglia#donna kimball#jim henson's creature shop#hug#fraggle rock back to the rock#the jim henson company#muppet#muppets#gif#muppet gif#muppets gif#gifs of puppets#2023 in review
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Happy family
#this is a coffee shop au#yes inky mk is one of the kiddos#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#lmk#lmk macaque#lmk fanart#shadowpeach#six eared macaque#lmk sun wukong#lego macaque#sun wukong#lego monkie kid mk#lmk mk#inky mk#lmk savage#lmk rumble
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Hahahaha
https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/161357267?asc=u
#funny#lol#funny shit#funny stuff#haha#humor#funny memes#relatable memes#best memes#meme#funny haha#funny post#jokes#memes#funny humor#product design#design#funny dialogue#sarcasm#sarcastic#relatable#funny but true#shopping#shopnow#art for sale#sassy#so sassy#savage#burn#joke
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Finally, my favourite boys are in the shop and at our etsy as 3" matte vinyl stickers.
(I've actually had these on hand for a few weeks now but I hadn't gotten around to taking pictures. 😅)
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#darth maul#savage opress#feral opress#opress brothers#dathomirian#nightbrothers#zabrak#star wars fanart#truffles & bedlam#etsy shop#chibi star wars#cute art#chibi darth maul#chibi savage opress#chibi feral opress#feral (star wars)#maul#darth maul fanart#savage opress fanart
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finding out that orin scrivello and charles-haden savage are the same movie is making me feel wildly confused but also making me go ' I see it '
in general it's the same way I feel about martin short being in the barbie movies because it's like wild as fuck but you CAN see it
old men and their cunty behaviors are what I'd like to view under a microscope
#only murders in the building#little shop of horrors#omitb season 3#orin scrivello#charles-haden savage#steve martin#martin short#oliver putnam
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Looking for a gem this Valentine's Day? Or a kyber crystal?? Look at these stickers much more closely, and find what you're looking for on my Redbubble Shop.
#darth maul#maul#savage opress#qi'ra#darth maul sticker#independent artist#small business#redbubble shop#redbubble artist#planetaryartist#merch promo#redbubble sale#disney small business#redbubble stickers#redbubble shirt
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[You open the door to the cafe, where the ambient lighting is soft and orange like the planet of a red sun. It's easy on the eyes, still illuminating the front counter plenty enough to see all the various food items for sale, and the menus where hundreds of drinks are carefully written out in chalk. The room is filled with mismatched tables and cozy booths, with a spiral staircase that leads up to a loft of couches. It smells incredibly good in here, like rich caf and baked things. A yellow, heavily tattooed zabrak stands at the counter, leaning on it while idly scrolling the holonet on a datapad. He looks up when you enter, smiling.]
“Hey come on in! I don't bite unless you ask nicely. A joke! Haha, just a joke, I swear. Don't be nervous, I'm always good to my customers. So welcome to the Twin Moons Cafe, what can I get you?”
((Welcome to the Twin Moons. This is an RP blog for the nightbrother Feral. All interactions and tagging @exile-of-dathomir assumes you've come up to the counter in person, unless you explicitly state otherwise, such as sending a comm message or holocall. Ask box is open for 'holonet' messages. If you want to RP without using reblogs, feel free to start a message chain on a post or DM. The cafe menu includes anything you want it to. The end of this post includes more helpful interaction advice.))
((Read below the cut for Feral’s backstory.))
Feral is friendly and chatty, don't be nervous, come on in! He'd love to make you a drink. ☕
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((tw: nightsister temple scene, graphically depicted.))
I'm laying on the cot in Viscus’s back room, the one reserved for the injured.
Only I'm not injured anymore, just… empty inside. I'd tried so damn hard to win the Selection, but it hadn't been enough.
The thing is… I've never wanted kids, okay, but Savage? He smiles the most when the littlest brothers are underfoot, and he's never been one to smile much in the first place.
So I had thought…
Better than half of the nightbrothers that are Selected never come back, but, a year later a new kid is dropped off in the village, often more than one, with familiar angles to their faces, to the shape of their eyes.
If someone was going away and probably not coming back? I wanted it to be me. I can't handle the idea of being the one to wait a year, hoping to see if a new little brother shows up, with yellow skin and big almond eyes and-
I wanted it to be me.
Despite being the fastest climber and one of the best archers in the village, I’d failed. The melee part of the selection, the Trial of Night especially, against that nightsister with the smokey voice…
I turn over in the cot, and bury my face in the rough spun fabric.
I'd failed, and she'd Selected my brother instead. The fuck was I supposed to do now? Pick a new sparring partner? Go hunting by myself?
Just… carry on, like half my heart wasn't missing?
The chair beside the cot creeks with the weight of someone sitting in it. I assume it's Viscus, come to kick me out, or Burn, here to bother me into doing anything else besides laying here until I stop breathing.
“I'm so sorry, Feral…” comes the soft, silky voice of Rend.
I roll over, despite the fact that I probably look like shit, because this is the one person who might have answers for me.
Rend smiles when I do, but her lilac eyes don't crinkle at the corners like it's a real one. Good try though.
“Is he still…? Are they going to…” I have to ask.
Sometimes nightbrothers come home after the Selection. It's not… it's not unheard of.
“I don't know,” she replies, reaching out to stroke cold fingers over my forehead, passing her wrinkled knuckles under the line of my horns. “The Nightmother’s inner circle are preparing him for something, the rest of us aren't privy to what.”
I clear my throat, swallowing around a heavy thickness that clings to it. “Is that… normal? Does it mean anything?”
Rend shakes her head, the small, enchanted bells on her shawl sending out eddies in the force. A sound I've long associated with wise words and unusual kindness. “It can be… it depends on what sort of Selection it was.”
I sit up, gripping the edge of the cot. Her evasive words aren't helping.
“Is it normal for when they're going to use one of us as a stud? Or is it something else?” I ask, trying to keep my tone even.
I'm terrified. Hopeful. Terrified of being hopeful.
“No. It's not something generally done when a nightbrother is brought to the temple for procreation,” she admits.
I let go of the cot’s edge in favor of dropping my head into my hands.
Maybe… maybe.
Maybe he's coming back. Maybe I won't have to try and raise my nephews while trying not to scream inside everytime I look at them. Maybe I won't have nephews.
Would that be better… or worse?
Rend sits down on the cot beside me, the cloth arm of her deep red robes coming over my back like a blanket. “Oh Feral… you should have been born on Rattatak or Iridonia.”
“I'm not weak!” I hiss, trying not to be offended. She's not… wrong.
“No,” Rend agrees softly, “you're one of the best warriors in the village. It doesn't change the fact that your soul is… gentle.”
“Being gentle didn't win me the Selection, so what's it worth?” I mutter.
The nightsister snorts. “You wanted to be Selected?”
“... I want to have been Selected instead of Savage,” I admit, rubbing at my eyes tiredly.
Rend sighs, like the very idea of it makes her even more tired than I am. “Go home. Get some rest. If I find out anything about your brother, I'll come let you know, alright?”
I manage a thin smile up at her, then take her thin fingers in mine to kiss the back of her knuckles. “Thank you nightsister. I… thank you.”
She withdrawals to stand up, giving my shoulder one last squeeze. “Walk with the fanged god’s blessing, nightbrother.”
I watch her go, until the bright splash of her robes disappears around the corner. Viscus takes her place in the door frame, watching me silently with his weathered eyes.
“You heard her, Feral. Go on home… and take care of yourself. You might have a maleling on your hands, come spring. Don't forget that,” he cautions me, in his gruff way.
I drag myself to my feet, buoyed just barely enough by the thought that maybe this was an unusual Selection, and the results might be unusual too. Maybe Savage will be back tomorrow, and we can go fishing like we'd planned…
I leave, but I don't make it home.
Halfway across the village, a pair of nightsister initiates come striding up to me.
“Follow,” says one, droll and bored.
“You have been summoned,” snaps the other.
I know better than to speak when sisters come calling with sneering looks and curt demands. With my head lowered I follow, but excitement churns in my guts.
Was I being called on to help Savage take his leave from the temple? Did they already… you know, and now they want someone to get him out of their way?
Maybe, maybe.
The two sisters direct me into a side seat on a transport spreeder, and take off. I watch Viscus, Rend, and the Comand brothers all rush forward, only to stop at the gate, watching us go.
I lean out to wave.
The ride across the distance goes fast on these speeders. Rather than hours of flight on a winged creature, or day long run on a hooved one, the nightsisters’ transport gets us to the temple in an hour.
“Follow,” the shorter one orders me.
For as many herb hunting trips as I've gone on for Rend and some of the other sisters, I've… never actually been to the temple. It's huge. I mean just… it's the whole mountain range. The statues that border it's entry are bigger than any creature I've ever seen.
We enter, and Domir’s red light is quickly replaced by the softer glow of lamps. I'm led to a room with nothing in it, just a nightsister waiting with a cup.
“Drink.” She hands it off to me, and leaves.
I sit down at the back wall, ready to wait patiently, hoping I'll get to see Savage soon. The drink tastes limey. A little too sweet for my tastes, but not noxious or anything.
I turn around as she goes, just about ready to brave asking a careful question or two, but all the witches have left. They close the door behind them, and I'm alone in a plain stone room.
Well… alright then.
Sipping idly at the cup, I wait.
I feel as if… he's alive. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but it's like… I can feel him? Maybe it's not wishful thinking, sometimes I just know things.
As long as my brother is okay, I don't really care what happens next. I'll carry him back if I have to. I know he'd do the same for me.
I stop drinking the cup when I get tired of the flavor. It's too strong. Setting it aside is the last thing I remember before falling asleep.
Rough hands lift me upward under either arm, and I blink awake.
“Mmnh?” I ask, disoriented.
“Silence, nightbrother,” says one of the women holding me.
Ughl. I feel… unwell. What was in that drink?
The nightsisters drag me out of the room, which is a good thing, because I don't think I can stand. We don't go far, really. One long hallway and a few doors down, and they come to a stop. Then they just… stand there.
What are we waiting for exactly?
“Bring in the prisoner,” I hear, in that nightsister’s voice. “Now… for the final test.”
Prisoner? The fuck.
The two witches bearing me up start forward again, dragging me into a room scrawled with ritual circles and ichor and all manner of nightmagick tools.
I look up, confused, because… because I feel my brother, but I don't see him.
The two sisters drop me on the stone floor before those gathered, then retreat to the sides. I'm honestly a little dizzy, but I look up, waiting to see what they want from me, looking for-
It's the eyes that I recognize first. His markings are in shadow, and his frame is… different, but it's him.
“Savage!”
The hulking man that looks down on me just… stares. Wordless.
“Now,” says the woman, with words like syrupy poison, “kill him.”
My jaw drops of its own accord. She can't be serious, can she? He would never.
I look from the nightsister back to my brother, waiting to see what the plan is. If he wants to try fighting our way out… well the odds suck, but I'm willing to try.
Savage looks back at me and just… growls, softly.
I hadn't noticed it before, too caught up in feeling sick and confused and hopeful, but my brother feels…
…absent.
Oh fuck.
This is nightmagick.
“Savage? Y-you know me…”
Nothing.
“I’m your kin!”
Nothing.
Savage’s eyes narrow, and again he growls, soft and low in his chest. He makes no move to gut me, at least.
“Do not do this!” I encourage.
Gods be good, he'd never forgive himself. I'd rather jump from the top of gorgara falls than let him-
“I said kill him,” the nightsister orders, smacking my brother across the face.
It barely moves him. He's like a mountain onto himself with… whatever it is they've done to him.
He never looks away from me, and I refuse to look away from him.
‘Come on brother’, I will toward him, ‘It's me.’
With a lurch, he steps forward, reaching out. For a few beautiful seconds I think he's going to pick me up and run…
His hand slips around my throat.
“No!” I cry out, horrified.
“Mnnngg…”
“Brother,” I beg as he lifts me, “Brother please.”
“You,” he rumbles, caustic and hateful, “make. Weakling.”
I try calling his name, my nails scrabbling at his forearm as the hand that had patched my wounds a hundred times instead squeezes the life out of me.
I feel my neck break with a sickening crunch I can taste, and suddenly my world narrows down to what I can see, which grows dimmer, and what I can hear, which grows quieter.
I can feel nothing of my body besides the skin on my face, and even that is fading.
The world spins, and my cheek is pressed to the cold stone floor.
“Good,” the nightsister with the smokey voice croons. “Very good…”
“You will learn to draw your strength from your emotions...”
“Hate will feed you….”
“Never sympathize with the enemy…”
“Not even for a moment…”
“Yes. Sister.”
Hate…? Hate is difficult to feel. Maybe I'm inured to the average nightsister's casual cruelty, but what I'm feeling right now as I die… it's not hate.
It's grief.
Gods why… why did they make him…
… and then, suddenly, everything is pain.
I jerk, screaming. Howling. Incoherently and uncontrollably writhing.
My limbs are fire, my gut is lightning, every breath is sand and grit. I scream for so long and so hard that I lose sense of time and direction.
“I'm so sorry, oh winged goddess forgive me, I had to try. What did I do wrong? I was so careful…”
I scream.
And scream.
And scream.
“I shouldn't have… This spell… I shouldn't have…”
That's… that's… I know that voice.
I draw in a deep breath, and force myself to shut up. It hurts even more, and I barely manage it, but what else is there?
More screaming? Forever?
“Rrrr,” I try, but speaking is ridiculously difficult. “Rrre… reennnn…”
A gasp. Hands on my shoulders. Her pale face comes into view, framed by the red-orange sky.
“Feral?” she asks, thin brows turned up with fear and hope, “Please. Please tell me you're in there?”
In where? I try to ask but it comes out like gravel poured off a cliff.
Rather than try and talk when it just isn't working, I reach up to cup her wrinkled cheek. My hand shakes, covered in dirt, with too-long claws and streaks of ichor, but I manage it.
Gently, I stroke a thumb over her cheek. “Rr-rrennnnd.”
The nightsister’s lilac eyes fall closed, and she holds my hand to her face with one of her own. “It's okay… it's okay. I'll heal more of you, just… stay calm, alright? Don't think too hard.”
I can barely think in the first place, so that's doable.
Exhausted, and still in unholy amounts of pain, I relax as best I can. I don't… remember how I got hurt this bad, but I'm glad Rend was on hand or I'd probably be dead.
Where is… um. Where is…
There's someone else I'm looking for.
My thoughts drift like clouds, uncoordinated and ever shifting. Incohesive.
I feel like I'm lifted, energy raising me up, moving me. Night falls, and we pass into a village of some sort. My legs feel like I'm being passively electrocuted.
A nightbrother comes into view above me. Older, but handsome. He has kind eyes.
“What have you done, nightsister?” he asks, raw and quiet.
“He didn't deserve… I can't help- mn. But I could help him,” Rend replies, from somewhere near my head.
“Sister…” the man starts, fearful, “If one of the Nightmother's inner circle return to the village and see him here…”
“I know,” she says, swallowing, “believe me, I know. I'll… figure something out.”
“One of the other enclaves?” he asks.
“... no,” Rend replies slowly, “I don't think that will be enough.”
“Then what?” the man asks, laying a hand on my head, fingers threaded gently between the horns.
“... I'll come up with something.”
I fade out after that, weary to my bones from fighting the endless twitching in my limbs, bearing myself as steadily as I can, despite the cold fire in my fingers.
The next time I wake up, I'm… elsewhere.
I shiver, automatically clutching at the blankets piled on me. Footsteps echo on metal, low voices talking, too distant to hear.
A hand lands on my forehead, like they're checking my temperature.
I open my eyes, looking upward at the person. It's a nightsister. She smiles at me.
I know her… don't I know her?
“Where am I?” comes out of my throat more like ‘wheremm iiii?’ but it's better than before.
“We're on a starship, Feral. In orbit. Have you ever been up here before?”
Now that she says it, I can feel… I can feel that home is down. I hate it.
“I want to ggg-go home,” I tell her, cringing at the rust in my voice. “My t-throat hurts.”
The woman makes a horrible face for just a moment, then gathers me close. I'm… being hugged. It's nice.
“I'm sorry your throat hurts,” she croaks, “The magick that… fixed it… was born of our planet. Taking you away from that is… well I would prefer not to, but it's not safe for you anymore. I have to take you somewhere else.”
I can barely understand what she's saying. That was so many words in a row. A noise escapes me, unhappy and forlorn. I don't want to go somewhere else. I want to go back to… to…
“Nightsister,” I say, then pause to cough, “wwwhat is our planet called? My h-head is…”
The woman lays me back, such strength in her arms even though she's aged. With lines like that in her skin, she must be pushing several centuries.
“I know you,” I tell her, distressed. “But I- I-”
“Shhh,” the sister tells me, “your mind will heal, but it will take time. I'm Rend. We're from Dathomir. You're… the best assistant I've ever had, honestly.” She makes a sad little hiccup, trying to smile and failing. “Our medicinal stores have never been better, but apparently that doesn't matter to those- those- …nevermind. Just rest, alright?”
I want to say no, but I'm already slipping away again.
I'm Feral. Her name is Rend. Dathomir. Home is Dathomir.
I'm Feral.
She's Rend.
Home is Dathomir.
I repeat these to myself, desperately holding on to the only three thoughts in my head.
The flight to wherever we're going takes a while. I can't really keep track of the hours, nevermind the days, but it feels like it's been ages.
I relearn how to walk. How to drink. How to hold a stylus. How to put on clothes. It's horrible. I'm either confused, embarrassed, or both ninety percent of the time.
There's only one other person on the ship, the pilot. A very old nightbrother, older than I'd ever seen before. He doesn't talk much. Apparently they're old friends, with enough favors owed that neither keeps track anymore.
He's nice to me, but distant.
I'm more awake than asleep during the day by the time we come out of hyperspace near… wherever we've been heading to. While the ship lands, Rend helps me get dressed in new clothes.
“These are uh, k-kinda ugly,” I tell her, frustrated that I still can't stop stuttering.
She laughs, patting me on the cheek and straightening the vest like I'm a youngling. “I have to make you less pretty, you know. You’ll attract too much attention with that smile of yours, hm? Try to look grumpy and dull while we go through customs for me ”
I side eye her. “What's a customs?”
“It's a… security check, to make sure people visiting a place aren't bringing things that aren't supposed to be there,” Rend explains. “Coruscant is very strict about such things.”
“We're going to… kor-sant… then?” I ask. Never heard of it, honestly.
She steps back, looking at me sadly. “There's going to be a lot of new things to get used to here, but I've a friend who's going to help you get settled.”
I shift uncomfortably. “... not you?”
The nightsister shakes her head, making the little bells of her shawl tinkle and chime. “The Nightmother will look for me eventually. Nothing slips by her. If I stayed, it would leave a trail right back to you.”
“... and that's… bad?” I ask, still not understanding.
Rend’s expression twists in anger for a split second, but she hides it by looking away. I can still feel it though.
“Nevermind all that, Feral. There's a new life waiting for you here. Focus on the future, okay?”
“... alright.”
Everything goes really fast after that. The ship lands and the airlock spills us out in a busy place that the pilot calls a ‘spaceport’. Rend holds my hand, leading me through ‘customs’ and the dense crowds, showing papers to different people, and exchanging little metal bars for passage.
We go from spaceport to tram, from tram to elevator, and from there we walk.
In a matter of hours we've gone from the quiet little cabin where I relearned how to lace my boots, through a maelstrom of places unlike anything I'd ever seen outside of holos, to a quiet little living room with a tall, strange woman.
“Feral, this is Hexa, she's a pau’an, and an old acquaintance of mine,” Rend tells me, “You're going to stay with her while you get back on your feet.”
I'm on my feet right now, but the joke seems like low hanging fruit. “Hello Hexa… thank you for your help.”
She smiles with a mouth full of needle teeth, the lines along her pale skin bending with the muscles beneath. “Oh I'm glad to have you, really. I've been thinking about hiring help to run the shop, even held a few interviews… but I haven't found the right person. Rend says you're a deft hand with herbs and spices?”
“Ahh, yes ni-” I cut off, unsure what to call a female from another species. She's not a nightsister… is she? “... Hexa. I um… I like plants.”
The pau’an raises a lined brow at Rend, who snorts. “You'll need to teach him all the names you use, and the proportions you want, but Feral was the best herbalist’s assistant I've had in ages. He has a talent for it.”
I really don't know what's going on. It sounds like the nightsister has found a place for me to live, and a job for me to do, but… anxiety turns over in my gut. She's going to leave.
I don't want her to leave.
“Well alright,” Hexa says thoughtfully. “We can surely try. If you're not suited, I know a tailor looking for a bit of help too.”
“I can sew,” I offer, “but working with plants sounds better.”
The tall woman nods, resettling her feathered jacket she gestures me forward with one long nail. “Come on then m’dear. I'll show you the shop, the undercroft, and the little studio basement I've got set up for you.”
I turn to Rend as Hexa walks away, heading down a set of stairs to the level below. The nightsister smiles at me, nodding toward the staircase. I bow my head, accepting the order. What else can I do?
As it turns out, the shop downstairs is a cafe, featuring a galactic variety of beverages and lighter fare for sale. As Rend had hoped, my half remembered talents with dathomirian herbs did translate to making the various brews, though not as much to the baking.
Rend leaves the next morning, but promises to visit, and I settle into the studio beneath the cafe as best I can. I own nothing but the contents of a duffle bag.
This is how I come to work at the Twin Moons Cafe.
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RP interaction guide:
Feral doesn't know anyone except Rend and Hexa. If you're a person from his past, you'll have to help him remember you. He is especially excited to see other dathomirians.
OCs, yourself, other RP blogs, and multiple-versions of the same canon characters are WELCOME. Feral will have individual friendships/rivalries/fights with each person without mentioning the other instances. He may have multiple adventures, romances, and even brothers at the same time. Every RPer gets a fresh instance of Feral, right off the ship and new to the city, unless requested otherwise or a group tag chain is started.
[ ] indicates narration, "" is dialogue. You can format your own posts anyway you like though.
//Indicates a file, images, holo, vid, or holonet link on a text communication.
Explicit or highly emotional engagements may be moved to DM.
Minors DNI. Adults RPing minors are welcome for wholesome interaction.
There are no timeline constraints. You can be from kotor era, the rebellion era, or any other time, just establish this with him and he'll follow your lead.
Don't speak for, react for, think for, or otherwise drive other characters. Only your own.
Describe what you look like when you walk in, especially your clothes, vibes, and species. Feel free to be excessive, since your first tag will be the header for the rest of the reblog chain, and will make an easy reference point for your appearance, abilities, attitude, etc. Time of day is also helpful, but the cafe is always open.
(( )) indicates out of character communication. Tags are also generally ooc.
If you're wondering 'does this guy want to even talk to me?' the answer is YES. Even if you just stop in one time for a cup of caf, Feral wants to talk to you.
#zabrak#dathomir#rp blog#feral opress#nightbrother feral#nightbrothers#nightbrother#nightsisters#nightsister#role play#role play blog#star wars role play#minors dni#star wars rp#Coruscant#clone wars#star wars#star wars legends#darth maul#savage opress#the fanged god#winged goddess#bogan#ashla#nightmagick#dathomirian#dathomiri#coffee shop au
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feeling very loved today (gross)
was gonna do some shopping in the nearest town this evening and timed it so that I could go get lunch with one of my best friends during his shift
and my other bestie, who has today off, heard I was gonna be in town and offered to join me for errands
and now we're gonna take thai tea to a different town before we go shopping to surprise my other best friend
#[static]#bundling up all my best friends and hugging them and SAVAGING THEM WITH MY TEETH#also gonna say hi to our other bestie at work since she's on her lonesome tonight but she requested no thai tea since her teefs hurt#anyways its just charming and i love them all or whatever#idk how to describe the vibe of 'all my friends are going to be happy to see me today and that's a really nice feeling'#and im gonna be happy to see them!! in fact!! i specifically put off shopping until the afternoon to see them when normally i go in the mor
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so im on a trip to ireland/the uk rn and it's very strange bc since fashion has circled back to the 90s/y2k style that was when I last lived here, it's very much like I never left
#also the shops are still playing the same songs#m&s was blasting savage garden and i was having a great time#i stopped outside of a pub last night bc there was a man singing robbie williams' angels and the whole pub was singing along#its very nostalgic in a way that is really making me consider moving back
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with all the shit going on in my life rn especially considering my financial issues the last thing i needed was my fucking tablet screen to crack
#it’d be one thing if it was just a crack but it’s across the whole screen and pressing on it causes the backlight to warp#? is that the right word? warp#idk but i can’t see what i’m drawing or writing and it’s very distracting#and apple is charging $420 for repairs because they’re worthless greedy fucking savages#taking it to a computer shop later and hopefully they can do something about it#fml#anyway if someone wants to help me not go broke ig you can DM me or send an ask @cozybees for a commission
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We have the individual boys as designs now!
Maul
Savage
Feral
#star wars#redbubble#shop#darth maul#Savage Opress#Feral Opress#star wars feral#sticker#star wars sticker#magnet
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As requested and to celebrate the 5K followers on my Twitter account, the gamma tarot is back for pre-order until the 24th of May 2023 ! GRAB IT HERE !!
Link to each cards in this post
#shop#incredible hulk#immortal hulk#gamma tarot#hulk#savage hulk#joe fixit#bruce banner#prof hulk#devil hulk#amadeus cho#the brawn#betty ross#red harpy#caiera#green scar#thaddeus ross#red hulk#samuel sterns the first#beatrice banner#skaar#jen walters#she hulk#samson#sasquatch#maestro#emil blonsky#the abomination#lyra#samuel sterns
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Loretta: You know, I was in the original cast of Little Shop of Horrors.
Charles: Me too!
Loretta: What?
Charles: What?
#if you know you know#only murders in the building#little shop of horrors#omitb#omitb season 3#charles haden savage#loretta durkin#meme
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My granny is a fucking savage
#savage#granny#funny#fuck you trump#meme#TikTok#tech savvy grandma#she respects my pronouns#her phone background is a shitty photo of me in the rain post transition#I love her so much#she plays the organ at her church#she’s so cool#I love my granny#she speaks Spanish fluently#she’s so white though#she married a man from Cuba#I never met him#he died before I was born#they owned a music shop in Florida#she lived in Italy for like four years#she was singing opera for the Italians#when I got back from Italy she asked if I’d seen her house#she told me the hip places to go#we face time every Christmas#my mom and I bought her an iPhone#she’s a star with that thing#she can use TikTok so well#she loves Facebook so fucking much#she is about 13 years older than my dad#my dad is 11 years older than my mom
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hi! first of all, i love your stories :) and second, last year i started watching csi from beggining and i just finished season 7 and i wanted to ask if it's in my head or sara appeared less on the episodes? i liked s7 more than the previous ones, the cases were more interesting imo (apart from the first seasons) but like in half of the episodes i got the impression that she barely shows? anyway i'm already bummed that jorja's leaving haha she was always my favorite
hi, @lamprey-savage!
thank you for your kind words! i'm glad you love my stories. <3
as for your question:
though jorja fox was negotiating her contract throughout parts of s7's production, she was still technically under contract as a regular cast member for its full run. accordingly, sara does appear in every episode of s7 and generally has about as much screen time as she has had in previous seasons. while there are some episodes of s7 where she is noticeably sparse (such as episode 07x08 "happenstance," where she only appears in one scene near the end), these "low visibility" episodes generally balance out with episodes where she is a major focus character (such as episode 07x18 "empty eyes").
that said, the sense you're getting that you're not seeing as much of her in s7 as you have in previous seasons may be because she really doesn't have a "front and center" personal storyline for most of the season.
whereas previous seasons—like, say, s4, which contains her depression arc, or s5, which reveals and expounds her backstory—provided her with consistent, dynamic mainline development, in s7, much of what happens with her happens on a "between the lines" level.
jorja fox has talked before about how early s7 was essentially a "romcom" period for sara, so a lot of her scenes then were on the lighter, more comedic side, with her playing off of grissom.
however, as the season went on and grissom eventually left on his sabbatical (coincident to billy petersen taking a break from the show to take part in a rhode island stage production in real life), the focus with her eventually shifted—just not to a more prominent storyline.
as i talk about in this post, "there is a subtle storyline that plays out for gsr over the course of s7, which sees sara wondering if grissom views their relationship in the same way she does and if he feels as deeply for her as she does for him. she is insecure because while grissom most often demonstrates devotion to her, there are occasions when he behaves carelessly regarding her and/or their relationship; sometimes she can’t help but wonder just exactly how he feels, particularly as he seldom verbalizes his feelings to her."
they keyword in the above paragraph is subtle, because the thing is, for the most part, this storyline does not really get a lot of direct attention throughout the season. only a handful of episodes—such as episodes 07x11 "leaving las vegas" and 07x23 "the good, the bad, & the dominatrix"—really broach the subject of sara questioning how grissom feels about her/their relationship and his level of commitment to her directly. the rest of the time, her anxieties are much more subtly implied.
since sara feels she can't really talk about her insecurities with anyone (including grissom himself), exploration of what she's feeling is limited to how she's shown to react to him. there's not a lot of dialogue where she expresses her emotions outright; more just facial expressions and body language.
the storyline is there if you look for it, but you do have to squint a bit to see it, particularly as the miniature killer storyline so dominates the s7 landscape otherwise, and sara plays a central role in that investigation, meaning that nine times out of ten when you see her on screen, the focus will be on what she's doing in relation to the case rather than what may be going on with her personally and/or in her relationship.
so tl;dr? sara isn't actually scarce in s7 in terms of how much screen time she gets; her personal development just isn't really spotlighted in the same ways it might have been in previous seasons. there's never actually a point in s7 where the show comes out and says, "here's what's going on with her!" for the most part, her development is much more subtextual/sublimated.
thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.
and good luck with s8! it's a heartbreaker, especially as a sara fan.
#answered#lamprey-savage#asks: csi#**#my meta#meta: csi#meta: sara#meta: production#season seven#let's talk shop#csiverse
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