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Variable speed limit sign
A variable speed limit sign is a type of traffic control device used on roadways to adjust the posted speed limit based on real-time conditions. Unlike traditional static speed limit signs that display a fixed speed limit regardless of current circumstances, variable speed limit signs can change their displayed speed limits to better match the prevailing traffic and weather conditions.
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Communicate Smarter with Variable Message Signs
When delivering clear and dynamic messages, variable message signs are a game-changer. These electronic signs are versatile and ideal for various situations, making them a must-have for traffic management, construction zones, events, and more.

Why Choose Variable Message Signs?
Variable message signs allow you to display real-time information with ease. Whether alerting drivers about road conditions, guiding event attendees, or sharing essential safety notices, these signs ensure your message is visible and effective. Their adaptability means you can customize messages as needed, saving time and ensuring accurate communication.
High-Visibility and User-Friendly
Featuring bright LED displays and weather-resistant designs, these signs are built to perform in any condition. Road users and pedestrians alike can easily spot and read the messages, thanks to their clear visibility day and night. Plus, their portable design makes them simple to deploy wherever needed.
The Ultimate Traffic Solution
Investing in variable message signs doesn’t just improve communication; it enhances safety, efficiency, and crowd management. From warning about delays to promoting smooth traffic flow, these signs are essential for managing any public space.
Discover how these smart and convenient tools can transform your communication strategies today, and take control of your messaging like never before!
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Letreros de mensajes variables inteligentes (VMS), previsión del tamaño del mercado mundial, clasificación y cuota de mercado de las 16 principales empresas
Según el nuevo informe de investigación de mercado “Informe del Mercado Global del Letreros de mensajes variables inteligentes (VMS) 2024-2030”, publicado por QYResearch, se prevé que el tamaño del mercado mundial del Letreros de mensajes variables inteligentes (VMS) alcance 0.37 mil millones de USD en 2030, con una tasa de crecimiento anual constante del 7.9% durante el período de previsión.
Figure 1. Tamaño del mercado de Letreros de mensajes variables inteligentes (VMS) global (US$ Millión), 2019-2030
Según QYResearch, los principales fabricantes mundiales de Letreros de mensajes variables inteligentes (VMS) incluyen Nagoya Electric, SWARCO, 3M, Daktronics, Skyline Products, Aesys, Ver-Mac, LACROIX City, Wanco, Coates, etc. En 2023, las diez principales entidades mundiales tenían una cuota de aproximadamente 61.0% en términos de ingresos.
Figure 2. Clasificación y cuota de mercado de las 16 principales entidades globales de Letreros de mensajes variables inteligentes (VMS) (la clasificación se basa en los ingresos de 2023, actualizados continuamente)
The Smart Variable Message Signs (VMS) market is driven by several key factors that influence its growth and demand. Here are some of the primary drivers:
Traffic Management and Road Safety Initiatives: Governments and transportation authorities worldwide are increasingly investing in smart traffic management solutions to improve road safety, reduce congestion, and enhance traffic flow. Smart VMS play a crucial role by providing real-time information to motorists about road conditions, incidents, detours, and speed limits, thereby contributing to safer and more efficient transportation networks.
Urbanization and Increasing Traffic Congestion: Rapid urbanization is leading to growing traffic congestion in cities globally. Smart VMS help manage traffic flow by providing timely information to drivers, guiding them to alternative routes or informing them about traffic conditions ahead, thus reducing congestion and travel times.
Integration with Intelligent Transportation Systems (ITS): Smart VMS are integral components of ITS, which aim to leverage technology to improve transportation efficiency. They are often integrated with traffic monitoring systems, CCTV cameras, and data analytics platforms to provide comprehensive traffic management solutions.
Advancements in Display Technologies: Technological advancements in display technologies such as LED and LCD screens have enhanced the effectiveness of VMS in delivering clear and visible messages to drivers, even in varying weather and lighting conditions. This improves the overall utility and reliability of smart VMS systems.
Regulatory Mandates and Standards: Increasing regulatory mandates related to road safety and traffic management drive the adoption of smart VMS. Governments and regulatory bodies often set standards and guidelines for the deployment of VMS to ensure consistent and effective communication with drivers.
Demand for Real-time Information: In today's connected world, there is a high demand for real-time information and updates. Smart VMS meet this demand by providing dynamic and up-to-date messages that inform drivers about changing road conditions, weather alerts, accidents, construction zones, and other relevant information.
Smart City Initiatives: Many cities are embracing smart city initiatives aimed at improving the quality of life for residents and optimizing resource use. Smart VMS contribute to these initiatives by enhancing mobility, reducing environmental impact through better traffic management, and supporting overall urban planning goals.
Overall, the Smart Variable Message Signs market is driven by the increasing need for efficient traffic management, advancements in technology, regulatory requirements, urbanization trends, and the demand for safer and smarter transportation solutions. These factors collectively propel the growth and adoption of smart VMS systems globally.
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QYResearch se fundó en California (EE.UU.) en 2007 y es una empresa líder mundial en consultoría e investigación de mercados. Con más de 17 años de experiencia y un equipo de investigación profesional en varias ciudades del mundo, QY Research se centra en la consultoría de gestión, los servicios de bases de datos y seminarios, la consultoría de OPI, la investigación de la cadena industrial y la investigación personalizada para ayudar a nuestros clientes a proporcionar un modelo de ingresos no lineal y hacer que tengan éxito. Gozamos de reconocimiento mundial por nuestra amplia cartera de servicios, nuestra buena ciudadanía corporativa y nuestro firme compromiso con la sostenibilidad. Hasta ahora, hemos colaborado con más de 60.000 clientes en los cinco continentes. Trabajemos estrechamente con usted y construyamos un futuro audaz y mejor.
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The Realms PR | DC X DP Part 2
this isn’t as good in my thoughts because writing as bruce??? really hard. how am i supposed to write a paranoid man if i am the most chillest person i can be… anyway heres your part 2 food of this au, not sure if i’ll continue writing more parts? depends on how i feel.
errors are made and sorry the the lackluster performance this might be
if you want to use my prompt please give me credits thank you
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Danny very much prefers to have nobody intervene on his business as the vigilante of Amity Park. He’s essentially called dibs on it if you consider the fact that the entire town is basically his metaphorical grave since it’s his haunt and he did die to make the portal to the Ghost Zone open. He very much ignores that specific can of worms because that’s a heavy topic that he won’t ever talk about because Spectra really ruined his own outlook on professionals. Jazz will most likely want to open that can but that’s for future Danny.
Where was he? Oh yeah.
Danny very much likes being a solo hero with his friends and sister aiding when they can. He very much dislikes the fact that people have been trying to enter his haunt without permission. Does he know why people who tried to pass through Amity Park suddenly find themselves back at where the welcome sign is? No. Is he going to ask? Also no because it allows the residents and himself privacy even when he’s got the GIW on his tail or even his own parents.
He’s not going to rebuke this gift especially with his influx of fame. Which reminds Danny that he needs to post a new tweet, maybe a video of Cujo playing with the kids in the park from a few days ago? He figures people would be more interested if they knew a ghost dog existed. Maybe he can include one of Ember’s concerts or something.
Man he has so many videos to post and such little time to do so, but he thinks Sam and Tucker are having fun being his PR team with the way Sam had a manic gleam in her eyes when Lois Lane and Clark Kent sent her a message of twitter asking for an interview. All while Tucker basically going giddy at Red Robin and Oracle trying to get through the firewall that’s blocking Amity Park from eyes being too close for all their comforts.
Bruce Wayne stared intently at the video before him, it was only thirty seconds but it was thirty seconds enough to cause him to tighten his grip on the arm rests of his chair in the Batcave. His blue eyes staring down at the figure in the video as it replayed on loop. His shoulders tense and bunched up as he inhaled sharply at the frame that happened ten seconds in.
Because right there, staring up at the camera looked too much like Jason. It looked too much like his boy, his son that he had lost when Jason was only fifteen. Normally he would’ve brushed it off but it was the way that it then shifted into Dick, Steph, Tim and then Damian—
Ancient of Hope is what Phantom had called them, the embodiment of hope and how its form switched to what people believed in. Apparently it looked so much like the Robins of Gotham because Gotham was— is the biggest source of hope there is. Yet, this was an unknown.
Bruce couldn’t trust a word that Phantom said, ghosts are an unknown. Trying to get Constantine to talk about it was a struggle itself, the equivalent of trying to pull teeth out because the man was equally as stubborn as Bruce and it was even worse when the man had cursed up a storm when they had a meeting about Phantom’s first videos.
Ghosts are a variable in an equation that Bruce is trying to solve but he simply can’t force his way into solving it, not when this whole thing has turned into a diplomatic nightmare with the fact that Oa has started pressuring the US government about the mistreatment of the Infinite Realms beings.
The Justice League Dark even adding in the pressure— Deadman being one of the more outspoken members as he explained as much as he knew about the Infinite Realms despite not quite qualifying as one of their residents but still considered as one in an odd way. Constantine grumbling about as he came and went, saying how the Ghost Investigation Ward could’ve started a war or destroyed everyone.
Clark and Lane were writing up articles, having conversations with the PR Team of Phantom— two teenagers who were involved heavily and considered ambassadors to the Realms because of their connection to Phantom.
Phantom who is the High King. Phantom who doesn’t want his subjects hunted anymore and took a peaceful route instead of simply declaring war.
Bruce takes a heavier breath, jaw clenched as he watched the video loop one more time before the closed the tab to look more into the GIW and their backers, eyes narrowing in two names.
Vladimir Masters and Lex Luthor.
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— ☆ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: alhaitham wants to cheer you up by giving you a cake but, much to his dismay, he discovers he’s not very good at baking
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: alhaitham x gn!reader, modern au, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, comfort, baking, you call him baby, he might be a lil ooc 1.2k wc. | masterlist
a/n: important!! this piece is for the @pixelcafe-network’s secret santa exchange and it is my gift to @ariiadnes <3 surprise little elf, i am your santa >:) hehe that was me on anon. i welcome anybody to enjoy it but i’m just prefacing that i wrote this with my little elf in mind so this is personalised and will include some details specific to our kay ^_^ thank you to the pixel cafe for organising something so sweet <3 happy holidays!
p.s there is an extra surprise at the end 🤭
The sudden clang of the rolling pin meeting the floor made Alhaitham pause mid-motion. He regarded the rogue tool with a glare as though it had a personal vendetta against him. If baking was a dance of trial and error, it appeared Alhaitham was hopelessly out of step.
This shouldn’t be so difficult, he thought, bending down to retrieve it with a sigh.
What had started as a bold plan to cheer you up was devolving into a textbook case of kitchen disaster. His countertops bore signs of his struggle: a battlefield of flour, sticky smears of frosting, and a timer that had long since been silenced, marking the hours he had spent here. A slightly concerning scent wafted from the oven, where a deflated Snoopy cake mocked his attempts, its ears drooping in defeat.
All his brilliance yet his intellect failed him in the kitchen. The art of baking required nuances he hadn’t yet mastered—the understanding of texture, temperature, and timing. These were variables that no theorem or formula could solve. He glanced at the instructional video on his phone, the cheerful baker’s voice grating against his fraying patience.
‘Step one: don’t overfill the pan,’ he recited in his head, lips thinning as he stared at the mess in the oven. “A bit late for that.”
His phone buzzed, pulling him from his brooding. It was a message from you:
“Done for the day! Heading home soon. Love you <3.”
Alhaitham paused, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. He could easily picture the exhaustion in your face as you typed the message. You’d been weathering the storm of clinical rotations, coursework, and sleepless nights to reach the summit of your master’s program. He’d witness you lose sleep over exams, spend weekends buried in textbooks, and wake before dawn to attend hospital shifts.
He’d also notice the fatigue in your voice, how you napped more often to catch up on rest, and the stress you tried to hide when things got overwhelming.
Even in your exhaustion, you still managed to grace him with a smile. There was something admirable about how your heart endured, how you found space for joy despite the weight you carried. He knew he couldn’t ease your responsibilities, but he could remind you that you weren't facing it all alone.
His gaze shifted to the Snoopy figurine he’d bought for inspiration, perched on the counter like a silent overseer of this culinary misadventure. No turning back now.
Alhaitham began to roll up his sleeves and pick up the piping bag.
For you, he was willing to stumble through every misstep.
Drawing Snoopy’s outline with frosting proved no easier than taming the batter. Alhaitham leaned in close, expression sharpening, and the tip of his tongue peeked out in concentration (a face no one but you might ever see from him). As he worked, his mind whispered doubts, yet his hands persisted.
Steadfast, if imperfect.
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By the time you stepped through the front door, the scent of burnt sugar lingered in the air. The apartment, to your surprise, looked untouched—eerily pristine, even. Nothing seemed to have moved ever since you left the house this morning.
No hint of chaos. Yet.
“Haitham~?” you called out, kicking off your shoes. “What’s that smell? Did you… light a candle or something?”
“In the kitchen,” came his reply, his voice betraying none of his current predicament.
You rounded the corner, and the first thing you noticed upon entering was the stillness. Alhaitham stood near the counter, as composed as always, except for the flour dusting his hair and a smear of frosting on his cheek.
The second thing you noticed was the cake. Or what you assumed was meant to be a cake. Snoopy, your beloved Snoopy, lay immortalised in wobbly frosting on an uneven base. His ears drooped, and his face was just crooked enough to be endearing.
“Haitham?” you asked, placing your bag down carefully. “What… What happened here? Did Snoopy get caught in a blizzard?”
Alhaitham’s neutral expression didn’t falter, though his ears turned a light shade of pink. “It’s a cake,” he deadpanned. “Not a sculpture. Artistic liberties were necessary.”
That was all it took. You doubled over, laughter spilling from your lips like a bubbling brook. “You made this? For me?”
“Yes,” he said simply, the word softened by his sincerity. “You’ve been overworking yourself. I thought you might enjoy this.”
Your laughter melted into something warmer, and you stepped closer with a glow in your chest, inspecting the cake with a fond smile. “I didn’t know you could bake.”
“I can’t,” he admitted flatly. “And I don’t plan to pursue it further. The kitchen may never recover.”
"But you look so handsome covered in frosting." You reached up, gently touching the mess on his cheek. “You’ve got a little something here.”
Not wasting another second, you pressed a kiss to the smudge, tasting a bit of sugar on your tongue. His breath caught, just barely, and you pulled back with a grin.
“There,” you said playfully. “All cleaned up.”
His lips parted slightly as if to retort, but you didn’t give him the chance. You cupped his face, your thumbs tracing circles of flour on his skin. “Did my baby work hard on this cake?”
Alhaitham blinked, caught entirely off-guard by your tone. “I wouldn’t use the term hard,” he huffed slightly, a crack in his usual demeanor under your doting affection.
“Oh, but you did,” you teased, brushing your nose against his. “Worked so hard, just for me. My thoughtful, talented boyfriend.”
He sighed, a long exhale that felt more like surrender than irritation. “If you keep that up, you might convince me it was worth the mess.”
You beamed, leaning up to kiss him properly this time, imprinting your gratitude on his lips. “I already know it was. You’re the sweetest, you know that?”
His ears darkened further, and he turned his attention to the counter as if it had become the most fascinating object in the room. “The cake might taste otherwise.”
“Stop being modest,” you said, grabbing the knife. “Come on. Let’s taste your masterpiece.”
His hand covered yours before you could cut into it. “Be gentle with it. It’s barely holding together.”
You chuckled, nudging him. “Sounds a bit like me during finals actually.” Alhaitham was clearly amused by your comparison, lips quirking as you looked at him.
When you cut into the cake, the sound of the knife meeting its layers fills the space. You served a piece, taking a bite before offering your verdict. “Hmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, watching his expression tighten.
“Well?” he asked, the question almost reluctant.
You grinned and reached for his hand, squeezing it. “It’s perfect. Just like you.”
He raised his brow at the sentiment but you caught the way his grip mirrored your squeezing. “I think your standards are too forgiving,” he replied.
“Not at all,” you said earnestly, setting your fork down and stepping closer. “It means everything to me, Alhaitham. Thank you.”
For once, words faltered and fell away, replaced by the gentle press of his forehead against yours. At that moment, the world seemed to pause, and the chaos of frosting, cake, and his flour-coated hands faded into nothingness. In their place was something simpler, something truer—his love for you that spoke volumes without a single syllable.
bonus gift: some silly visuals 🫶



a/n: i was a little nervous about this because kay, you already write so beautifully. i truly hope this was to your liking 🥺💖 congrats again on completing your masters program. i hope your certification exam goes/went well 💖
© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform.
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Ganz Sans, Reaper Sans, Error Sans and Toxic Sans Helping S/O with Their Homework
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Hey Lil's! Long time not chatting, and I'm happy that I finally can talk to you again after everything, and thank you so much for being a great friend and a great reader! I'm so happy that you read my book ^.^
Gender: Neutral
Warning: Profanities
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Ganz - GZTale
Ganz doesn’t talk much, but his presence speaks volumes. He pulls up a chair beside you, arms crossed, eyes scanning the page like a detective at a crime scene. “That’s wrong,” he mutters, pointing silently to your third mistake.
If you're stressed, he gets uncharacteristically gentle. His gloved hand rests lightly over yours, grounding you when your brain starts spiraling.
Ganz makes sure you're taking care of yourself too. “Get up. Drink water. Stretch,” he commands like a mob boss giving orders. You grumble, but he already brought you your favorite snack without asking.
He sits through your long study rants with surprising patience. You’re rambling about the mitochondria or Shakespeare or whatever’s on the test. Ganz just nods occasionally, eyes narrowed with pretend interest.
He hates messy notes, so he rewrites yours when you’re not looking. He would be handing back your cleaned-up notebook. Every word is written in blocky and clean lettering.
Ganz never mocks you for asking questions. You used to be afraid of sounding dumb until you saw the way he looked at you. Like you were smart just for trying.
He secretly keeps a copy of your schedule so you will not forget to work on your homework or study. He also uses it to bring you snacks or send a quick message when he knows you’re stressed.
You once caught him reading your textbook when he thought you were asleep. He tried to play it off like he was bored, flipping through pages casually. But you noticed he was on the same chapter you were struggling with earlier.
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The room was quiet except for the ticking clock and the soft scratch of pencil against paper. You sat hunched over your desk, lips pressed tight in frustration as your latest homework sheet glared up at you like it had a personal vendetta. Formulas danced across the page like nonsense poetry, and the longer you stared, the more it felt like they were mocking you.
With a sigh, you let your head drop onto the desk. “I’m gonna lose it,” you mumbled. A gentle knock tapped once at your door—rhythmic, even. You already knew who it was. “Come in,” you muttered, not even lifting your head. The door creaked open, and in stepped Ganz, eyes dim but alert, expression unreadable as always.
He didn’t speak right away. He just took a long look at the scattered notes, the tensed curve of your shoulders, and the textbook thrown to the side like a battlefield casualty. “You’re overthinking it again,” he said quietly. It carried that calm weight, like it didn’t matter how chaotic the world was, he wasn’t moving.
He stepped closer, pulling out your second chair and sitting beside you. His bones creaked softly as he leaned forward, resting one hand on the desk while the other tapped near your worksheet. “Show me where you’re stuck.” You hesitated. Ganz wasn’t exactly a tutor type. He was more the quiet protector, the silent observer. But he always seemed to know when to show up and when to stay.
You slid the paper toward him and pointed at the question that had been giving you grief for the past twenty minutes. He stared at it for a long second, sockets narrowing. “You forgot to flip the sign when you moved that variable; start there," he said, tapping gently on the part you scribbled repeatedly with his finger.
As you erased and rewrote, Ganz didn’t hover. He stayed still beside you, his presence calm and steady like a mountain beside a storm. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was comforting. You risked a glance at him as you solved the next step correctly, and though his expression hadn’t changed, his gaze flicked to yours briefly. “There you go,” he said, his voice just slightly softer.
Time passed in steady breaths and pencil scratches. You’d stopped noticing how hard the homework was. Every time you paused, Ganz was there, pointing out a mistake, nodding when you got it right, and sliding your water bottle closer when your focus started to drift. He didn’t say much. He didn’t need to. Just being there made the weight in your chest ease.
Eventually, you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head with a groan. “I actually finished it,” you said, half in disbelief. Ganz let out a short, low chuckle. "Told you. You get too cold when you focus. You forget stuff like that," he said, standing up and pulling your blanket from the bed. Without a word, he draped it over your shoulders.
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Reaper Sans - Reapertale
Reaper doesn’t knock when he comes in to help. He just silently appears in your room, shadows curling in the corners, and asks, “Need help?” in that soft, hollow voice. It still startles you every time, but he never means to scare you.
Reaper doesn’t fully sit down. He’ll float slightly above the chair, cloak curling under him, hands tucked in his sleeves until he needs to point something out.
He’s actually very methodical. Despite his chaotic world, Reaper’s mind is organized; he understands structure, sequences, and cause and effect well. That makes him great at breaking things down, especially in subjects like math or science.
He uses metaphors when teaching. Instead of saying, “Subtract this,” he might say, “Remove the weight from this side to balance the soul.” It’s dramatic, yes. But you kind of love it. Makes algebra feel like spellcasting.
Reaper is not great with technology. If your homework involves typing or online submissions, he’ll kind of… float behind you, squinting at the screen, muttering things like “Why does this rectangle glow and beep?”
Sometimes Reaper Sans reads your textbooks aloud in that soft, eerie tone. It somehow makes even boring history sound like ancient lore or when biology sounds like he's casting a spell.
If you stay up too late, he’ll phase through the wall holding tea. He’ll close your books with one hand and offer you the warm cup with the other. You’ve learned not to argue; he’s always right about your limits.
He doesn’t smile often, but when you get something right on your own, he looks at you like you’re the only light in the Underverse. “You shine brighter than most souls I’ve collected,” he murmurs with a soft smile.
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The glow of your desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, the only source of light in the otherwise dim space. You stared at your homework sheet, your pencil hovering over the page, but your thoughts were scattered, too tired to focus. The numbers swam before your eyes, mocking you.
You’d been at it for hours, and it felt like you were getting nowhere. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips, and you buried your face in your hands. "I can't do this anymore," you wanted to cry and just dump it in the trash can. This subject isn't really your forte.
Suddenly, a soft, chilling air ran through the room, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Before you could look up, the shadows in the corner of your room shifted, and there he was, Reaper Sans, standing just beyond your desk, his glowing eyes fixed on you. You jumped, not expecting him to appear.
He simply tilted his head, as if he already knew exactly what was happening. “You’re stuck,” he said, his voice calm and detached but with an underlying thread of understanding. You looked up at him, momentarily taken aback by his presence.
His voice was calm and kinda echoey, like death itself but not scary. Well, not that scary anymore. “Gee, thanks for the observation, Mr. Grim Reaper,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and flopping back dramatically in your chair. He didn’t react. He never really did. But somehow, you could see the tiny smirk under that skeletal face.
Without saying another word, he floated closer, pulling up your chair with a flick of his hand like he wasn’t even touching it. He leaned over the page, scanning your messy numbers. “You forgot the negative here,” he said, pointing it out like it was obvious. You blinked. “Wait, that’s why it wasn’t working? Ughhhh.”
Reaper nodded like a tired tutor who’s been through this a thousand times. “Math is like balance. You tip it wrong, it crumbles.” You squinted at him. “That’s… morbidly poetic. Kinda cool, actually,” You always know how poetic he is. Little by little, he helped you walk through each step. He didn’t rush you. Didn’t sigh when you made mistakes. He j
He just calmly pointed at the page and gave short, super cryptic explanations like 'Restore the balance between life and death' or 'Shift the soul to the other side of the realm' kind of explanation. Was he still talking about math? Who knows? But weirdly, it helped making you understand the homework more.
You started figuring it out. Like, for real this time. The numbers weren’t swimming anymore, and your brain didn’t feel like it was on fire. At one point, you looked over and caught Reaper just… watching you. Quietly. His head tilted a bit like he was reading something deeper than your homework. “You’re catching on fast,” he said, barely above a whisper.
The last problem took some time, but when you finally solved it, you legit gasped. “I did it!” you said, turning to him with a big grin. Reaper didn’t smile, he never did but his eyes glowed a little warmer. “Told you,” he murmured. And for a second, you could see a very tiny smile on him.
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Error Sans
He pretends to hate homework and grumbles about how it’s a waste of time, but when he sees you stressed out, he glitches next to you with a sigh and helping you.
His glitching increases when he’s concentrating, especially when the question is really tricky. He pauses mid-answer to reboot his thoughts, and you have to wait while he growls.
He helps in his own weird way, like rewriting practice problems but turning them into monster battles or weird AU-themed questions. “If a Glitchtale dragon eats four timelines, how many universes are left?” It’s ridiculous, but it makes you smile.
If you’re tired, he wraps a blue string around your wrist and tugs gently. “Break time. I don’t care what page you’re on.” You resist at first, but he scoops you up and plops you in a glitchy beanbag he made from nowhere.
He sometimes glitches your calculator and “improves” it by making it shout your answers out loud. It’s weird, chaotic, and almost gave you a heart attack. “2x2 is FOUR! YOU’RE WELCOME!” The calculator schout as he cackles. You threaten to ban him from electronics for a week.
He creates a mini glitched clone of himself as your tutor. It zips around yelling answers and giving sass, and you can’t tell if it helps or distracts you. “My glitch gremlin is smarter than your entire class,” Error says proudly. You’ve named it “Error's Gremlin”
If you fall asleep mid-assignment, Error doesn't wake you right away. He wraps you in his string and quietly finishes the rest of the page for you. Your handwriting is suspiciously neater. He pretends it wasn’t him, but you find a little glitchy heart drawn in the corner.
He won’t say the words “I’m proud of you,” but every time you complete something, he spawns confetti or hands you a pixel heart. It’s his way of saying he’s proud, because emotions are hard, okay?
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It started with your head slumped over the desk, pencil halfway falling out of your fingers, and your textbook looking like it had just declared war on your brain. The numbers weren't math anymore. They were alien code from some forgotten dimension. "I’m gonna dropkick this homework out the window.” You groan, mumbling the math homework is too difficult.
And that’s when he showed up with a half-glitch, half-snort from across the room. Error appeared behind your chair with a loud buzzing sounds and a whole lot of judgment in his eyes. “Y’know, for a human with a brain, you sure act like you ain’t got one sometimes,” he teased, leaning on the back of your chair.
You didn’t even flinch anymore. You just sighed, nudging the worksheet toward him. “This stuff’s melting my soul," You wave the paper in front of his face. “Oh boo hoo, tragic,” he said with a lazy grin, eye flickering. “Move over, nerd. I’m not lettin’ my favorite disaster flop today," he stood next to you.
When he floated closer, leaning over your shoulder to get a look at the chaos you’d created. He tapped the paper with one long finger, his eye glowing as he scanned the problem. “Look,” he said, “this part's easy.” You blinked, trying to follow the logic he was laying out. “What… do you mean easy? This looks like alien code,” you roll your eyes. Error let out a tiny, annoyed chuckle. “Not even close. Let me break it down," His voice was smoother now, less sarcastic, as he started explaining things step-by-step.
You hadn’t realized how much you were actually starting to understand until the tension in your chest began to ease. “Okay,” you muttered, frowning at the problem again. “But, like, how is this supposed to make sense? Why do I need to know this? I don’t even like math!” You shouted. Error snorted, shaking his head. “I dunno, kid. Maybe the multiverse wants you to suffer, or maybe it's just a useless system that's been coded into your brain.” His voice turned teasing, but there was an underlying sense of care that you couldn’t quite place.
You followed his instructions as best you could, your confidence slowly building as his explanations made more sense. When you finally solved the problem, you let out a triumphant laugh. “I did it! I actually did it!” Error’s eye glinted in a way that almost looked like pride. “Huh. Looks like you’re not totally hopeless after all," he chuckles without any malice in it.
Of course, your celebration was short-lived. “Now, next question,” Error said, moving on without a second glance at your victory dance. “You’re not getting out of this that easy.” You groaned, but his low chuckle made you smile. Despite his gruffness, there was something oddly comforting about him being there, guiding you through your work. Even if he was a giant glitchy mess.
By the time the homework was done, the clock on your desk had long since ticked past midnight. You slumped back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head. "I think I’m gonna need a nap after that," you muttered. Error stood beside you, tapping his foot as if waiting for something. "Tch. You should be thanking me for saving your sorry self from total academic destruction."
He was right, though. Without him, you probably would’ve been stuck in a mental loop for hours. “Thanks, Error,” you said quietly, smiling at him as he floated there, looking like he was about to vanish into the shadows. His eye flickered for a second, a softer tone slipping through. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just-don’t make a habit of needing me for everything, alright?”
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Toxic Sans - Pollutiontale

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Toxic Sans initially acts like he couldn’t care less about your homework, lounging with his feet up. “Ugh, homework? Can’t you just, like, pollute your brain with Netflix instead?” But the second you struggle, he shrugs and drags himself over, rolling his eyes.
Toxic leans over your shoulder, muttering, “You really let this junk pile up, huh?” He taps the paper with a bony finger, leaving a faint green glow around the margins. He acts like it’s a burden, but the little smirk betrays his interest in being close to you.
When you’re stuck on a math problem, he drifts over, his neon glow flickering with concentration. With a rough tap on the paper, he reorders your equations.
Toxic has a habit of drawing little toxic slime doodles on your worksheets. Sometimes they "talk" to each other in speech bubbles. You scold him playfully, but honestly, they make the homework more fun.
If you're too anxious to start, he doesn’t pressure you. He just sits quietly beside you, oozing chill energy. Eventually, the silence feels safe enough that you begin.
When he notices you're too tense, he forms a small toxic slime blob that are actually harmless to your skin. It wiggles on your desk and tries to high-five you or tries to hug your arms.
Toxic isn’t great with words, but when it comes to explaining a hard concept, he’ll break it down in the simplest way. It’s not the cleanest metaphor, but it clicks in your head. You nod in understanding.
After all the work is done, Toxic will act like he didn’t help you at all. “Pfft. You’d have done it without me. Don’t get all sappy now.” But the small, proud smile he gives you when he thinks you’re not looking says it all.
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It was the kind of rainy afternoon that made your brain feel soggy, too. You had a mountain of homework spread across your desk, and your brain felt like it had turned to literal mush. Math problems were swimming in your head, and your fingers hovered over your pencil, frozen. You groaned and smushed your cheek against the desk. “This is hopeless.”
From the window, a dark glitch flickered in and out of sight before finally materializing in the corner of your room. “Homework? Ew,” said Toxic Sans, dragging his words out like they tasted bitter. His skull glowed faintly green under your desk lamp. He leaned lazily against your bookshelf, like just being near your homework might kill him. You peeked up at him with a whimper. “Please help. I swear this worksheet is evil.”
Toxic sighed dramatically, plopping into your bean bag chair like a pile of toxic sludge. “Alright, but only because I’d rather not listen to you whine for the next hour.” He kicked his feet up, snapped his fingers, and summoned a floating calculator from the air. “Let’s melt some numbers, babe.”
His way of explaining math was… unconventional. “Imagine this number’s a gas leak, and this other one’s a match. What happens when they meet? Boom. You got a disaster. Which, apparently, is also the answer.” You roll your eyes at his ridiculous explanation despite yourself. It was weird, but it worked as the clogs in your brain finally move.
Slowly, the fog in your brain started to clear. When you got stuck on a science question, he glitch-warped right behind you and pointed over your shoulder. “You keep reading it like it’s complicated. It’s literally asking how pollution happens. Just write ‘humans exist’ and boom—accurate.” Well, he was right, shitty people cause the pollution since many people throw many dangerous waste to ocean.
You rolled your eyes, but somehow, his ridiculous suggestions gave you an idea. As much as it was a joke, you spun his words into an angle that worked for your paper. “I can’t believe I’m actually using your weird advice,” you muttered, smiling despite yourself. Toxic gave a lazy shrug. “Hey, you’re welcome. Don’t forget to cite me as your ‘genius’ source.”
By the time you finished, it was late. The clock blinked 1 AM, and you leaned back in your chair, exhausted but relieved. “I actually did it. I’m done,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. Toxic stood up and stretched, giving you one last glance. “Tch. You’re welcome, I guess. Don’t forget who saved your homework.” You rolled your eyes but felt a warmth in your chest. “Thanks, Toxic,” you said, your voice quieter. He smirked again. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get used to it, kid.”
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The Midnight Kiss
I’ve been a sad bitch and the almost nothings that I managed to write were reflecting it terribly. I want to be a happy bitch again and finish a quirky romcom that does not evolve to sad-town-fest. Pray for me and my constancy, godspeed to us all. This is the farthest I’ve ever came writing solos-turned-multichapter. Amazing and wtf.
Warning: mentions of anxiety and self-harm and infuriating blonds.
Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)
Part 8: 500 days of Azriel - part 1
Five hundred days.
The countdown of his life turning upside down took 500 days
And it was all because of her.
DAY 1
Truth be told Azriel Marino didn't mean to pay her any attention.
The thing is life can be unpredictable, even for a big planner like him, especially when this planner happens to be in constant contact with the most chaotic variant he had ever came across. Well, maybe it was a bit dramatic of him to define a person like that, but Elain Archeron was no regular person, so Azriel couldn’t help but compare her to a surprise variable disrupting the balance of his perfect life equation.
“Fuck!” The strangled curse resonated along with the emergency door hitting the wall. Agitated, Azriel shrugged his suit jacket, making his way to the building's stairwell.
The phone in his hand was ticking time bomb. He held it like a vice, like a nasty habit he couldn't seem to get rid of. Her photo on the screen shined like a beacon, a conductor to his own personal hell. Damn it. He should have erased her contact info by now, should have erase all possible traces of her.
Easier said than done.
Azriel stared at the photo she sent as if he was staring at Morrigan herself, stared at the empty bottle of wine by her side, her tear-stained cheeks and red stained lips doing nothing to distract him from the bunch of pills in her hand. Under the ominous picture laid four bubbles that made his stomach churn.
sometimes I want 2 sleep and never wake up Sorry 4 texting I love u bye Az
It had been an hour since he received the picture documenting Morrigan's latest threat of attempting suicide.
Then nothing.
No further picture, no more threatening messages, nothing. Complete silence from the woman who had been calling and texting nonstop all week after a photo like that was a bad sign. With a shaky hand, Azriel loosened his tie and scratched his throat, willing the air in and out.
I love u
The empty text float in his mind.
It's a lie, he reminded himself. It's always a lie.
There was no coming back from the break up this time. Not for him. Whatever she chose to do or not do was out of his hands now. He had played this part one too many times to know nothing good would come from bending to her.
Scrunching his eyes shut, Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself. He hated this feeling, the cruel fait of being responsible for Mor's life, the constant balance of her existent being put in the palm of his hands.
It’s fake, he mentalized. It’s fake like all the other ones.
But what if it wasn’t?
Shaking, he dialed her number.
Azriel didn't know if it was worry or deep resented anger that gave his hand tremors. Deep down he knew what she was doing. This wasn’t his first rodeo with Mor. Facetimes in the middle of the night, hysterical crying on his hallway, pictures of knifes and ropes over her bed, long goodbye emails that he should’ve not read, but couldn’t help doing so. So far, Mor had used a lot of cruel ways to razzle him into taking her back, and Azriel was so fucking done with this shit.
Still, having someone texting you the equivalent of a suicide note was frightening. Why hadn't she reached him again? What if she had gone through with it this time? What if she hurt herself? Azriel ran a hand through his hair.
The call didn't go through, panic slowly seeping through his bones.
Who was he kidding? Azriel would never be able to leave Morrigan. They have been together too long, been through too much. It was too late for him to try and leave her now, too late to break this sickening connection between them.
On the verge of crying, he dialed her number again.
He could be stronger this time, firmer, just a long time friend checking on another. He could do this. He would just check on her, make sure that she was safe and unharmed, and them he–
“You drop that phone. Right! Now!”
The loud command caught him by surprise, Azriel turning back to the exit door. No one had come through, he was still alone on his floor.
“I cannot believe you’re calling this asshole again!” The same feminine voice reprehended.
He recognized her immediately, his ears well used to the high pitch that loved to start a fight with him, only it was a first seeing her using this tone with anyone else. Quietly, he approached the railing to get a better view from the floor below, watching his two employees fight like toddlers
“He called me all day! It’s rude to ignore.” Nuala screeched, pushing Elain’s head away.
“He’s buttering you up, your idiot,” Elain replied two second away from climbing her friend's back. “That’s how that piece of shit manipulates you!”
Jumping, she made failed attempt to grab the phone.
“He doesn’t manipulate me.” Nuala said in a defensive tone.
“Oh, please!”
“… Fine, maybe a little. But he loves me!”
“No he doesn’t. Give me the phone, Nu.”
“I will… I just need to call him real quick, it's the last time, I promise.”
Huffing, Elain placed both hands on her waist, glaring at her friend.
“You’re the one who asked me to guard you phone, remember?” She made a run for her friend, Nuala dodging her with easy. “I won’t let you get back with that walking trash!”
“I’m not trying to get back together.”
“Save the lies for someone who’ll believe you.”
“I’m serious. I just have check on him.”
“No, you don’t.”
“He was so sad Elain, he almost drunk himself to death!”
“That man was cheating on you, he can jump of a cliff an I won’t care! Give me the phone.”
“No.”
“Give it to me!”
“No!”
Azriel rolled his eyes watching them struggle like two toddlers battling for the best toy. The “fight” didn’t last long, not when Elain was willing to stick a wet finger in her friend’s ear to gain advantage. He didn't know whether to be impressed or disgusted with how far she was willing to go, and he wasn't the only one.
“Oh my God, you’re disgusting!” Nuala complained, rubbing her ear raw.
“And you are welcome.” Elain replied, turning the phone off and sticking it inside her shirt.
With a sigh, Nuala sat on the stair, hiding her head between her knees, the photographer soon following her steps, wrapping an arm around her friend. The scene seemed too personal for him to be watching, yet Azriel could not walk way without listening to all of it, not when he and Nuala seemed to have so much in commom.
Trying to give them a bit of privacy he turned his back to the railing and sat down. In normal circunstance he would never he sat in an unwkown dirty floor, but his day had been long, and Azriel was tired. The kinds of tiredness that reachs the soul. He did his best not to touch anything that wasn't necessarie.
“He will change," he heard Nuala reasoning. “He promised.”
“He always does, and he never changes. No one change for others, you know that.”
“What if he meant it this time?”
“What if he doesn’t?" A bit of silenced filled the staircase. "Will you spend the rest of your life catering for him? Being unhappy just to stay beside him?” At that, Nuala lifted her head. “Honey, that man doesn’t love. If he really loved you, he would not be terrorizing you, he wouldn’t hurt you, and he wouldn’t pretend to be hurt just to get your attention. You don’t do this to people you love Nuala.”
Nuala groaned, the weight of the words washing over her.
“If he doesn’t love me, why won’t he let me go?"
I know the feeling, Azriel thought on the upper floor.
"He has to love me at least a little bit, right?”
“You know why he won’t leave you alone? Because now that you dumped his useless ass he realized how much you did for him, how much easier you turned his life. In his mind, he can treat you as badly as he wants and you will never leave, because you don’t love yourself enough to leave, but you love him enough to stay even if it makes you unhappy.”
The women stayed silent for a while, Azriel absorbing the words that weren’t meant for him but might as well had been. To love someone more than you love yourself was a dreadful curse to carry.
“I miss him.”
Azriel paused, pensive. Did he missed Mor? Inside him there was long, a long he couldn't quite comprehend or classify. He was so tired of being manipulated and dismissed, so tired of being taken for granted, tired of being alone, still, Azriel missed being in love, and Morrigan was the only woman he had ever loved. But did he miss Mor? Azriel wasn't so sure anymore.
“I know, darling." Elain soothing voice found him again. "You won’t miss him forever, I promise. Give it time Nuala, it sounds cliché but time heals all things, it will heal you too, you’ll see.”
Another moment of silence, then,
"I think to have to keep my phone for a little longer.”
“I know.”
“Don’t let me call him.”
“I won’t.”
“Christ, I can’t believe I’m having a meltdown at work.”
“I know.” Elain laughed. “I’m so gonna make fun of you later. Come one, let’s get back. The busier you are, the less you’ll think about that waste of oxygen, come." Her voice began to feel further. "By the way, Nu, you should try Crushland, is a wonderful problem-solver.”
“And stay hidden behind plants to thirst after Cass? No, thank you.”
“Ugh, shut up. I told you I wasn’t hiding, I was passing by.”
“Sure you were.”
A door opened and closed and then the girls were gone, leaving Azriel behind. His phone rang, Morrigan’s name in capital letters screaming at him to pick up. He starred at it until the screen shut down again.
Turning his device off completely, Azriel stood. He rearrenged his tie, using the linen handkerchief safely tucked in his brest pocket to clean the dirt from hist pants. His eyes followed the material, suddely remembering this particular piece had been a gift from Mor. Azriel took a deep breath, ehxaling slowly, Elain's words replaying on his ming. The busier you are, the less you’ll think about that it. Usually, Azriel would be the first one to disagree with Elain. This time he hopped she was correct.
Reentering the halls of the building, Azriel discharged the handkerchief in the nearest bin, thinking back to the one piece of the conversation that he had not understood at all.
“What the fuck is crushland…” he muttered to himself.
DAY 185
There was a she he didn't want to think about.
And there was a she who would not leave his mind.
To Azriel Marino, Elain Archeron’s mind was a chaotic mess. Well, at least he supposed it was, since he was yet to see her having a linear line of thoughts or exhibit traits of an organized person. And he would know if she had, because Azriel had been paying a lot of attention to Elain since he accidently listen to her conversation.
Going against instinct was hard, but he tried his best to follow the stolen advices. Since that faitful day, Azriel reseted his phone without bothering to save any prior conversation, photo or information on it, switched numbers - both personal and professional - forced himself to develop a new distribution strategy to raise the number os sales, reached for a couple friends that he hadn't catch up with in years, and suspended Morrigan from the list of preaproved guests of his building.
The last action was proving to be a bit tricky since his brother lived on the same place in a different floor, Mor using the opportunit to pretend to visit Cassian and go bang straight on Azriel doors. To his credit he had been doind an excelent job of playing dead in these situation, but it was getting embarassing to pretend not being home when he was a grown asss adult. Should he move? Fuck.
The first days were rough, the suicide threat hunting his dreams. Azriel did his best not to fall, focusing in rebuilding his days without placing Mor at the center of his life, focusing his efforts in fully reviving the magazine instead. These days most of their revenue came from the digital market, but Azriel was determinate to ignite people's love for paper again. There was a certain finesse and class to the final result of a printed magazine that bright ipad screen couldn't compete with. The more he tried to revive this tradition, the less he found himself fixating about Mor.
From the confines of his office, he watched Elain's back as she worked editing some shots. Her advice was solid. Time was indeed a good healer, Azriel being the one that have never gave into it, not entirely. He wondered if she would be proud of how well he managed to follow her lead. Would she praise him? From his observations, Elain was the type to praise every trivial achievement her friends would share with her. Except for his. Not that he had ever shared anything with her. Elain and Azriel weren't friends.
He obsessed over the wrapper one last time, breathing in courage and marching to deliver it.
In his hands Azriel held a Remus 1.5x Full Frame Anamorphic 5 Lens Set all wrapped in pink. He had no inkling about professional lenses quality, but he had seen Elain daydreaming about this particular set once or twice, her computer screen stuck on the specs as she gushed to Nuala or Miguel about inumerous advantages only she seemed to follow. It is a working tool, he would say, to keep improving the magazine's quality.
Truth was the gift was a hidden thank you and a quiet peace offer.
Elain could be a mouthy thing with a questionable wardrobe and an inexplicable supply of energy for someone who disliked coffee, but over the last months Azriel learned that she was also insightful and very considerate, qualities he had failed to apreciate for they could never interact for long without fighting. During their weekly meeting Elain mostly kept to herself, scketing scenarios and playing with possible color gradientes as she dropped a terrible joke here and there, quickly associating which agencies would have the best catalog of models for the monthly issue, humming as she pinned the name to vision bord. When they were in the shooting set her other persona would come out, bossy and stern, not afraid to shout orders at anyone, not even him. Azriel was trying to learn not to interfere with her on set, still, he would razzle her sometimes, unable to stop himself from trying to be in control.
Once he stopped antagonizing her, Azriel realized their goal was the same: do a good job. That's why he suggested Cassian should hire Elain as their official photographer instead of keeping her as backcall freelancer. Elain was too good not to keep. And since she appeared to be a good friend to every one in this office, maybe, just maybe, he and Elain didn't have to be in each other's throat all the time. Maybe they could even be… well, not friends, he didn't know her personally enough for that, but they could be work colleagues. Good colleagues.
They had a couple traits in common, and Azriel was perfectly capable of using them to befriend her.
Or maybe he wasn't.
Azriel’s nose wrinkled on its on as he approached mess scatarred across the wood top that once upon a time, was a desk. Now old food wraps covered half of it, and so did empty cups (which were probably responsible for the stains on the wood); the other half was occupied by cut outs from magazines and multicolored folders, pictures of clothes, places and people that she would somehow turn into an idea.
A shiver ran down his spin, making him physicaly shake in place to get rid of it. His mind would never function properly in this kind of working space. Just thinking about putting his laptop on this desk made his skin crawl. Not surprisingly, her camera was the only item in a proper place, with no garbage nearby, safely secure in a bag and carefully placed on a lower shelf.
If there was one thing, Azriel knew about Elain was that she loved her camera.
And apparently, his brother.
Unaware of his presence, Elain hunched over her phone like a goblin, an old photograph of a shirtless Cassian posing by a waterfall occupying the entirety of her screen. If Elain was trying to be subtle about her crush, she was doing a terrible job of it. By now, he was sure everyone in this department knew she had a thing for his brother.
Well, she was a single woman and his brother was a single man... Still, Azriel didn't like the way her eyes would lite up around Cass, how easily they would slip into casualty and conversation, how she'd play with her hair and smile brightly at him, how her voice would be sweeter and higher than normal, or how they would share the same wave length for flirty jokes and heavily sexual innuendos. He hated those jokes. Hated that insufferable immodest bond that they seemed to share so effortlessly.
Why did they need to be laughing so much around each other? It was annoying and juvenile.
Sick of watching her ridiculous hobby, Azriel lowered himself till his lips were nearly touching the shell of her ear.
“Online stalking can also be considered a form of working harassment.”
Elain nearly jumped from her chair.
“Jesus Christ!” she squealed, holding her phone to her chest.
“Nope, just your boss. About to file an HR complain with you name on it.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
“You can’t complain about me, I wasn’t stalking you.”
“So you admit you were stalking.”
“I wasn’t stalking, it was a Facebook memory!” She defended herself, cheeks reds as a tomato.
Azriel watched her. Elain wasn’t the shy blushy type.
In fact, in all those months working with her he hadn’t saw her face red unless she was very angry (usually with him). Elain blushing was kind of… cute. Her heated cheeks matching the soft cherry blossom shade of her lips. Azriel was yet to see Elain with heavy make up on, her daily pattern cosisting in sunscreen, a bit of foundation and lots of gloss. He could tell her lips were the area she liked to play with the most, testing different shades of red and pink that seemed to match her mood. Sometimes they seemed the color of rose buds, sometimes they were closer to cherry red, most times they were glossy and sparkling, and sometimes he stared at them more than he should, so engrossed in the way they moved he forgot to pay attention to what she was saying. Like now.
"–and Cass befriend me," she continued. "Now facebook is reminding me that I accidently liked his old picture, and my phone died, and I couldn’t undo it, and he saw! Which was sooo embarrassing I wanted to die. When I explained he just laughed on my face and liked a really ugly picture of me from high school in return, but I’m not stalking your brother.”
Azriel simple staring at her.
Mistaking his silence for doubt, she repeated herself. “I’m not!”
For some unknown reason, knowing she was blushing because of his brother unsettled him. Azriel knew Cassian well. A girl like Elain: pretty, young, and full of fire, was like a flame ready to attract his moth of a brother. Cassian was fast to be interested in girls like her, and even faster to grew bored of them.
"Don’t let my brother fool you, Archeron. He’ll break your heart.”
A slight frown took over her features.
"I can take care of myself, Marino."
"If you say so."
His mood soured.
Pulling a couple napkings from his pocket, Azriel pushed a few cups aside, cleaning a spot on the desk where he unceremoniously placed the gift upon, not bothering to explain what it was or what was it for, Elain's frown going from annoyed to confused as she watched him dissapair back into his office.
One minute latter her scream filled the entire floor, a scream followed by,
"Thank you, Marino! Thank you! I'll preserve it and use it wisely! Thank you!!!!"
Azriel bit a smile down, too perturbed by his own emotions to enjoy her reaction properly.
That day he realized something important about himself.
Something somewhat unsettling.
In his arduous quest to forget Morrigan, Azriel found himself thinking of a different woman entirely, a woman he had no business paying attention to, a woman infatuated with his brother. A woman who, unknown to himself, had began to drawn him to her crazy way of seeing the world, beguiling him to do something he had never done in his life.
Beguiling him act on a whim.
DAY 309
"When the clock strike midnight, I'll leave this old pinning Elain behind and make out with the first man that looks my way." Elain announced puffing her chest.
If someone asked him what possessed him to meddle in Elain's imaginary love life, he wouldn’t be able to tell. And if someone had told him her love life would turn into his love life, he would have laugh himself hoarse. But there he was, kissing her instead.
His fingers twisted in her hair and Azriel felt Elain growing lax against him, the frailest of whimpers escaping her throat as his tongue slid inside her mouth, the passionate slow kiss they shared at the strike of fireworks announcing midnight making his heart pound and his head throb.
He pulled away first, slight embarrassed by how rusted his tempo was, his breath frenetic and out of place as he struggled to fill his lungs with air. Elain didin't seem to care, chasing him closer as his head moves away. Azriel kept her at bay, the fist tightly wound in her hair holding her back. To calm himself he kissed her jawline; once, twice, thrice, his breath still erratic, agitated. For fucks sakes, why was he feeling so frenetic from kissing while seated?! God, his was out of shape. A kiss to a pulsing vein on her throat and Azriel came back to earth. He had descendent more than he meant, more than it was appropriated for a couple in an open public space.
His mind was a whirlwind of chaos and something very unexpected; want. Want hited him out of nowhere. The reality of what he’s done sinking in. He kissed Elain. He had kissed Elain Archeron and he liked it. Slowly, he disentangles his fingers from her hair, putting distance between their bodies, the soft hand with manicured nails, that were twisting the front of his shirt, letting him go, dropping back to her lap.
"Feeling in love yet?" the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s making a constipated expression. Jesus, Cassianism was beginning to rub on him.
The insult doesn’t land quite right with his voice coming out way breathier than before. Shit. The kiss was supposed to be a provocation. Azriel intended to give her a peck and prove her so called 'resolution' was bullshit.
Once again her crazy rambling appeared to be constructed on solid base, the young mouthy brat proving she was way more experienced in understanding relationships than him, even he was the only one between that had 10 years of experience to acount for.
When he approached Elain's lonely sullen self on the beanbag Azriel handn't meant to kiss her. Misery was the emotion bringing them close, not lust!
I'll just warn her off, he had told himself, simply console her that Cassian wasn't that big of a loss, that migling with him would amount to anything big in the end. Despite their constant disagreements, Elain was hardworking and passionate about her job, and Azriel would hate to lose an efficient employee because his brother couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. A pretty lie his mind carved to give him an excuse to approach her. Seeing Morrigan on his brother's arms was a blown on his progress of forgeting her, and no one here but Elain would be able pro properly share that misery with him.
Azriel was already miserable with himself for waking up sharing a hotel bed with Mor on the night before. In his defense, he had no idea how that happened. Fucking hell, one minute he was visiting a new pub with a friend, the next she was there in his face. He ignored her the best he could, drinking more than he should, his low tolerance for alcohol soon making his wasted. He remember Caleb called calling a cab, hands helping him inside the car, flashes on the elevator and her. No matter how loudly he reprehended or pushed her she did not bulgde.
No matter how hard he tried, Azriel could not remember bedding her, but the evidence was there, their clothes scattered across the room, his coat hung over some chair, a used condom beside his shoe. Fucking idiot, that's what he was. So much effort. So much effort for fucking nothing. No, he would not go down this road again.
It's fine, he thought pulling his pants on, it was a slip, a mistake he would not do again. From now on if he happen to frequent the same space as her Azriel would leave. Being confrontational have never worked with her, Morrigan's habilites to bend him surprising even Azriel. And then she appeared dating his fucking brother not even 24 hours aftwards, the same smiling idiot brother who claimed to have been dating her for months now.
His life was joke.
And so was Elain's.
She didn't know it, but Azriel had watched her pathetic attempt to confess her feelings after the Christmas party, feelings way to pure to be wasted on his heartless brother.
When Elain said her drunken goodbyes and waddled to the elevator, Azriel sat his drink aside and followed on the next one. He doubt she would be able to catch a cab by herself. Turned out she didn't have too, because Cassian had reached her before him, his tall frame nearly hidding Elain from view, a mass of honey curls peeking from his left side.
"I like you," she grabed the front of his shirt for support. "Lainy, don't do this." "Like, really, reaally like you... I think about you all the time." “Oh Lainy, this wouldn’t work.” His brother's voice disperse from where he stood untangling her fingers from the hand-painted shirt Elain had gifted him as secret santa. “We could try," she began shyly, nose red and eyes gliterry from champaign, her own gift - a knitted red scarf, wrapped around her neck. "You don't know it yet, but I'm a great girlfriend," she hiccuped slightly, "I can twerk on it." "You mean swear on it?" "That too." Cassian laughed. "I wouldn't work," he repeted. "Why not?" “You seem like a flowers and chocolate kind of girl, and I don't do flowers and chocolate." Elain was silent for a moment, thinking. "What if I'm lactose intolerant? I won't need that." Cassian ruffed a laugh. "You eat dairy all the time." "Uuurgh, what's wrong with flowers and chocolate? Everybody likes them." "I don't. They bore me. We're better like this, it's not everyday a tight little thing like you has a sense of humor, let's not mess that up, huh. Enough talking now, you're a goner. Give me your phone, I'll uber you."
If his love history with Morrigan wasn't so chaotic, Azriel would have notice that normal Cassian would never have pass to chance to have easy sex with a girl infatuated with him. But his love life sucked and Azriel did not notice, too busy moping about his latest stupid choice as he watched Cassian parading around and introducing Morrigan as his girlfriend, making him feel shittier than ever. Not only he had crawled back into her arms willingly, he had also betrayed his brother.
Fuck his life.
His phone blipped, an incoming message from an unsaved number.
Meet me at mine in 40 minutes.
And now she had his number again.
Fuck his life twice.
When did she get his number? Damn it. He stared at the other texts ignores throgh the day.
why did u leave??? we need to talk call me back enough is enough az i think the condom broke, call me asap
Nothing had broken, and he sure as hell was not calling her. She had used that excuse to reach him before, more than once, which was why he make sure to check it before leaving the hotel. A small hive of bees stabed his spine. He need to leave her presence that instant. Sighing, Azriel took Elain's hand and darted inside de house, searching for an empty room, having to make do with a filthy bathroom when he found none, wandering into another demented conversation with Elain before he could get to the point he wanted.
Her countdown speech had been stupid, but he was out of good ideas to try, and hell would be damned if he would crawl back to Morrigan again.
"Listen, I have a proposition to you. You want to get over my brother, and I want to get over her. I hate to admit, but that crazy talk about a lover might be exactly what I need to move on. What we need. So, instead of doing weird things with strangers, let's help each other, let's date and move on." The words poured out of him fast, courage threatening to leave at any moment.
Elain just stood there, paralyzed, silent, eyes big as saucers. Azriel had no memory of ever seeing her so quiet, but a yappy Elain going mute probably wasn't a good sign.
"Date me, Elain. Date me and I'll date you."
"Why - why me?" She asked in a small voice. "You say you don't hate me, but you don't like me either. We are not friends."
Good, a question. He could work with questions. Azriel was great with quizzes.
"I'm not my brother, I don't like one-nights, it's impersonal and I detest strangers in my space. It's hard for me to connect with people I don't know. You, I know you - you get on my nerves, but that’s just who you are as a person, I've learned to live with that. And kissing you... I enjoyed kissing you more than I anticipated.”
Her eyes cast down, cheeks growing warmer at the mention of their kiss. Azriel kissed her there, right on the bright pink cheek, starting close to her ear to make a line till the corner of her mouth where he nib the skin with intent, his nose desapearing in her soft flesh.
"You said to do different, right?"
She agreed wordlessly.
"Could you imagine me having a heart-to-heart, in a filthy bathroom, with you, of all people? This is me doing different."
Gently, he grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her again, pouring all his attention in Elain and Elain only.
Azriel wouldn't lie, their midnight kiss had been awkward at first, stiffy. Azriel wasn't used to kissing someone he had never managed to maintain a civilized conversation with. Truth be told, Azriel wasn't used to kiss anyone that was not Mor. Once the initial shock waved out, Azriel found himself enjoying the kiss, quickly learning the way Elain liked to be kissed, gently angling her head when their noses bumped, hissing at the sharp nib of teeth sinking in his bottom lip, goosebumps rising as her tongue moved over it to soothe the pain, moving slowly over his tongue next.
Kissing Elain was like nothing he had ever done; kissing her was impulsive, electric... disrupting. It made he feel… something, the sparkle of a feeling that had been dormant for so long he didn't know how to name it anymore. Passionate hands closed round his neck and hair, a sharp tug urging him to move where she wanted, guiding the kiss to her liking.
Elain kissed Azriel as if he was the last man to love in the world, kissed him as if she would never want to kiss anyone else. And Azriel found himself liking that very much.
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DHD: Stargate coordinates lead to [DC Comics-based dimension of your choice]
(as per messages, they are going somewhere not DC....)
The Malp showed that P-zero-K-EEE had a breathable atmosphere, decently variable temperature within acceptable range for visiting, and spectacular stone ruins. None of it looked familiar to Teal'c
"Should be fun," Jack said, putting an extra tissue packet in his pocket for Daniel. Even with the allergy medications, the poor guy could really sneeze up a storm after gate travel.
"I can't wait to get a closer look at some of those fallen statues. They could give us an idea of what, if any, goa'uld have been there, but also so much about the civilization that existed there... If they had stoneworking technology long enough ago that--"
"Save it for after we get planetside and you actually see these rocks," Jack advised.
The trip through the Stargate was a jolt, as always. Only it usually took mere moments, and ended with the team on solid, or solid enough, footing.
This time, the journey continued as everyone plunged from the sky.
"Brace," Sam called a moment before they hit the sand.
Teal'c rolled up onto an elbow. "Hm."
"Hm?" Jack groaned, sitting up himself. "That's all you got? Is hm?"
"A fall like that should have killed us." Teal'c replied. "I am uncertain as to why it didn't."
"Oh, look." Sam pointed skyward. A massive dark spiral hung over the top of a mountain, spitting bits of lightning. "That thing must have interfered with the Stargate."
"What is it?" Jack asked.
"Well, sir, if I knew, I wouldn't have called it 'that thing', now would I?"
"She's got a point," Daniel pointed out, sneezing sand out of his nose. "No sign of the Stargate or Dial Home Device, but obvious signs of civilization..." he gestured to the dock, a single moored rowboat and shack, and in the distance, a bit of smoke over the trees and hills. "Probably a town..."
"Hello!" called a voice. A man in a white coat and purple hat ran down what had to be a path towards them, panting. "Are you alright? I saw you fall from the sky."
"We did do that." Teal'c said.
"Are you all alright?" the man asked.
"Peachy," Jack said.
"I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson," Daniel intervened. "Sorry, could you tell us where we are? And if you've seen a Stargate--that is, a big--"
The man cut him off with an answer. "You're on Prelude Beach, of course. My, you are an odd bunch. Such unusual clothing!"
"Sure," Sam agreed. "Now, about the Stargate...?"
"Stargate," the man repeated. "I can't say that I've ever heard of that. Stars...Celestial... oh! Do you mean the Celestica ruins?"
"Yes!" Daniel grabbed on. "Could you take us there?"
"First, could you tell us your name?" Jack said, pointedly.
"I'm Professor Laventon. And...I would, but I'm quite busy with my own research right now. Speaking of-- oh, dear." He looked around, as if trying to spot something.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"Three of the pokemon I was studying seem to have eluded me. Again. Would you mind helping me gather them?"
Jack coughed. Everyone turned to glance at him, sidelong.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Pokemon? Like... Pikachu?"
"I haven't managed to catch a pikachu for my studies yet," the professor said, a little down cast.
"What is a pokemon, and how is it that you know of them, Colonel O’Neill?" Teal'c asked.
"I don't," Jack said, his voice tight.
"Oh, they're the little... creature...things." Sam said, frowning. "I think they were on a box of poptarts Cassandra had last time I babysat."
The professor beamed. "They are fascinating creatures, indeed! I do not know what a pop tart is. I'm after three of them, but I'm simply... not as skilled at this as I'd like to be. my hand-eye coordination....eh." he wiggled a hand. "Would any of you assist me? I'm sure I can convince the commander to give us an escort to the Coronet Highlands and the ruins if you help with the pokedex project..."
"Pokedex?" Daniel asked.
"Yes! a collection of studies and notes on the habits and abilities of all kinds of pokemon to be found in Hisui! I have some, of course, already, but it's not proving to be a very easy task. I was studying a rowlet, cyndaquil, and oshawott, but.."
Teal'c surveyed the grassy field to the right. "Do you mean the creature that appears to be an owl, made spherical?"
"Yes! That's rowlet. Oh, could you catch her for me?"
Teal'c rolled up his sleeves.
"Oh for cryin' out loud, with a pokeball," Jack said.
"A what, sir?" Sam asked.
"The thing that guy's got--sorry, professor Laverton, was it? The--thing--"
"Laventon," the professor said offering Teal'c a small reddish orb. "It's a new invention. You simply throw it at the pokemon and--well, something happens. They appear to shrink down and sit comfortably inside!"
He passed out the remaining orbs.
"So we catch these three, uh, pokemon," Daniel clarified, "and then you take us to the Ruins?"
"After we talked to the head of the survey corps. And probably some lunch. And I can secure housing for you! the village really could use more--"
"Oh, we're not staying long," Jack said.
"I have caught the rowlet," Teal'c announced. Not to be out done, Sam searched for one of the other creatures, a shrew looking creature that somehow produced fire from its back and caught it.
"Amazing," she said, opening the pokeball to look at the creature. "How does it do that?"
"That, my dear, is exactly what I'm trying to figure out," the Professor said, clapping Daniel on the shoulder when he managed to drop a pokeball directly on the clown-otter-thing's head. "This way to the village, come with me.”
"Oh," Jack said. "We are staying long. Great."
(note: using the show’s timeline place the events of the movie in the year 1996, which makes it theoretically, technically possible for Jack’s dead son to have been interested in pokemon right when it started to be a thing)
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The Dragon & The Griffon: The Ripple in the Path
The Dragon & The Griffon: Where the Path Leads- A Taste, The Beginning of the Path
Summary: Takes place a week and 1 month after Irene Atreides gives birth to Amina Targaryen.
Warnings: Bene Gesserit schemes, mentions of death, foreboding feelings, unease, tense environments, and a simple planet named Draconis (hehe my brain hurt too much to come up with a more complex name for the Targaryen planet, so do not come for me please ❤️😂)
A/N: This took a while to write. There were a lot of ideas and so much to filter through. Not to mention getting the details right or making it feel seamless. Hope you enjoy! ❤️ Revised 9/7/2024, 9/9/2024
The Reverend Mother's Unease - A Week After Irene’s Passing - Reverend Mother’s Chambers
The dimly lit chamber of the Reverend Mother was thick with the heavy scent of incense, its smoky tendrils curling around the ancient stone walls and faded tapestries. Each breath pulled the weight of the room deeper into her lungs, mingling the aromas of burning resins, candle wax, and a hint of spice. Seated in her high-backed chair, the Reverend Mother’s eyes were half-closed, her face calm and inscrutable as if carved from the very stone surrounding her. But beneath her composed exterior, a flicker of unease simmered, hidden yet unmistakable.
The silence of the room was broken by the creak of the chamber door. An emissary entered, his steps careful and his face drawn, shadows stretching behind him in the flickering light. He bowed deeply, his voice strained as he delivered his news. “Reverend Mother, urgent word from Draconis. Lady Irene has given birth to a child—a daughter of House Targaryen. And… all the sisters sent with her have been killed.”
The Reverend Mother’s expression did not waver, but the atmosphere in the room thickened, charged with tension. She remained silent, letting the words sink in. Irene’s mission had been unequivocal: infiltrate House Targaryen and eradicate its last remnants. Instead, Irene had not only failed but had birthed a child of Targaryen blood, and the sisters sent to ensure the mission’s success were all dead. A chilling ripple of unease coursed through the Reverend Mother. The implications were vast and dangerous.
She drew a slow, measured breath, her senses reaching out into the vast, unseen currents of the universe. A faint shiver ran through her, a sensation that was neither fear nor surprise but a deeper, more unsettling awareness—an understanding that something fundamental had shifted, altering the fabric of fate itself. There was a disturbance, an ancient power stirring that she could not yet fully grasp, and it was tied to the birth of this unexpected child.
Her gaze turned to the intricate tapestries that adorned the walls, each thread a silent testament to the Bene Gesserit’s long, calculated rise to power. But now, the once-familiar patterns seemed to writhe and shift in the dim light, vibrating with a dissonance that mirrored her inner turmoil. House Targaryen, nearly extinguished, had defied them. This was not just a failure; it was a harbinger of a larger, more perilous struggle.
“How did the sisters die?” she asked, her voice sharp and controlled, though a shadow of anger tinged her words.
The emissary hesitated, his eyes darting nervously. “It was swift and precise. The reports are conflicting, but it seems as though the planet itself rose against them. A force beyond what we anticipated… something ancient.”
The Reverend Mother’s eyes narrowed. The sisters sent to Draconis were among the best, their loyalty and skills beyond question. Their deaths were not just a setback but a sign that House Targaryen had defenses they could not have foreseen. Worse, the birth of this child—whose name was still unknown—was an ominous twist, a new variable in a game the Bene Gesserit had thought they controlled.
She summoned her closest advisors, who entered the chamber with urgency, their faces etched with concern. They bowed before her, sensing the gravity of the situation. “We cannot allow this to derail our plans,” she commanded, her voice cutting through the tension. “Increase surveillance. Strengthen our networks. This child must be watched at all costs. We are dealing with a resurgence that is more than a mere complication—it is a threat to everything we have built.”
The advisors nodded, retreating swiftly to carry out her orders. Left alone, the Reverend Mother stared at the dying embers in the braziers, her mind racing with calculations. The unknown daughter of Irene Atreides and Daeylor Targaryen posed a threat unlike any they had faced before—a convergence of power and bloodlines that could tip the balance of the universe itself.
She could feel the tremors of change deep in her bones. This child’s birth was not a mere defiance of their plans but a declaration of something far more profound. The Bene Gesserit would need to act with swift and unyielding force to contain this threat before it consumed them all. For now, the Reverend Mother did not know the child's name, but she knew that whatever it was, it carried with it a legacy that could not be ignored.
The Message Arrives - Caladan, Duke Leto’s Study - A Month After Irene’s Passing
Duke Leto Atreides sat in his study, surrounded by dark wood and the quiet dignity of a room steeped in tradition. Maps and books lined the walls, their edges flickering in the muted glow of candlelight. The restless sea beyond the stained glass windows mirrored his turbulent thoughts. The heavy oak door creaked open, and a messenger entered, his expression grim. He approached with a deep bow, the gravity of his message evident in every line of his posture.
“Duke Leto,” the messenger began, voice tight. “I bring word from Draconis. Your sister, Lady Irene, has passed… but not before giving birth to a daughter of House Targaryen.”
Leto’s fingers tightened around the armrest of his chair, the wood creaking under the sudden pressure. Rising slowly, he moved as if bracing against a heavy weight. The usual quiet hum of the study felt stifling, each breath dense with the unspoken loss. Irene’s absence hit like a cold wind, stripping the room of its familiar warmth.
He stared into the crackling fire, flames dancing with a restless energy that mirrored the storm brewing within him. Irene’s death was a wound he had not anticipated—more than just a loss, it was a fracture in the foundation of House Atreides. Yet amid the grief, a spark remained: Irene had left behind a daughter, a merging of Atreides and Targaryen blood.
Leto moved to the map of the universe, his gaze tracing the lines that connected Caladan to distant, hostile worlds. The implications of his sister’s child swirled in his mind. This was no ordinary birth; it was a bridge between two powerful but isolated houses. Where others might see danger, Leto saw potential—an uncharted path that could redefine alliances and power.
The Targaryens, formidable and fiercely independent, had long been a looming presence. But now, with the birth of Irene’s daughter, they were no longer untouchable. Leto knew this was a chance to shift the balance, to turn an unpredictable situation into an advantage for House Atreides. He crossed to his desk, pulling a fresh sheet of parchment, the quill scratching across the surface as he penned his thoughts with urgency.
He crafted his words carefully, expressing grief for his sister’s loss while hinting at the possibility of a future bound by shared blood. This was not just an offer of condolence—it was a proposal for dialogue, a subtle yet unmistakable gesture toward a potential alliance. Leto’s mind worked like a seasoned strategist, weighing every phrase, every implication, setting the stage for a new chapter.
Sealing the letter with the Atreides sigil, Leto summoned the messenger, watching as the wax cooled, solidifying his intentions. As the letter was whisked away, he returned to his chair, eyes fixed on the fire. The flames seemed to flicker with renewed purpose, reflecting his resolve.
Leto’s thoughts turned inward, assessing the risks. The Targaryens were known for their pride and suspicion, and any overture could be met with defiance. But Leto was no stranger to navigating perilous waters. This was more than just a personal loss; it was an opportunity to turn the tides in favor of his house. Irene’s daughter, a living symbol of both families, could be the key to a future where House Atreides thrived, not just through power but through unexpected unity.
As the fire crackled softly, Leto made a silent vow: to honor his sister by forging ahead, transforming potential threat into opportunity. House Atreides had always been adaptable, and resilient in the face of shifting sands. Now, with this new connection to House Targaryen, Leto saw the future clearly—a path lit by the unyielding flame of his family’s will and the promise that Irene’s legacy would not fade into darkness.
A/N: if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! If you’d like to be tagged just shoot a comment and ask! Please comment your thoughts, like and reblog ❤️❤️
Taglist: @aoi-targaryen, @mysticalpandora, @storiesfromafan
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JC!!!!!!!
I loved the update ommmg. I love how different the route is. Your variations are beautiful. From MCs sister to choosing if we were married before. I adored it.
I died of embarrassment at spilling the wine because bruhhhhh. I also just loved the description of MC telling them everything wrong with the security in the palace. It made me alil smug for my MC 😍
I hate the stupid creepy priest! Death to his dumbass 💀😭
I have a question tho. So seeing as we can choose our sexuality. How are same sex couples viewed in the kingdom? Should i expect some bullshit from people? And also how would that apply to the King especially. It's a two part question.
1. Could they marry someone of the same gender? Especially when it comes to shit like carrying on bloodlines being so important to nobles 😒 or would he have to take on a concubine 🙄 imagine your husband going to go sleep with some random chick while you wait for him to come back. Kill me please 😭😭😭
But i know that's how some things just are.
2. How would they react to an MC on the thief background especially romancing the king. Bet the nobles would loooooovvveeeeee that!
Okay I'm so sorry for this longass message 🫣🫣🫣
Oh you read it! ^^ I was awaiting your comment with bated breath O.O (lol jk..... or am I? o.o)
I put some variations in the code that are unique to every origin :D For example the noble has the widower variable, the thief has the option to have higher dreams in life, the captain will be able to decide if they are a war veteran, and I haven't decided the priest yet (:
Now I'm gonna go on a huge ramble about the marriage/sexuality, so I'll put it under a wrap 😅 You don't have to read it unless you are interested lol cuz it's gonna be looong... (consider yourself warned)
Okay, so according to my knowledge, in Ancient Egypt, married life and sexuality in general was a bit of a taboo in public. You could do whatever you wanted, at home, in private. We have a lot of documents from that time that describe that couples were actually very affectionate towards each other and had a healthy sex life, but they didn't really make it a big deal in public. (unless you were gossiping with your bff maybe)
Marriage wasn't a very official thing either, like it is now. They didn't really have weddings. When the bride moved in with the groom, they signed a contract, and bang, they were considered married. Anyone could get a divorce too. The most popular reason was infertility or cheating, but women could initiate divorce as well based on whatever reason.
Now, a lot of historians in the past (and even today) would look at an ancient document describing f.ex. "two women living together with a child and a cat", and they would go 'aww they must have been such good friends'. Like...... you know....? Friends. Riiiight...
On that note, no, people in the story won't give you crap about it because it always happened, in every age, we just nowadays tend to make it into this huge deal, as if everything other than heterosexuality has just been invented yesterday. A lot of ancient societies were so much more accepting than we are today. (just think of the Greek or Romans)
The carrying on the bloodline thing is an interesting question. There is a funny debate between historians about Ramesses II's children. Because according to original sources, he had around a hundred. They all had the title 'prince' or 'princess', and others like 'Beloved Son of the King', 'Beloved Daughter' and stuff like that. Most historians think that proves that they were all biological children. Others say he might have just adopted a lot of kids and gave them the title. We can't know for certain which one is true. It could be a mix.
In my not-expert opinion, if Egyptians accepted divorce and stuff, they probably accepted full-on adoption as well. Even as an 'official' way to continue a bloodline. Nobles could have one official wife, plus keep concubines if they wished (IF they wished, they didn't necessarily do it), then the couple had the option to 'adopt' any kid from a concubine and raise them as their own. We also know for certain that an heir didn't have to be even related to the king to inherit the throne. This didn't happen often, but it happened. (Ramesses I was just a friend of the previous king f.ex.)
This problem won't come up with Narmer though because he already has an adult child. And the noble MC is a thirdborn, their older siblings all have children, so the bloodline is already secured. Captain MC has two mothers, living together, like "very good friends" *wink wink*. Priest MC is an orphan.
For your second question, most of the story is going to take place on the road, sort of like a quest thing, and by the time MC & Co. come back to Thebes, MC won't be a 'nobody' anymore. I planned lots of different endings based on your previous choices, but rest assured, even if you play a thief origin, you can have a happy ending with Narmer. If you play a woman, he could even make you Queen Consort. For a guy or non-binary MC, he'll give you some bullshit title named 'Beloved Companion' or something and be done with it.
Sorry for the awfully long answer lol this is a subject I'm passionate about 😅 Thanks for reading and please continue to send messages! ^^
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A Colder Kind of Fire
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In a world where loyalty is currency and trust is a knife to the throat, Yannis Gailamas and Mirek Lebedev are elite operatives bound by a partnership as volatile as the missions they undertake. Yannis—cold, controlling, and carved from violence—meets his match in Mirek, a razor-tongued strategist whose icy composure hides a defiance no one has ever dared to wield against him.
Their dynamic is a war of quiet glances and unspoken threats, a push-and-pull of dominance and restraint. But when whispers of a rogue agent, Eidolon, begin unraveling the agency’s darkest secrets, Yannis and Mirek are forced to confront the dangerous truth: the greatest threat might not be the enemy in the shadows, but the fire igniting between them.
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Yannis Gailamas
Age: 32
Birthday: November 12
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Ethnicity: Greek-French
Height: 6'2" (188 cm)
Build: Lean but defined, wiry strength
Eyes: Dark amber, almost gold under certain light
Hair: Jet black, cropped neatly with a slight wave
Skin Tone: Olive-toned with occasional bruises and cuts
Dominant Hand: Right
Style: Tailored and militant—black trench coats, tactical boots, fitted shirts, leather gloves
Personality & Traits
✔ Calculating
✔ Possessive
✔ Ruthlessly intelligent
✔ Short-tempered
✔ Fiercely territorial
✔ Emotionally repressed
✔ Control-freak
Likes & Dislikes
✅ Likes:
The silence before a kill
Precision weapons
Mirek’s silences (though he'd never admit it)
Thunderstorms
Power dynamics
The idea of owning someone completely
❌ Dislikes:
Being disobeyed
Emotionally vulnerable conversations
Weakness in others (and in himself)
Disloyalty
Alcohol (it dulls his instincts)
Mirek ignoring him
Favorite Food:
Lamb souvlaki with tzatziki
Dark chocolate with sea salt
Strong, bitter espresso
A Line That Defines Him:
"Obey me or bleed—I don’t care which you choose, as long as you don’t walk away."
Mirek Lebedev
Age: 29
Birthday: March 2
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Ethnicity: Russian-Ukrainian
Height: 6'0" (183 cm)
Build: Toned, swimmer’s build with long limbs
Eyes: Steel grey
Hair: Ash brown, undercut with the top swept loosely
Skin Tone: Pale with a cool undertone
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (naturally left-handed)
Style: Minimalist—dark turtlenecks, gloves, long coats; always neat, almost too perfect
Personality & Traits
✔ Stoic
✔ Razor-tongued
✔ Intimidatingly calm
✔ Emotionally unreadable
✔ Sharp-witted
✔ Secretly nurturing (in strange ways)
✔ Willing to wound to protect his boundaries
Likes & Dislikes
✅ Likes:
Quiet mornings
Puzzles & cryptic messages
Watching Yannis unravel
Ice baths
Books on human psychology
Sweet milk tea
❌ Dislikes:
Being underestimated
Loud, impulsive people
Unnecessary bloodshed
Authority figures
Cigarette smoke
Being touched without consent
Favorite Food:
Honey cake (Medovik)
Black tea with condensed milk
Cold soba noodles
A Line That Defines Him:
"You want control, but I’m not afraid to make you bleed for it."
Extra Details & Their Dynamic
Yannis pushes; Mirek lets him—until he pushes back harder.
Their chemistry is explosive, shifting between violence and intimacy.
Mirek never raises his voice; his silence cuts deeper than shouting.
Yannis is obsessed with Mirek’s reactions—those rare moments when his mask cracks.
Mirek is the only one Yannis hasn’t been able to fully control—and it’s driving him mad.
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Um.... I found a random quote generator
Cat king: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.
Charles: Actually, Edwin is my favourite.
Cat king: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.
Edwin: Do you have a self-care routine?
Jenny: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.
Charles : Do you guys want to see a butterfly?
Niko: Ooh, yes please!
Jenny, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!
Charles: It's not a bug though...
Jenny: ...
Niko: ...
Jenny: Well I still don't want to see.
Niko, realizing: Please don't throw-
Charles : Whee! *throws a stick of butter*
Monty: Edwin keeps forgetting which WiFi network they're supposed to use.
Monty: So I renamed ours to "Edwin, use this one" to help them out a little.
Charles: How would you like your coffee?
Crystal : As dark and as bitter as my soul.
Charles, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!
Cat king: Fuck you.
Esther : No u.
Cat king: I'm down.
Esther : You're like 2, what the fuck-
Cat king: I AM NOT 2!
Cat king: Monty is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods.
Charles: Yes.
Crystal : You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me.
Monty: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed-
Charles: What truce?
Cat king: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone.
Esther : Wait, I'm a choir kid!
Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*
Squad reactions to being called straight:
Jenny: The fuck, no I'm not.
Edwin : Excuse the hell out of you?
Cat king: Ding dong, you are wrong!
Charles: Who told you that? And why did they lie?
Niko: Rude.
Esther : *punches the person*
Cat king: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!
Esther : At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Cat king: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?
Esther : Somehow that's worse
Jenny: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?
Monty: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?
Edwin: A stab wound.
Jenny: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.
Monty: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.
Niko: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?
Crystal : Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.
Niko: I just want someone to take me out.
Crystal : On a date?
Cat king: With a sniper gun?
Esther : Both if you're not a coward.
Esther : OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE!
Monty: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!
Cat king: Is this mistletoe?
Edwin: Uh, no, no, that is basil.
Cat king: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you.
Edwin: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.
Charles: You know what’s funny about Edwin? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.
Charles: I’ve only had Edwin for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
Cop: What are your names?
Esther: Don't tell them, Cat king.
Cop, writing: Cat king...
Esther: Crap.
Cat king: Nice going, Esther.
Cop:
Cat king: Uh oh.
Monty: I’m taking a look at your numbers, and it doesn’t look good. You have a lot of measurements. Quite a few variables.
Charles: Is that… bad?
Monty: Variables are the #1 risk factor for outcomes. The past is a big contributor to the future.
Charles: Isn’t that just causality?
Monty: Causality is the leading cause of death in this country.
Charles: So what are my odds?
Monty: Do you have a family history?
Charles: Of what?
Monty: Just, in general.
Charles: …Yes?
Monty: Oh no.
Niko, texting Edwin : *sends a voice message*
Edwin , texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?
Niko: No, don’t worry, just listen later.
*later*
Edwin : *presses play*
Niko's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-
Monty: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.
Esther , used to Monty being dumb: Sure...
Monty: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.
Esther : Okay?
Monty: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.
Esther :
Monty: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-
Esther : Jesus, that one is a little-
Jenny, interested: No, no, Monty, keep going.
Crystal : But we’re friends! I was building up to calling you a nickname soon!
Edwin: That’ll never happen! In fact, you just lost “Edwin” privileges. From now on, you can call me by my last name or ‘Hey, you.’.
Crystal : Come on, Edwin.
Edwin: *glares*
Crystal : Come on, Hey you.”
Crystal : That shirt looks great, Charles.
Charles: Thanks.
Crystal : But I bet it would look even better on Edwin's floor.
Edwin: Are you hitting on Charles... for me?
Cat king: What do we think of Monty?
*pause*
Charles: *sighs* Nice pal.
Crystal : I think they're gay.
Esther : What am I supposed to do?
Monty: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in.
Esther : I’m an atheist.
Monty: Then just get ready to die I guess
*playing twister*
Crystal : Right hand red.
Charles: *ends up on top of Edwin *
Edwin: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Crystal : I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice
Cat king: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?
Edwin: We're chopsticks!
Cat king: Well... that's cute!
Cat king: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?
Charles: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.
Monty: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Edwin: Sure!
Edwin: Whats your favorite color?
Monty, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?
Edwin: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows
Cat king, to Esther : All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.
Cat king: I’m a bad person, I’m a very bad person, I’m a horrible person.
The Squad:
Cat king: No you’re not, Cat king! We still love you, Cat king!
Esther : This should be illegal!
Jenny: It is.
Jenny: What scares you guys the most?
Charles: Werewolves!
Niko: Sharks.
Edwin: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.
Monty:
Monty: Edwin.
Charles: What do you think Cat king will do for a distraction?
Edwin: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.
*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
Edwin: ...or they could do that.
Charles: Pfft, you should meet Niko, they're such a tsundere.
Monty: They... they just stabbed you.
Charles: So cute.
Cat king: All in all, a 100% successful trip.
Niko: But we lost Esther .
Cat king: All in all, a 100% successful trip!
*Cat king falls over*
Monty: Cat king! Are you alright?
Cat king: Is that you, God?
Monty: What?
Cat king: It's just, you sound a lot more like Monty than I expected.
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How does Azriel currently see Elain and Gwyn? How will he see them in the future? How does Azriel currently see himself, and how will he see himself in the future? What would canon Elriel look like? What about canon Gwynriel?
The cards and I thank you for your questions!
Since there are so many sideways cards, I want to remind you that the way I interpret them is that either both the upright and reversed are the answer, or only one is and there are just too many possibilities/variables to get a clear response.
Tilted cards, I interpret the same as sideways cards. However, the favored direction is the most likely outcome.
How does Azriel currently see Elain: strength sideways
How will he see her in the future: ace of wands sideways
How does Azriel currently see Gwyn: 3 of wands tilted/favoring upright
How will he see her in the future: queen of swords reversed, 7 of pentacles tilted/favoring upright
How does Azriel currently see himself: 5 of wands, 7 of wands
How will he see himself in the future: 3 of swords tilted/favoring reversed
What would canon Elriel look like: ace of swords reversed
What would canon Gwynriel look like: 6 of swords sideways, 2 of cups sideways, 9 of swords sideways
Strength sideways: upright, this card suggests you will have an experience that requires you to summon the power that comes only from exercising inner peace and freeing yourself from the influences of ego and fear
Reversed, this card that you are not in control of your emotions and that your motives are fear or ego based. Ask yourself if your strength comes from power or force
Ace of wands sideways: upright, this card indicates that you are on the right path and opportunities for success are laid out before you. A symbol of a fresh start and new beginnings that are divinely guided
Reversed this card indicates that a roadblock is getting in your way. It is time to reflect on whether your journey is off track because of an external issue, like too many responsibilities, or if the problem is internal, such as a lack of genuine desire
3 of wands tilted, favoring upright: this card suggests looking for a new beginning or opportunity in your life. A message that now is the time to go after your dreams. The journey to reach them may be vast, but so long as you continue moving forward with faith, you will get there
Reversed, this card indicates a setback. A plan may have been well executed in your mind, but in reality, an unforseen snag or some bad luck has gotten in your way. This may be a sign that your heart isn't in the journey
Queen of swords reversed: this card represents someone who is unapologetic, cold-hearted, and short tempered. They let emotions cloud their judgment and, as a result, may risk losing respect
7 of pentacles tilted, favoring upright: this card encourages you to consider the long term when investing your time and energy. Though quick, short-term gains may be had, they will not last. Only through hard work and planning will you discover the lasting benefits of your work
Reversed this card indicates that despite the hard work and energy you are putting into a project, the results may not be what you expected. Trust your instincts and cut your losses if you are not satisfied with the results you are seeing
5 of wands: this card suggests that, out of a friendly debate, progress will be made to move a project forward. It may denote a meeting of various groups coming together to solve a problem
7 of wands: a reminder that although you've made it, don't become complacent because there will always be others who believe your position should be theirs. This card asks that you remain self-confident and have courage when facing challenges. It won't be easy being at the top, but you've earned the right to be there
3 of swords tilted, favoring reversed: upright this card represents a time of sadness and loss. However, without the bad, we would never appreciate the good. There is no avoiding the sadness this card brings, but it also offers a valuable life lesson that is essential for growth. This card encourages you to take steps to learn how to heal your heart and soul
Reversed, this card is a sign that despite the passage of time, you are finding it difficult to let go of a painful situation or are maybe holding onto an old grudge. Take stock of your feelings and ask yourself which ones are preventing you from living or loving
Ace of swords reversed: this card suggests that you are having a hard time completing a project due to a lack of vision
6 of swords sideways: upright, this card indicates it is time to cut your losses and start anew. This decision will not come easily and there may be feelings of regret but once the journey is complete, you will see that the sacrifice was worth it. Focus on the new opportunities instead of the loss
Reversed, this card indicates that you are reluctant and unprepared to commit to change. You may be holding onto past habits that will not let you fully move on
2 of cups sideways: upright, this card represents a new romantic relationship or may foretell of a robust and confident business relationship. Either way, this pair will be well balanced and equally satisfied, sharing a unified vision. A representation of a karmic connection.
Reversed, this card indicates that you are finding it difficult to agree with your partner, and there may be a power imbalance that has caused resentment
9 of swords sideways: upright, this card suggests that worry consumes you. There is an issue at hand that needs addressing and inaction has manifested itself in the form of fear or anxiety. A reminder that your fear or concern can potentially manifest into reality
Reversed this card signals that you are getting worked up over nothing and may risk losing sight of what's most important to you. Focus your energy on the here and now rather than what may or may not happen in the future
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Angel
Mercury - Tiriel
In medicine, Mercury is associated with the nervous system, the brain, the respiratory system, the thyroid and the sense organs. It is traditionally held to be essentially cold and dry, according to its placement in the zodiac and in any aspects to other planets.
Astrology, Mercury represents the principles of communication, mentality, thinking patterns, rationality/reasoning, adaptability and variability. Mercury governs schooling and education, the immediate environment of neighbors, siblings and cousins, transport over short distances, messages and forms of communication such as post, email and telephone, newspapers, journalism and writing, information gathering skills and physical dexterity.
Saint
Mars - Sébastien
Sebastian is a popular male saint, especially today among athletes.[3][4] In medieval times, he was regarded as a saint with a special ability to intercede to protect from plague, and devotion to him greatly increased when plague was active. As a protector from the bubonic plague, Sebastian was formerly one of the Fourteen Holy Helpers. In Catholicism, Sebastian is the patron saint of archers, pin-makers, athletes (a modern association) and of a holy death.
Diety
Mercury - Ogun
As a father creates his tools, the children of Ogun open their own paths to what they want. They are conquerors and act quite artistically. It is curiosity that leads them to unravel things and discover the paths on their own. Ogun is the orisha of iron and war. The great warrior who gives his children a lot of will to fight for what they want and a great power of conquest. In matters of the heart, he loves to take the initiative. He rules impulsive and temperamental people.
Elements
As the “scout signs” which generate the seasons, cardinal signs govern creativity. These signs are restless, active, self-motivated, ambitious, and they often are the leaders in their communities. They can be a bit domineering, but that comes part and parcel with their best qualities of being enterprising, independent, creative, spontaneous and forceful.
Plutonium Lightning and Ice
Bible
The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism (German: Die protestantische Ethik und der Geist des Kapitalismus) is a book written by Max Weber, a German sociologist, economist, and politician. Begun as a series of essays, the original German text was composed in 1904 and 1905, and was translated into English for the first time by American sociologist Talcott Parsons in 1930.[1] It is considered a founding text in economic sociology and a milestone contribution to sociological thought in general.
CALEBISM Rosicrucian Fellowship (CRF) Mercury-Mars-Pluto Invocation Planetary Intelligence Planetary Heavens of Astrology Astral Body as Religion
Rosicrucianism is a spiritual and cultural movement that arose in early modern Europe in the early 17th century after the publication of several texts announcing to the world a new esoteric order. Rosicrucianism is symbolized by the Rosy Cross or Rose Cross. There have been several Rosicrucian (or Rosicrucian-inspired) organizations, since the initial movement was founded, including the Order of the Golden and Rosy Cross (1750s–1790s), the Societas Rosicruciana in Anglia (1865–present), and the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn (1887–1903).
The Rosicrucian Fellowship (TRF) ("An International Association of Christian Mystics") was founded in 1909 by Max Heindel with the aim of heralding the Aquarian Age and promulgating "the true Philosophy" of the Rosicrucians.[1] It claims to present Esoteric Christian mysteries or esoteric knowledge, alluded to in Matthew 13:11 and Luke 8:10, to establish a meeting ground for art, religion, and science and to prepare the individual through harmonious development of the mind and the heart for selfless service of humanity.[2]
The school's teachings hold that man is a Spirit with all the powers of God, powers that are being slowly unfolded in a series of existences (rebirths) in a gradually-improving body, a process under the guidance of exalted Beings ordering our steps in a decreasing measure as man gradually acquires intellect and will. For this purpose we live many lives[18] of increasingly fine texture and moral character. Through the "Law of Cause and Consequence" we constantly set new causes into operation which will create new destiny to balance and improve the old destiny brought from the past. All causes set into action in one life cannot be ripened in one existence but "Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap".
The astral body is a subtle body posited by many philosophers, intermediate between the intelligent soul and the mental body, composed of a subtle material.[1] In many recensions the concept ultimately derives from the philosophy of Plato though the same or similar ideas have existed all over the world well before Plato's time: it is related to an astral plane, which consists of the planetary heavens of astrology. The term was adopted by nineteenth-century Theosophists and neo-Rosicrucians.
The word "possession" is used here in its neutral form to mean "a state (sometimes psychological) in which an individual's normal personality is replaced by another". This is also sometimes known as 'aspecting'. This can be done as a means of communicating with or getting closer to a deity or spirit, and as such need not be viewed synonymously with demonic possession. In some religious traditions including Paganism, Shamanism and Wicca, "invocation" means to draw a spirit or Spirit force into one's own body and is differentiated from "evocation", which involves asking a spirit or force to become present at a given location
The Rose Cross (also called Rose Croix and Rosy Cross) is a symbol largely associated with the legendary Christian Rosenkreuz; Christian Kabbalist, alchemist, and founder of the Rosicrucian Order.[1][2] The Rose Cross is a cross with a rose at its centre, often red, golden or white[3] and symbolizes the teachings of a Western esoteric tradition with Christian tenets.[4][5][6]
Mercury (Sun)-Pluto (Moon)-Mars (Rising)
Trinity Invocation Possession: Angel, Saint, et Deity (Ex. Mercury Angel, Mars Saint, Ogun)
Caleb Faith Pendant is a beautiful reminder of faith and devotion: Crown of Life & Crown of Glory, Palm Frond; Rum; & Cigarillos, Heavenly Soldier Tudor Rose, Holy Death
Caleb Patronage: Boxers, Arithmetic Skills, Musicians, Rhum et Tabac, Painters, Chefs, Robbers, Guns, (Pain Killers) Prescription Drugs, Poverty Trap, Gold, Diamants, Potatoes, British Game Meat Deli Rolls-Waffle Sandwiches
Saints as Dieties: Because of this, saints were considered to be spiritual guides and mentors, who would add their prayers in heaven to those offered by Christians still living in the material world. In this way, they would “intercede” with God on behalf of those who asked for their aid. Intercession of the Saints is a Christian doctrine that maintains that saints can intercede for others. To intercede is to go or come between two parties, to plead before one of them on behalf of the other. The practice of praying to saints for their intercession can be found in Christian writings from the 3rd century onwards. Intercessory prayer is the act of asking a saint in heaven to pray on behalf of oneself or for others.[1]
A shrine (Latin: scrinium "case or chest for books or papers"; Old French: escrin "box or case")[1] is a sacred or holy space dedicated to a specific deity, ancestor, hero, martyr, saint, daemon, or similar figure of respect, wherein they are venerated or worshipped. Shrines often contain idols, relics, or other such objects associated with the figure being venerated.[2] A shrine at which votive offerings are made is called an altar. (Saint Sebastian)
Basilicas are Catholic church buildings that have a designation, conferring special privileges, given by the Pope. Basilicas are distinguished for ceremonial purposes from other churches. The building need not be a basilica in the architectural sense (a rectangular building with a central nave flanked by two or more longitudinal aisles). Basilicas are either major basilicas, of which there are four, all in the Diocese of Rome, or minor basilicas*, of which there were 1,810 worldwide as of 2019. (Saint Sebastian)
Mix Plantation Agronomics, Slovaj Hegelo-Lacanian (Philosophy of Spirit and Culture), Shaman Oversoul Philosophy, Five Heavenly Crowns, De Coelesti Hierarchia, St. Thomas Aquinas Summa Theologica for a Tchad Angelology Treatise Philosophy Bible.
Aesthetics and Religion
Abstract
A systematic consideration of the multiple relationships between aesthetics and religion demands a sorting-out of concepts and issues. “Aesthetics” may be understood as practice (art) and as theory. It can refer to a number of overlapping subjects, including art, symbol, feeling, beauty, taste, imagination, and perception. A theological or religious aesthetics considers any of these topics in the light of God, revelation, and the sacred. The contemporary world has seen a renewal of interest in religious aesthetics. Art has been increasingly recognized as an important theological “text” that complements the written word, and as a crucial component of communication of the Christian message. The theological consideration of art and beauty is made complex by the secularization of the contemporary world, which raises the question of the relation of aesthetics to Christian “conversion.”
Island Records Model
Each Club has a Bassline Genre
Ex. Beach Club, Night Club, and Hôtel Raves
Each Label has an Energy Drink
Mixing
Prémix Vocal Auto Tune
Arpeggio Scales Melody without Highs or Lows
Syncopated Percussions
Dance EQ
Mozart Effect Audio Clips
Beat Process
Layered 808s
Saw 303 Pedal
Simple Snare
Saw 303-Arpeggio Scales
Lyrics
Refrain (Saw 303-Arpeggio Scales & Syncopated Percussions)
Refrain (Saw 303-Arpeggio Scales & Syncopated Percussions)
Refrain (Saw 303-Arpeggio Scales, Saw 303 Pedal, & Syncopated Percussions)
Verse (Tension Release)
Ballards (Lyrics)
Cover Art
Headshots with Graffiti Tag
Pick-up Song Title
Ex. Friends with Benefits
Cologne-Spirits Sponsored Mixtapes
Vodka
Fougère
Genre Influences: Sean Paul Tomahawk Technique; Unruly (Popcaan) Where We Come From; (UK) Drum n' Bass Production
The effects of dancehall genre on adolescent sexual and violent behavior in Jamaica: A public health concern
Aim: To determine the extent to which dancehall music/genre impacts adolescent behavior.
Results: Of the 100 adolescent cases (50 male, 50 female), females (40%) were more likely to gravitate to sexually explicit lyrical content than their male counterparts (26%). Females (74%) were also more likely to act upon lyrical contents than males (46%). There was no significant difference where males (100%) and females (98%) subconsciously sings the dancehall lyrics even without hearing it; as well as inspire their dreams 64% and 62% respectively. However, more females (74%) than males (46%) acted on lyrical contents of the dancehall genre.
Dancehall Culture
Donna P. Hope defines dancehall culture as a "space for the cultural creation and dissemination of symbols and ideologies that reflect the lived realities of its adherents, particularly those from the inner cities of Jamaica."[41] Dancehall culture actively creates a space for its "affectors" (creators of dancehall culture) and its "affectees" (consumers of dancehall culture) to take control of their own representation, contest conventional relationships of power, and exercise some level of cultural, social and even political autonomy.
Kingsley Stewart outlines ten of the major cultural imperatives or principles that constitute the dancehall worldview. They are:
It involves the dynamic interweaving of God and Haile Selassie
It acts as a form of stress release or psycho-physiological relief
It acts as a medium for economic advancement
The quickest way to an object is the preferred way (i.e., the speed imperative)
The end justifies the means
It strives to make the unseen visible
Objects and events that are external to the body are more important than internal processes; what is seen is more important than what is thought (i.e., the pre-eminence of the external)
The importance of the external self; the self is consciously publicly constructed and validated
The ideal self is shifting, fluid, adaptive, and malleable, and
It involves the socioexistential imperative to transcend the normal (i.e., there is an emphasis on not being normal).
Yvës’s & Delëvoix's Grigori Sin
Thorn Crown (Sin, Passion, Glory)
Raver’s Birth (Visual-Spatial—Kinaesthetic Learner Gemini-Cardinal Sign-Mars (Men) Gemini-Cardinal Sign-Moon (Women) Planetary Intelligence Birth; Chromosomes Prenatal Hormones, Sensory processing disorder (SPD) Fetus Alcohol Consumption)-Audio Clips Extended Production-Raiding Warfare Capture thé Flag (Fornication and Adultery)
Culture Theory (Esthétique Antagonique) (Hersey)
Cinnamon and Spice Speech (Fornication)
Cul-de-sac Drugs Mink Mile Warlordism
cul-de-sac est Sub-culture for Prescription Médication with After Hours Esthétique
Solvent Levelling Effect Chemical Reaction Engineering et Placebo Effect (manufacturing), Suicide Tuesdays Levelling Effect (Rolling Tobacco, Oxytocin, Pain Killers, and Hydrocolloids Ecstasy) [Brain Receptors Dealing], Cash Back Program (Buy within 3 days of paycheck for extra Tobacco), Razor-Razor Blade C2C: Streetwear and PC Gaming (Business Model), Popcorn Marketing (Prices) Ecstasy-Opiods Singer-Dealers/Ecstasy-Xanax Producers-Drug Robbery (Rave Teams), et Hotel Chains Budgeting, Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account (Money)
Safrole Oil et Opium mixed with Soil for Flowers, meta-Chlorophenylpiperazine
Mu Receptors for Opioids et NMDA Receptors for Ecstasy
Business Model: Lean enterprise is sometimes simply referred to as "lean." Although both terms came into popular usage in the 1990s, the concept itself was devised by Toyota Motor Corporation when it introduced the Toyota Production System (TPS). Developed by Eiji Toyoda and Taiichi Ohno, the Toyota Production System (TPS) integrated socio-technical management philosophy and was practiced between 1948 and 1975. The lean enterprise philosophy was also inspired by telecommunications giant Motorola, which implemented a manufacturing principle known as Lean Six Sigma in 1986. The concept of work cells is based on the platform of lean manufacturing, which focuses on value creation for the end customer and reduction of wastage. Work cells, which are also referred to as workcells, are typically found in manufacturing and office environments. Manufacturing cells are sets of machines that are grouped by the products or parts that they produce. This type of system is used in the cellular manufacturing concept and is distinct from the traditional functional manufacturing system, which groups all similar machines together. Insurance companies base their business models around assuming and diversifying risk. The essential insurance model involves pooling risk from individual payers and redistributing it across a larger portfolio. Most insurance companies generate revenue in two ways: Charging premiums in exchange for insurance coverage, then reinvesting those premiums into other interest-generating assets. Like all private businesses, insurance companies try to market effectively and minimize administrative costs.
White Collar Sub-collar Crime
Red
Grey
Dark Psychology
Social Scalping
Feminist Manipulation
Creating an External Enemy
Frame Control
Erotic Self Care
Citric Acid Pills
Seamen Volume Pills
Hyaluronic Acid Pénis Filler
Rings Gymnastics
Weighted Jump Rope
Capture thé Flag Raiding Guérilla Warfare
Prophylaxis: (Putting Self in an Advantage while putting Opponent in Disadvantage) and Initiative: Making Threats or Responding to Threats (Chess Psychology)
Three Circles of Emotional Regulation (Drive System, Soothing System, Threat System)
Machine Pistols et Molotov Cocktails
Trafficking P4P and Embezzlement are my Short Sentencing Laws.
Holacracy Structure
Owner — Gold Refinery, Lapidary, Textile Mills, Foundry, Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account
CEO — Painter (Art Gallery et Artisanal Real Estate Money)
Culture Antagonique for Big Pharma avec After Hours Esthétique, Art Gallery Painters is an Industrial Subculture for Nuit Blanche.
CSO — Chef (Imports)
Culture Antagonique for Bocuse d'or avec After Hours Esthétique, Pool Rooftop Hotel Chefs is an Industrial Subculture for Québécois Gastronomique.
Marketing Director — Olfactory Arts Model
Culture Antagonique for Pitti Uomo avec After Hours Esthétique, Baisers Parfumé Festivals is an Industrial Subculture for Fougère Models.
Promoter — Synth n' Grind Artist et Tennis
Synecdoqu Argot Cul-de-sac
Rajoux: answer my question or there is a Gun in your mouth.
Pardicé Minuit: Sensory experience and cultural expression
Cul-de-sac: I sell pills for a living.
Baisons: Fuck me tonight
Bayens: Can I have your number for a date
Braqons: Let’s bang this out
Calmais: I am using Fear not Trust
Garçez: Lawless Urban Youth
Martyr-Congo: Head on thé Floor or Diamant
Pécho: Gangster
Pécho is verlan for the French word ‘choper,’ which translates to grab. However, pécho takes that word to a new level. It can mean things like ‘to date someone,’ ‘to buy drugs,’ ‘to sleep with someone,’ or even… ‘to grab something.’ Use it carefully!
Bastille: Trap Artist Résidences
The Storming of the Bastille (French: Prise de la Bastille [pʁiz də la bastij]) occurred in Paris, France, on 14 July 1789, when revolutionary insurgents attempted to storm and seize control of the medieval armoury, fortress and political prison known as the Bastille.
Diaphragm Expansion Inhales
Lung Inhale through Mouth, Release through pushing down Diaphragm, Diaphragm Nasal Inhale Catch.
Paradis Minuit Nez Qui Coule Inhale: Push Down Diaphragm Hold
Penthouse Complexes as Forts Party Invite Structure
5% of Squad has Girlfriends
Girls get invitéd to parties with no Sausage Fest and Trust Barrier is Broken for Hook Ups
Girls invite Girls to Bangers
Républiqons Sensual Virginty
De Coelesti Hierarchia Raves
Pluto Planetary Intelligence
Parking Ticket Free Brabus Dealerships (Angel Status)
Pool Access Lifeguard Summer Competitions
Ecstasy
Républiqons Dancehall
Undergarments Shopping
Oral Sex
Masturbation
Dirty Dancing
Sexting
Esthétique Antagonique
An Aesthetic Theory et Culture Antagonism avec Industrial Subculture, Heritage Assets, et Edgy Arts.
Union Minière
Tabac
Chocolat
Robusta
Diamant
Automobile
Vedette Bioesthétique
Women's Cosmétiques Procédure:
Heart Booty Lift
Diamond Face
Body Etching
Lipodissolve
Blonde Wavy Hair
Grey Eyes
Pheomelanin
Barre Exercise & Hyaluronic Fillers
Interior design is both a science and an art. When designing a space, we are creatively working to evoke a particular concept or emotion. This is the same process a painter uses.
Mâle Cosmétiques Procédure:
Diamond Face
Body Etching
Lippodisolve
Blonde Coils Hair
Grey Eyes
Pheomelanin
Hyaluronic Acid Pénis-Full Body Fillers and V-Taper Systematic Calisthenics Gymnastics Rings with Leucine, L-Carnitine, Créatine, and Keto BHB
COUP D'PIED Hyperarch Fascia ACE Gene Type IIx Supercompensation Training: Isometric Stretching, (Deadlift Complexes) Metabolic Resistance Training; 200m-High Jump Cross Training; French Contrast Warm Up 10 Seconds Wall Sit-30 Rounds Weighted Jump Rope Superset; Isometic-isotonic Dynamic Plank; Keto BHB for Metabolism, Creatine-L-Carnitine L-Tartrate-Leucine for mTOR are my Supplements.
Shaman King Culture Boxing Hooligans: Bassline Dancehall Républiqons EDM Football Skills YouTube, FIFA Mount Hermon (FIFA Street), cul-de-sac, Tournament Clinics Retained Earnings Youtube Money, Gambling Games: Rolle Cinq (Captain, Ship, Crew), Live-Pool Betting Monopoly, Armor-type Over Soul: These O.S. are the most efficient form of Furyoku-based constructs. Armor-types represent the pinnacle of O.S. magic and are the most practical type of O.S. because of their resilient, highly dense Furyoku composition. This method makes them equally formidable in terms of raw power. Plutonium Lightning Body Armour Syncrétism Oversoul
COUP D’PIED Club Fragrance Brand Activation: Leather: A family of fragrances featuring honey, tobacco, wood and wood tars in the middle or base notes and a scent that alludes to leather. Fougère (IPA: [fu.ʒɛʁ]): Meaning fern in French, built on a base of lavender, coumarin and oakmoss, with a sharp herbaceous and woody scent. Named for Houbigant's landmark fragrance Fougère Royale, many men's fragrances belong to this family. Amber or "Oriental": Large class featuring sweet, slightly animalic scents of ambergris or labdanum, often combined with vanilla, tonka bean, flowers and woods. Can be enhanced by camphorous oils and incense resins, evoking Victorian era "Oriental" imagery. Citrus: The oldest fragrance family that gave birth to lightweight eau de colognes. Development of newer fragrance compounds has allowed for the creation of more tenacious citrus fragrances. Chypre (IPA: [ʃipʁ]): Meaning Cyprus in French, this category is named after the François Coty's Chypre (1917), which was the first modern fragrance built on an accord of bergamot, oakmoss, and labdanum. Example: Guerlain Mitsouko, Rochas Femme (MODIFIER SCENT). Aquatic, Oceanic, Ozonic: The newest category, first appearing in 1988 Davidoff Cool Water (1988), Christian Dior Dune (1991). A clean smell reminiscent of the ocean, leading to many androgynous perfumes. Generally contains calone, a synthetic discovered in 1966, or more recent synthetics. Also used to accent floral, oriental, and woody fragrances. A fragrance wheel [1] also known as aroma wheel, fragrance circle, perfume wheel or smell wheel, is a circular diagram showing the inferred relationships among olfactory groups based upon similarities and differences in their odor [1]. The groups bordering one another are implied to share common olfactory characteristics. Fragrance wheel is frequently used as a classification tool in oenology and perfumery. Brand Activation is marketing that both builds a brand's image and drives a specific consumer action through one or more of six identifiable disciplines, which help bring a brand to life by connecting and interacting with the consumer on a personal level.
COUP D’PIED Crème au Rhum Casual Fashion House: Olfactory art is an art form that uses scents as a medium. Olfactory art includes perfume as well as other applications of scent. A business incubator is an organization that helps startup companies and individual entrepreneurs to develop their businesses by providing a fullscale range of services, starting with management training and office space, and ending with venture capital financing. Olfactory Arts Festivals and Business Incubators. For the men, short-sleeved dress shirts, golf shirts, and khaki pants or nice jeans all work. A long-sleeved button down with dressier shorts and boat shoes are fine, too. Espadrilles (Spanish: alpargatas or esparteñas; Catalan: espardenyes; Basque: espartinak, French: espadrilles)[1] are casual, rope-soled, flat but sometimes high-heeled shoes. They usually have a canvas or cotton fabric upper and a flexible sole made of esparto rope. The esparto rope sole is the defining characteristic of an espadrille; the uppers vary widely in style. Slip-ons are typically low, lace-less shoes. The style which is most commonly seen, known as a loafer, slippers, or penny loafers in American culture, has a moccasin construction. One of the first designs was introduced in London by Wildsmith Shoes, called the Wildsmith Loafer.[1] They began as casual shoes, but have increased in popularity to the point of being worn in America with business suits. Another design was introduced as Aurlandskoen (the Aurland Shoe) in Norway (early 20th century).[2] They are worn in many situations in a variety of colors and designs, often featuring tassels on the front, or metal decorations (the 'Gucci' loafer). For smokers, the first cigarette of the day is often accompanied by a cup of coffee. Researchers say this may be more than a habit, finding chemical compounds in roasted coffee beans may help quell the effects of morning nicotine cravings. Sangster's Original Jamaica Rum Cream Liqueur is a rum and cream based liqueur produced in Jamaica. It was invented by Dr. Ian Sangster, who arrived in Jamaica in 1967 with a contract to lecture at the University of the West Indies. A humidor is a humidity-controlled box or room used primarily for storing cigars, cigarettes, cannabis, or pipe tobacco. Either too much or too little humidity can be harmful to tobacco products; a humidor's primary function is to maintain a steady, desirable moisture level inside; secondarily it protects its contents from physical damage and deterioration from sunlight. For private use, small wooden boxes holding a few dozen or fewer cigars are common, while cigar shops may have walk-in humidors. Many humidors use hygrometers to monitor their humidity levels. Crème au Rhum Desserts cookbook, collection of recipes, instructions, and information about the preparation and serving of foods. At its best, a cookbook is also a chronicle and treasury of the fine art of cooking, an art whose masterpieces—created only to be consumed—would otherwise be lost. Cigar and Crème au Rhum Collection Books. A plantation economy is an economy based on agricultural mass production, usually of a few commodity crops, grown on large farms worked by laborers or slaves. The properties are called plantations. Plantation economies rely on the export of cash crops as a source of income. Prominent crops included Red Sandalwood, cotton, rubber, sugar cane, tobacco, figs, rice, kapok, sisal, and species in the genus Indigofera, used to produce indigo dye. Aftershave Balm Lotion Body Splash offers you a pleasant fragrance that is not overpowering, as it is lighter and less concentrated. The fragrance of a body splash typically lasts for up to 4 hours, which is why you will need to apply it at least twice a day for ensuring that the fragrance lasts till evening.
Jardins du Festival City
Chad Jardins Quatorze Saints Assistants [Favelas] (Jardins Gomorroha; Gomorrha. / (ɡəˈmɒrə) / noun. Old Testament one of two ancient cities near the Dead Sea, the other being Sodom, that were destroyed by God as a punishment for the wickedness of their inhabitants (Genesis 19:24) any place notorious for vice and depravity.)
Synecdoqu Républiqons Language Arts Culture Antagonique for Language Arts Français avec After Hours Esthétique, Synecdoqu Argot Cul-de-sac is Industrial Subculture for Patois (Yoruba Code Switching)
Culture Antagonique for Language Arts Français avec Dirty Realism Esthétique, Synecdoqu Républiqons is an Industrial Subculture for Patois (Yoruba Code Switching)
Pocket Pita Gastronomy/Diet: Charcuterie Rolls (Cinnamon Rolls Alternative) [Meat Pastry], Corn Flour, Sheep Cheese, Yukon Gold Potato, Black Beans, Rice Pudding, Root Végétable Salt, Avocados, Bananas, Nectarines, Jack Rabbit (Éléments: Fruits and Veggies as D-asparatic Acid Carbs, Root Végétable Salt, Leucine as main Protéin, Omega-3 Dairy)
Workout: French Contrast Warm Up 10 Seconds Wall Sit-30 Rounds Weighted Jump Rope Superset et French Contrast Isometic-isotonic Dynamic Plank
Declared to be of National Tourist Interest in Andalucía, the Bread Festival is celebrated in honour of Saint Sebastian. This is the main festival day in the village, where the brotherly union is complete; there are fireworks, doughnuts, bread rings and the traditional procession of the image of the Saint.
Favela (Portuguese: [fɐˈvɛlɐ]) is an umbrella name for several types of working-class neighborhoods in Brazil. The term, which means slum or ghetto, was first used in the Slum of Providência in the center of Rio de Janeiro in the late 19th century, which was built by soldiers who had lived under the favela trees in Bahia and had nowhere to live following the Canudos War. Some of the last settlements were called bairros africanos (African neighborhoods). Over the years, many former enslaved Africans moved in. Even before the first favela came into being, poor citizens were pushed away from the city and forced to live in the far suburbs.
The cocaine trade has affected Brazil and in turn its favelas, which tend to be ruled by drug lords. Regular shoot-outs between traffickers and police and other criminals, as well as assorted illegal activities, lead to murder rates in excess of 40 per 100,000 inhabitants in the city of Rio and much higher rates in some Rio favelas.[27] Traffickers ensure that individual residents can guarantee their own safety through their actions and political connections to them. They do this by maintaining order in the favela and giving and receiving reciprocity and respect, thus creating an environment in which critical segments of the local population feel safe despite continuing high levels of violence.
Drug use is highly concentrated in these areas run by local gangs in each highly populated favela. Drug sales run rampant at night when many favelas host their own baile, or dance party, where many different social classes can be found. These drug sales make up a business that in some of the occupied areas rakes in as much as US$150 million per month, according to official estimates released by the Rio media.
The designer drug situation in Ibiza
Abstract
A total of 137 urine samples and 46 serum samples, corresponding to 154 self-confessed designer drugs consumers in Ibiza island, were analyzed for the presence of designer drugs: amphetamine and amphetamine derivatives (methamphetamine, methylenedioxymethamphetamine (MDMA), methylenedioxyethylamphetamine (MDEA), methylenedioxyamphetamine (MDA), p-methoxymethylamphetamine (PMMA), p-methoxyamphetamine (PMA), etc.), ketamine and γ-hydroxybutyric acid. Among this population, coming both from the forensic clinic and from the emergency room of a hospital, a total of 99 cases were found positive for some designer drug. This study shows the prevalence of methylenedioxymethamphetamine (MDMA) among designer drug users, sole or in association with other drugs. Also, the mixture of MDMA with other designer drugs, ethanol and/or cocaine is shown to be more likely to produce toxic symptoms requiring clinical attendance in a hospital emergency room. These findings along with the consumption history, the concentrations of drugs and metabolites in urine and serum and the toxicological significance for the interpretation of some MDMA metabolites such as 4-hydroxy-3-methoxymethamphetamine (HMMA) are discussed in this study.
What is polydrug use? 'Polydrug use' is a term for the use of more than one drug or type of drug at the same time or one after another. Polydrug use can involve both illicit drugs and legal substances, such as alcohol and medications.
Music as an Element of Tourism Innovation: Types of Nightlife Premises in Ibiza (Spain)
The island of Ibiza is a western Mediterranean destination known internationally for its nightlife. The aim of this paper is to make a proposal to classify the different types of premises in the Ibiza nightlife offer. This involves making a first definition that allows to delimit which businesses are parts of the sector. The methodology used is based on the case study and specifically, on the review of the promotional actions and activities carried out, completed with the visit to the premises. The classification has been made based on the offer marketed and not only on the legal forms used, as innovation goes ahead of the existing legal classifications. Although it is a particular application, due to the international importance of Ibiza, it is a good starting point to classify the nightlife offer of many other tourist destinations. The resulting typology divides the sector into two large groups: nightclubs and other premises. While nightclubs have musical parties as their main activity declared, the other premises have accommodation or catering as their main activity, with music being an element of differentiation. Nightclubs are divided into several subgroups, depending on their size and relevance. The other premises are subdivided into Beach Clubs, Hotel Clubs, Party Boats, Lounge Clubs, Disco Pubs, among others.
The impact of global nightlife in Ibiza: Youth tourism
The promotion of the island’s image through its parties with the release of record labels, elaborate shows (Bensa, 2002), and the transformation of buildings into large entertainment businesses (Rosa, 2002), made it possible to return to the already known name of Ibiza and to catapult it as a symbol of entertainment and partying (Allemand, 2010). This development was something that occurred not only at the national and international scale; rather, it was something that transformed the island into a global icon (Amirou, 2000). The process of reinterpreting the hippy alternative image in a contemporary global context (Jauréguiberry, 1994), came from local businessmen (from the island and from elsewhere). They were the actors who understood the authenticity of the island to convert it into a unique product that went beyond tourism. Given the party reputation of the island, the traditional sun and beach tourists began to stay away, which made it possible to attract visitors who were willing to spend large sums of money to experience the nightlife in Ibiza. There was a shift from tourism to the experience of shows and culture. In this manner, by the mid-2000s, Ibiza had become internationally renowned in the electronic music industry (its own record labels and invited DJs) and for its nightclubs (Goulding, 2011) (such as Space, Privilege, Amnesia, Café del Mar, Pacha, Ushuaia, and Esparadis); it also has become one of the most sought-after stages during the summer in show business (with parties organized by the Matinée group, La Troya, Supermarxé, and Circuit). Simultaneously, from the cultural perspective, the construction of the image of the island had a minimal physical impact and, on the contrary, made it possible to emphasize the natural Mediterranean environment of the island and the libertarian heritage of the reinterpreted hippy movement (Perrot, 1997). With its network of nightclubs (Sönmez, 2013), Ibiza began to generate an entertainment niche that attracted record labels and international DJs, which transformed Ibiza into not only one of the destinations in the global circuit but also a destination with international renown, almost exclusively during the summer period (Fontaine, 1996). The dissemination of the reputation of its parties crossed borders, attracting people from all over the world to Ibiza. Simultaneously, it became a world-renowned destination through the dissemination of its parties through video, the Ibiza-based record labels, and the lyrics to songs that include Ibiza as an icon and that have been emulated in other parts of the world, such as “Ibiza’s Party.” This highlights the island’s own style, which is defined by freewheeling parties and a relaxed environment that goes beyond labels or conventionalism. We find ourselves with the case of one of the few non-urban destinations that has managed to concentrate and attract nightlife (Fig. 5), even going so far as to displace some of the international record labels and entertainment events in the main cities.
Urban economics is broadly the economic study of urban areas; as such, it involves using the tools of economics to analyze urban issues such as crime, education, public transit, housing, and local government finance. More specifically, it is a branch of microeconomics that studies the urban spatial structure and the location of households and firms (Quigley 2008). Microeconomics studies the decisions of individuals and firms to allocate resources of production, exchange, and consumption.
Upper-tier Municipal Government, Urbaneconomics, et Microeconomics. An upper-tier municipality is one formed by two or more lower-tier municipalities. Municipal responsibilities set out under the Municipal Act and other Provincial legislation are split between the upper-tier and lower-tier municipalities. A county is a geographic region of a country used for administrative or other purposes[1] in some nations. The term is derived from the Old French comté denoting a jurisdiction under the sovereignty of a count (earl) or a viscount.
Festival Métropolitain for Culture Theory, Tourism, et Religion Theory; City dedicated for Culture.
Advisory Textbooks
The Grammar of Romance: A Comparative Introduction to Vulgar Latin & the Romance Languages (History), Art Gallery Sponsored Class, The Parisian Field Guide To Men's Style, Aesthetic Theory (Fashion), The Drugtakers: The Social Meaning of Drug Use by Jock Young, Surveiller et punir : Naissance de la prison, The French Connection in Criminology: Rediscovering Crime, Law, and Social Change (Law); Québécois Mirrors of Princes Literature De Administrando Imperio ("On the Governance of the Empire") et De ordine palatii (On the governance of the palace), Game Theory Network (Life Studies), Solvent Levelling Effect Chemical Reaction Engineering (Science), Blue Océan Strategy, INSEAD Knowledge, est Parisien/France Nouvelle Influenced; Lacanien Triad et Tableau Économique (Art Financing), Larousse Gastronomique, Institut Paul Bocuse Gastronomique: The Definitive Step-by-Step Guide to Culinary Excellence (Gastronomique), St. Thomas Aquinas: The Summa Theologica, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism (Bible Studies) are Advisory Textbooks
Banks
By asset size, the largest four banks in the world are Chinese, according to the 2023 annual rankings by S&P Global Market Intelligence. They include the Industrial & Commercial Bank of China, the China Construction Bank, the Agricultural Bank of China* Chad AgFund (Agriculture Central Hedge Fund) and the Bank of China, holding more than $19.87 trillion in combined assets.
Temasek Holdings (Private) Limited, or simply Temasek, is a global investment company owned by the Government of Singapore. Incorporated on 25 June 1974, Temasek has a net portfolio of US$287 billion (S$382 billion) as of 2023, with S$27 billion divested and S$31 billion invested during the year.
Agriculture Central Hedge Fund, Mining Unions, Conservation Peninsula Agronomique Engineering, Commodities Options Exchange (Credit Spread Options, Farm REITs, Crop Production; Fertelizers and Seeds; Equipment; Distribution and Processing Stocks, Ag ETFs and ETNs, Ag Mutual Funds), Tableau Économiques, Farmland REITs, Mardi Gras-Basiers Parfumé Art Financing (Visual Arts, Culinary Arts, Olfactory Arts)
Chadian Gastronomy (Masculine Neuroprotective Gastronomy)
Purple Food: High Carbs et High Fat with Fatty Acid Protein
D-Asparatic Acid Food Testosterone
Frog Legs
Mollusks (such as clams, mussels, oysters, scallops, octopus, squid, abalone, snail).
Lobster
Lobster rolls
Clam
Clam cakes
Clams casino
Fried clams
Stuffed clams
Crab cake
Mussels
Oysters
Fried oysters
Oyster stew
Raw oysters on a halfshell
Scallops
Moules-frites/Mosselen met friet: mussels cooked or steamed with onions and celery served with Belgian fries. The recipe has often been referred to as the country's national dish[3] but is also popular in the neighboring Nord region of France.
Starch
Purple Sweet Potatoes
Gaufres/Wafels: Belgian waffles, sometimes eaten as a street snack and sold by ice-cream vans. Among the better-known styles are the Gaufre de Liège or Liège waffle, Brussels waffle, and the stroopwafel.
Citrus Fruit Estrogen Detox
Heating Process
Bake
Grill
Boil
Sautée
Pan-Fry
Starch Thickening Agents Sauces
Buttermilk et Clam Juice Flavor
Cooking Wine
Soups
Chowder
Bisque
Vegetables
Sautée and Breaded
Salads and Dressings
Raw Seafood
Spinach and Egg
Sautée Fruit Salad
Fruit Vinaigrette
Cuisses de grenouille Salade Rollé Grill
Pocket Pita
Butter
Compound
Beurre Rouge
Cheese
Soaked in Wine
Bread Bowl
Sourdough
Héritage Asset
Farmer's Market
Auguste Escoffier Mother Sauces
Hollandaise, Tomato (Sauce Tomat), Bechamel, Espagnole, and Veloute.
Publishing Imprint Movie Company
Attrape-moi si tu peux Motor Vehicle Theft, Défense Lawyers, Planetary Intelligence (Démons et Angels) Impure Aesthetic Thrillers
Literary Device
Film Literature
in establishing the limits of both the novel (Newspapers) and the film, argues that novelist and film director meet in the attempt “to make you see”, the former through the mind; the latter through the eye.
“impure” aesthetic, one tinged with the markings of society, ideology, and sexual desire.
Capitalism, Betrayal,
Romance
Poetic Réalisme
Poetic realism films are "recreated realism", stylised and studio-bound, rather than approaching the "socio-realism of the documentary". They usually have a fatalistic view of life with their characters living on the margins of society, either as unemployed members of the working class or as criminals.
Self-destructive Escapism
Escapism is mental diversion from unpleasant aspects of daily life, typically through activities involving imagination or entertainment. Escapism also may be used to occupy one's self away from persistent feelings of depression or general sadness.
Surréalisme-Synecdoqu-Métonymie Screenplay
Surrealism is an art and cultural movement that developed in Europe in the aftermath of World War I in which artists aimed to allow the unconscious mind to express itself, often resulting in the depiction of illogical or dreamlike scenes and ideas.[1] Its intention was, according to leader André Breton, to "resolve the previously contradictory conditions of dream and reality into an absolute reality, a super-reality", or surreality.[2][3][4] It produced works of painting, writing, theatre, filmmaking, photography, and other media as well.
a figure of speech in which a part is made to represent the whole or vice versa, as in Cleveland won by six runs
the substitution of the name of an attribute or adjunct for that of the thing meant, for example suit for business executive, or the track for horse racing.
Allégorie
a story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one.
Suspense is created by withholding information or revealing it slowly, creating a sense of mystery or uncertainty about what will happen next.
A thriller generally keeps its audience on the "edge of their seats" as the plot builds towards a climax. The cover-up of important information is a common element.[2] Literary devices such as red herrings, plot twists, unreliable narrators, and cliffhangers are used extensively. A thriller is often a villain-driven plot, whereby they present obstacles that the protagonist or hero must overcome.
Slavoj Žižek Lacanianism or Lacanian psychoanalysis is a theoretical system that explains the mind, behaviour, and culture through a structuralist and post-structuralist extension of classical psychoanalysis, initiated by the work of Jacques Lacan from the 1950s to the 1980s.
Extra
Non-Fiction Movie
Prequal TV Série
Fictional TV Série
Black Separatism
Black separatism is a separatist political movement that seeks separate economic and cultural development for those of African descent in societies, particularly in the United States. Black separatism stems from the idea of racial solidarity, and it also implies that black people should organize themselves on the basis of their common skin color, their race, culture, and African heritage.[1] There were a total of 255 black separatist groups recorded in the United States as of 2019.
Black Separatism: I chose Street Culture, French Culture Antagonism, Pharmaceutical, Bioesthétique, Dancehall, Artisanal Plantations, Public-Private Sectors with Intrapreneurship, Market Extension Mergers Joint Ventures, BioTechology Economy, and Mining Union (HOW DO AFRICANS IMMIGRATE?)
Chad new Identity
République Paradis d'Couronne avec Antilles Dutch Drapeau but avec Cinq Couronee Christianity
Demonym est Républiqons
Holy City are Grigori Cities
Sun Angels and Church Homes
Religious Names for Favelas ex. Sodom and Gomorra, Mount Hermon, and Garden of Eden
5 is thé National Team Captain's Number for Cinq Couronee Christianity
Host diplomacy can be defined as diplomatic events hosted or initiated by a country that has the ability to set and execute agendas, which other participants find attractive and are willing to support
Festival Métropolitain for Culture Theory, Tourism, et Religion Theory; City dedicated for Culture.
According to Butler (1980), under destination life cycle, an area undergo an evolutionary cycle of six stages. These stages are exploration, involvement, development, consolidation, stagnation and decline. Mostly all tourists' destinations passes through all these mentioned stages.
A heritage asset is an item which has value because of its contribution to a nation's society, knowledge and/or culture. Such items are usually physical assets, but some countries also use the term in relation to intangible social and spiritual inheritance.
Monégasque Joint Venture Plantations et Market Extension Mergers avec Incubators Enterprise.
Paradis d’Couronee Waves
Level 2 Temple Drop Fade
≠ Head and Eyebrow Part
Pencil Mustache
Waves Products
Pomade
Wave Butter
Wave Shampoo
Sea Salt Spray
Shower Brush Method
Detangle Hair with Comb
Soak Hair for a Couple Minutes
Scramble Wash
Create Thick Lather and Shower Brush #1
Training Pattern
Create Thick Lather and Shower Brush #2
Training Pattern
Lather and Lay Down Pattern with Hands
Put on Durag and Rinse
When hair is dry use Wave Butter, Pomade and Sea Salt Spray
Chadian Social Class Structure
Monopoly Families (Monégasque Joint Venture Plantations et Market Extension Mergers avec Incubators Enterprise)
Upper Class
Government
Middle Class
Cul-de-sac Favelas Socioeconomic Status Socioeconomic Development Centres: Agronomics and Real Estate Economics
Holy Rosary
The word “Rosary” means a chain of roses and the roses are prayers.
Delëvoix Holy Rosary with Raphaël.
1. Crown of Life
2. Crown of Glory
3. Praying Hands
4. Fleur-de-lys
Chadian Milk Filtered Cigars Example
British Joint Venture Plantations et Market Extension Mergers avec Incubators Enterprise est Tabac Afrique
1. Tabac
2. Cacoa
3. Nut Oil
4. Cinnamon
5. Banana Milk Crush Balls
6. Banana Rolling Leafs Wraps
1. Tabac
2. Cacoa
3. Strawberry Oil
4. Tropical Fruit Milk Crush Balls
5. Mint Rolling Leafs Wraps
Tradwave
Tradwave is a Chad artistic style using synthwave and vaporwave art to promote traditional catholicism and promote Venice cultural antagonism. Tradwave usually uses traditional catholic paintings, sculptures, or photographs of saints, given with vaporwave effects, often with a bible verse or quote about catholicism. The art usually tries to convey a resurrection of catholic spirituality in the modern atheist world. Figures often depicted in Tradwave art include Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, Ven. Fulton Sheen, Cardinal Robert Sarah, and Mother Angelica.
Tradwave music often takes the form of two main styles. One of them is catholic hymns with vaporwave effects and traditional Vaporwave/Lo-Fi music. It can also have quotes from modern prolific Catholic figures, such as Ven. The other theme is Fulton Sheen and Cardinal Robert Sarah.
My International Finance Model
High Export and Stabled Party Cities
Nigeria
Brazil
Macroeconomics Theories
**The 0% Effect: this is an interest Rate analysis. This allows devaluing in country's currency through carry trade which allows for higher global exports, with currency value low this allows for greater exchange rate for wealthy travellers to purchase country's currency and spend money, common currency pairs with foreign governments currency can increase goods trading, through high frequency low volume exchange rate and tourism; foreign currency reserve can grow, if country's business owners sets up shop overseas this allows for mercantilism, This lowers unemployment rate because business can spend and take loans, lower interest allows for more borrowing which allows for more spending, For Quantitative Easing & Open Market Operations the country that does this can print money and short own currency against foreign currencies to fix exchange rate against other country's currency to increase trade, Build Foreign Cash Reserves and This gives central bank opportunity to purchase corporate & government bonds to increase money supply.
**The Multiple CIR Effect (Currency & Interest Rate): the hedging potential for foreign governments by adding a second currency on tax havens with high interest rates, Tax Haven governments with higher interest rates increase saving potential which leads to more off-shoring of foreign bank institutions
**Ports Currency Theory: what if countries had port currency; import and export currency. This helps with global trade regardless of geographical region. This eliminates the need for currency pegging because currencies can just be matched. This can be beneficial for building global cities regardless of geographical region. This also helps with political parity.
**Multiple Currencies, Multiple Locations Model: This studies that having a Port Currency Basket with multiple foreign currencies around the world and matching the continental geographical region currency value. This allows for more sustainable trading with trading partners and cash reserves in foreign banks of the nation's currency. This also creates a safety blanket for foreign investing for citizens and aids diplomacy.
**Tax Replacement Industries Effect: What if for example instead of paying a 10% tax rate the hospitality and adult entertainment industries had a 15% Retained Earnings Rate. If Retained Earnings Rates were mandatory over taxes in certain industries these industries can set the global standard because of the amount of effort and financial support being put in. This also has an effect on tourism
Foreign Direct Investment Theories
**Offshoring Capital Raised Model: Privatization of oligopolistic companies (Cartels/Monopolies) in collusion with the government creates Brand Popularity, Brand Association, and Brand Awareness with companies and domestic countries. If raising capital was only granted to international locations, funds for expansion will be easy to raise and dominance in foreign markets is easily access. This will be easily achieved with a stable economy and currency value. Only putting International Divisions/Subsidiaries on the stock exchanges will give financial backing to companies. With giving business owners this model as expected in return building direct products for government or military will be easier.
Belgium Monetary Zone
Belgian rule in the Congo was based on the "colonial trinity" (trinité coloniale) of state, missionary and private-company interests.[9]
Union Minière du Haut-Katanga primary product was copper, but it also produced tin, cobalt, radium, uranium, zinc, cadmium, germanium, manganese, silver, and gold.
A currency based on the gold standard was created for the Congo Free State in 1887. Banknotes were issued from 1896 in the name of the General Treasury of the Congo Free State (Trésoire générale de l'État indépendant du Congo) payable to the bearer, until the annexation of the Free State in 1908.[1]
After WWII, the Congolese and Belgian francs continued to form part of the "Belgian monetary zone" under the Bretton Woods system.
As a result of the confused legal definition under Article 11 of the 1908 Colonial Charter, it has been argued that that the Congolese franc did not exist de jure as a currency between 1908 and 1960 and was instead merely a token representing a claim on Belgian francs.[2] It did exist, however, as the sole de facto currency in the Belgian Congo and Ruanda-Urundi.
Heavenly Jérusalem Kraljic Matrix Raw Material Rural Économique Primate City with Bioeconomy Vertical Farming
Revelation 21:19-21
19 The foundations of the city walls were decorated with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third agate, the fourth emerald, 20 the fifth onyx, the sixth ruby, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth turquoise, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst. 21 The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass.
Rural Économique
Rural economics is the study of rural economies. Rural economies include both agricultural and non-agricultural industries, so rural economics has broader concerns than agricultural economics which focus more on food systems.[1] Rural development[2] and finance[3] attempt to solve larger challenges within rural economics. These economic issues are often connected to the migration from rural areas due to lack of economic activities[4] and rural poverty. Some interventions have been very successful in some parts of the world, with rural electrification and rural tourism providing anchors for transforming economies in some rural areas. These challenges often create rural-urban income disparities.[5]
Rural spaces add new challenges for economic analysis that require an understanding of economic geography: for example understanding of size and spatial distribution of production and household units and interregional trade,[6] land use,[7] and how low population density effects government policies as to development, investment, regulation, and transportation.[8]
Raw Material
Raw materials are materials or substances used in the primary production or manufacturing of goods. Raw materials are commodities that are bought and sold on commodities exchanges worldwide. Businesses buy and sell raw materials in the factor market because raw materials are factors of production.
Raw materials are the input goods or inventory that a company needs to manufacture its products.
Examples of raw materials include steel, oil, corn, grain, gasoline, lumber, forest resources, plastic, natural gas, coal, and minerals.
Raw materials can be direct raw materials, which are directly used in the manufacturing process, such as wood for a chair.
Indirect raw materials are not part of the final product but are instead used comprehensively in the production process.
The value of direct raw materials inventory appears as a current asset on the balance sheet.
Bioeconomy
Biobased economy, bioeconomy or biotechonomy refers to economic activity involving the use of biotechnology and biomass in the production of goods, services, or energy. The terms are widely used by regional development agencies, national and international organizations, and biotechnology companies. They are closely linked to the evolution of the biotechnology industry and the capacity to study, understand, and manipulate genetic material that has been possible due to scientific research and technological development. This includes the application of scientific and technological developments to agriculture, health, chemical, and energy industries.
Primate City
A primate city[1] is a city that is the largest in its country, province, state, or region, and disproportionately larger than any others in the urban hierarchy.[2] A primate city distribution is a rank-size distribution that has one very large city with many much smaller cities and towns and no intermediate-sized urban centers, creating a statistical king effect.[3]
Many primate cities gain an increasing share of their country's population. This can be due to a reduction in blue-collar population in the hinterlands because of mechanization and automation. Simultaneously, the number of educated employees in white-collar endeavors such as politics, finance, media, and higher education rises. These sectors are clustered predominantly in primate cities where power and wealth are concentrated.
Vertical Farming
Vertical farming is the practice of growing crops in vertically stacked layers.[1] It often incorporates controlled-environment agriculture, which aims to optimize plant growth, and soilless farming techniques such as hydroponics, aquaponics, and aeroponics.[1] Some common choices of structures to house vertical farming systems include buildings, shipping containers, underground tunnels, and abandoned mine shafts.
Mixed-use skyscrapers were proposed and built by architect Ken Yeang. Yeang proposes that instead of hermetically sealed mass-produced agriculture, plant life should be cultivated within open air, mixed-use skyscrapers for climate control and consumption. This version of vertical farming is based upon personal or community use rather than the wholesale production and distribution that aspires to feed an entire city.[16]
Kraljic Matrix
Peter Kraljic studied metallurgy and obtained his master's degree. He holds a doctorate from the Gottfried-Wilhelm-Leibniz-University Hannover and an MBA from INSEAD. He was director of the Düsseldorf branch of the consulting firm McKinsey & Company .
In supply chain management, the Kraljic matrix (or Kraljic model) is a method used to segment the purchases or suppliers of a company by dividing them into four classes, based on the complexity (or risk) of the supply market (such as monopoly situations, barriers to entry, technological innovation) and the importance of the purchases or suppliers (determined by the impact that they have on the profitability of the company). This subdivision allows the company to define the optimal purchasing strategies for each of the four types of purchases or suppliers.
The Kraljic matrix defines the following types of articles:
Non-critical items: components that have a low impact on the company and that are found in abundance and / or in low-risk markets (e.g., office stationery). For such items, the goal should be to maximize efficiency of the procurement process to reduce the administrative burden, for example by delegating purchasing to local managers, or using catalogs.
Leverage items: components that are important for the company but sourced from low-risk markets with an abundant supply. As the name suggests, the optimal management of these purchase categories is essential to ensure a satisfactory business result. For this type of component, the company tends to make the most of its bargaining power and the abundance of the offer with frequent negotiations.
Bottleneck items: components with a low business impact in economic terms but where supply continuity is at risk. The management of these components should be aimed at creating relationships of collaboration in the medium-long term between customer and supplier to guarantee the supply, with less emphasis on the cost.
Strategic items: components that are important for the company both in terms of economic impact and for supply conditions from complex and / or risky markets. In this field, the horizon is medium-long term with a continuous monitoring of the economic situation of the market, technical evolution, evaluation of "make-or-buy" options (the choice for a company between developing and manufacturing a product itself or outsourcing it from another supplier),[2] creation of alternatives and development of stable relationships and maximum collaboration with the suppliers.
In its original form, Kraljic's matrix is used for the mapping of purchases, not suppliers. However, the matrix works equally well to distinguish different categories of suppliers.
École
A grande école (French: [ɡʁɑ̃d ekɔl]; lit. 'great school') is a specialized top-level educational institution in France and some other previous French colonies such as Morocco or Tunisia. Grandes écoles are part of an alternative educational system that operates alongside the mainstream French public university system, and take the shape of institutes dedicated to teaching, research and professional training in either pure natural and social sciences, or applied sciences such as engineering, architecture, business administration, or public policy and administration.[1][2]
INSEAD, a contraction of "Institut Européen d'Administration des Affaires" (lit. 'European Institute of Business Administration'),[8] is a non-profit graduate business school that maintains campuses in France, Singapore, United Arab Emirates, and the United States. Its degree programs are postgraduate-only, taught in English and include a full-time Master of Business Administration (MBA), an Executive MBA (EMBA), Master in Management (MIM), Doctor of Business Administration, Executive Master of Finance and executive education programs.
Polytechnique's historic engineering graduate program has a highly selective admission process consisting of written and oral examinations, following classes préparatoires or a bachelor's degree.[6] French engineering students undergo initial military training and have the status of paid officer cadets.[7] The school has also been awarding doctorates since 1985, masters since 2005 and bachelors since 2017.[8] Most Polytechnique engineering graduates go on to become top executives in companies, senior civil servants, military officers, or researchers.
The Beaux-Arts de Paris (French pronunciation: [boz‿aʁ də pari]), formally the École nationale supérieure des beaux-arts, is a French grande école whose primary mission is to provide high-level fine arts education and training. The art school, which is part of the Paris Sciences et Lettres University, is located on two sites: Saint-Germain-des-Prés in Paris, and Saint-Ouen.
A business incubator is an organization that helps startup companies and individual entrepreneurs to develop their businesses by providing a fullscale range of services, starting with management training and office space, and ending with venture capital financing.
First Date Completion For Pickup Artist
Show her the tip
study lots of things and tease your knowledge by starting conversations on different topics
The In and Out
try and get her number in 5 minutes. This mentality will cut down long conversations being filled with sikence
End on a high note
if you see the end coming during a good conversation say you have an appointment to get to and ask for her number
Date
Actually talk about those things
Currency, Oil, & Gold Commodities Candlestick Charts
Swing Trading: Use mt4/mt5 With Heiken Ashi Charts, Setting at 14 or 21 Momentum Indicator above 0 as Divergence Oscillator and Volume Spread Analysis as Reversal Oscillator and Trade when bullish candlesticks above 200 exponential moving average and/or 20 exponential moving average (EMA) on H1 (Hourly) Time Frame; use H4 (4 Hours) and D1 (1 Day) as reference.
UK, Singapore, and Monégasque Boxing
Commercialism
A system of Social and economic organization in which financial profit is valued above any other criterion or consideration.
Weight Classes Teams-Boxing Clubs: Promotions (Solo) and Relegation (Teams) Tournaments and Exhibition ex. Team A Welterweight vs Team B Welterweight Relégation Exhibition and Boxer 1 from Team A vs Boxer 1 from Team B Promotions Tournaments
Remove Boxing from the Olympics
Create own Drug Testing labs & Substance list
Pay athletes from they are young
U-17 et U-20 Exposure
Conceptual Model
Divine Status*
Posh*
Crowning*
Masculine Epitome*
Adult Entertainment~
Multi-international Corporation~
Cultural Industry~
Cultural Diffusion~
Cultural Continuity~
Cultural Politics~
Consumer Culture~
*Brand Identity
~Stakeholder Appeal
Crowning (Term)
The sport of Boxing is a form of class Interaction. The goal of the Boxing Bodies is to make this sport a gateway to becoming a Billionaire (avoidance of another Mike Tyson). To take someone and crown them as a billionaire and put them in boxing royalty is the mindset. Yes winning is important but you don't fight forever.
Events & Tournaments
Locations
Boxing Heritage Classic (BHC) Host City Rotates
Different Location than Tournament; Global Locations; Round by Round Locations Change
Tournament Sponsors
Oil Companies; Good Publicity For Them; Larger Prize Money
Title of Pre-tournament Weekend
Boxing Heritage Classic (BHC)
Traditions of Events & Tournaments
Weekend Schedule
Friday and Saturday
Casino Jam
Cigar Lounge
Invitational Poker Games; Fixed cost buy in
Fundraisers
High Profile Guest
Politicians
Actors
Models
Athletes
Musicians
Corporate Executives
Royal Families
Painters
Sunday Night
Art Auction
Athletic Banquets
Placement of Bets (Televised)
High Profile Guest
Politicians
Actors
Models
Athletes
Musicians
Corporate Executives
Royal Families
Painters
Boxing Version of Olympics (Physical Test Olympics)
Host a Series of Physical Test before Tournaments
Weight Lifting
Military Bodyweight Competition
Mix Isometric Stops in Both Competition
Aerobic Circuits Races
Have regression versions of physical test for youth to perform
By Having a Physical Test Olympics this Grows the Sport. This Event is Going to Start Off With A Few Competitive-Events But As This Event Grows the Sport Grows into a Society
With each Country Creating its Own Event this Grows the Sport
Tournaments
Host a Tournament once every two months
Create Boxing Fantasy Leagues for Tournaments
Fan's Dream Card
All-Star Game Resemblance
Fan's vote for every weight class Two dream matchups (2 fight series is an option)
No ducking fights stigma
Corporate Tournament
Teams a build through representation of weight class
Teams are owned by companies
Salary cap is imposed to keep things fair
Algorithm to determine player's salaries
Player's fees are percentage value not dollar value
Example if The tournaments salary cap is $100 million and a boxer had 35% value he would get $35 million
Physique Tournament
Celebrity Female Judges
A mix of runway and bodybuilding competition
Increase female fan base
Reasons
Open the sport to modelling industry
Make the Masculine physique and masculine Frame a boxer In the female's eyes. This will lead to more mother's putting their kids into the sport
Male models aren't even close in competition to female models
This sport naturally develops an aesthetic physique
The World Class Invitational Tournament
The top 3 boxers in their respective country are invited to compete
Model of the Masters in Golf
Winner gets custom gold gloves with diamonds
Champions Invitational
Boxing has lots of titles (which is a good thing.)
At year's end host a tournament for each weight class
Add more titles to increase cards
Each title must be defended prior to entering tournament
Reason
At the end of the event you will have multi-belt champions
The sport will have the most multi-belt champions
Whoever wins tournament for their respective weight class gets a crown
Winners choose one title they want to defend; the rest be vacant
Bracket Invitational
Top 32 fighter are invited
There are two Brackets
1-16 & 17-32
Placing top seeds in same bracket to ensure there’s always a chance for upset in championship
Constant changes in rankings do to this system and more international superstars
Exposure for fighters outside the top 10
Reference Style Chav Boxing by Caleb "Lightning Slaps" Hughes
Chav
This is a derogatory British slang word for a young hooligan who normally starts fights and makes trouble. “Chavs” are usually seen as lower class.
Training Gear
Focus Mitts
Punching Shield
Reflex Bag
Double End Bag
Heavy Bags
Naoya Inoue Influence for Chav Shell (Bladed Half Guard)
Wide Stance with Weight Forward
Inverted-V Target (Solar Plexus, Liver, Spleen, Obliques) opens Head as a Target
Centerline connection opens Flanks
Multiple Jab Triggers Own Counter Hooks Combo
Front Power Hooks over Jabs for Single Punches
Warm Up Workout: Systematic Calisthenics Warm Up 10 Seconds Horse Stance-30 Rounds Weighted Jump Rope Superset with Yoga Recovery, Systematic Isometic-isotonic Dynamic Plank and Cobra Yoga Pose Recovery, and Sauna for Relaxation
Equipment
Resistance Loop Bands
Gymnastic Rings
Sledgehammer and Tires
Battle Ropes
Force-Velocity Curve
Speed-Strength
The boxer-puncher possesses many of the qualities of the out-boxer: hand speed, often an outstanding jab combination, and/or counter-punching skills, better defense and accuracy than a brawler, while possessing brawler-type power. The boxer-puncher may also be more willing to fight in an aggressive swarmer-style than an out-boxer. In general the boxer-puncher lacks the mobility and defensive expertise of the pure boxer. They are the most unpredictable among all 4 boxing styles. They don't fit in the rock-paper-scissors theory, so how the fight plays out between this style and other styles tends to be unpredictable. A boxer-puncher's ability to mix things up may prove to be a hindrance to any of the three other boxing styles, but at the same time their versatility means that they tend to be a master of none. (Example Naoya Inoue and Teófimo López)
Workout: Systematic Calisthenics Warm Up 10 Seconds Horse Stance-30 Rounds Weighted Jump Rope Superset with Yoga Recovery et Systematic Isometic-isotonic Dynamic Plank and Cobra Yoga Pose Recovery
Equipment: Resistance Loop Bands, Gymnastic Rings, Sledgehammer and Tires, Battle Ropes
Double Guard (High and Chav Shell: Bladed Half Guard)
Geometry Head Movement
Footwork: Cross step; Apply Pressure by stepping Diagonally forward; L-Step; The L-Step is a quick step to the outside and is effective for cutting off your opponent or can be used to take you out of a negative position. GGG is a good example. An orthodox boxer would take the step to the right and a southpaw to the left.
Combos: Ends combos with a jab; Better defence; Creates space
Chav Shell Four Lines of Defense
Distance Control
Guarding Inside of Striking Center Line
Jab
Clenching
Chav Shell Boxing Key Fundamentals
Offensive
Off-center Head Straight Punches
Breathing
Intelligent Pressure
Power Shots
Combination Themes (Time Interval)
Hand and Foot Speed
Guard Ripping Strikes
Chin Tuck to Shoulder While Striking
Chav Shell Boxing Strategy For Studying Opposition
Counterpunching
Balance after striking
Are they to off balance to defend
Aggression zone
Where in the ring do they explode
Power
Can they knockout their opponents with their front hand
Guard
Overprotection
What area are they concerned about
Triangle Defense
How do they guard the corners and ropes
Clenching
Do they like space or clenching
Brawling
Do they have the balls to just swing and sacrifice getting hit
Chav Shell Boxing Physics
Basic physics tells us that punch force is dependent on the Impulse-Momentum relationship (the change in momentum experienced by a body under the action of a force is equal to the impulse of the resultant force). Use Impulse-Angular Momentum and Kinetic Energy.
This formula creates heavy hand feeling when done properly
Reverse Rotate Punching Hand Hip for more Torque
Pronate Rear Hand
Pronate Front Hand
Boxing Stance
Southpaw
Kinetic Energy
The kinetic energy of an object is the energy that it possesses due to its motion.
When throwing punch firm front leg
Lean to front foot
Impulse Kinetic Chain
Open kinetic chain as “a combination of successively arranged joints in which the terminal segments can move freely”. Thus the distal segment of the extremity is free to move in space
Regular Chain (Diagonal)
Glutes-Lats-Rear Delt-Tricep-Forearm-First 2 Knuckles
Abs and Obliques for stabilization
Heavy Hands or Power Shots
Imagine you are an elastic band wrapped around a pole with the ends out. When the front end is tugged, that's your front hand and reverse front hip rotation. When the back end is tugged, that's your rear hand and reverse back hip rotation. Remember to use Obliques and Lats
Think of this motion as a coil-flex-release
Closed System
A closed system is a physical system that does not allow transfer of matter in or out of the system
Torque
Torque is the rotational equivalent of linear force. It is also referred to as the moment, moment of force, rotational force or turning effect, depending on the field of study. The concept originated with the studies by Archimedes of the usage of levers.
Impulse
impulse is the integral of a force, F, over the time interval, t, for which it acts. Since force is a vector quantity, impulse is also a vector quantity. Impulse applied to an object produces an equivalent vector change in its linear momentum, also in the resultant direction.
BENEFITS OF SHADOWBOXING
ZERO EQUIPMENT REQUIRED
One of the biggest benefits of shadowboxing is the fact that you don’t need any equipment to do it. This makes it super accessible to anyone who’s looking to learn boxing or just wants to get in a low-budget yet effective workout.
You don’t need to invest in a standing bag, boxing gloves, or full boxing gym membership. All you need is enough space in your room to throw a few punches, and maybe a mirror to watch your form as you go.
STRENGTHENS YOUR CARDIOVASCULAR ENDURANCE
You’re constantly moving when you’re shadowboxing. It’s not just your fists that are flying but you’re staying light on your feet, squatting in your boxer’s stance, and engaging your core. Everything is activating from your legs to your glutes to your abs to your arms.
This is why if you’ve ever shadowboxed before you know that it doesn’t take long for your heart rate to elevate, your breathing to speed up, and your sweat to start pouring. It’s such an effective cardiovascular activity that a 185-pound person can burn over 370 calories in less than 30 minutes of shadowboxing.
This full-body exercise strengthens your heart and lungs as your body demands more oxygen and blood flow. And the stronger your heart and lungs get through exercises like shadowboxing, the more efficiently they can deliver oxygen and blood throughout your body. In other words, the more you shadowbox, the more endurance you build.
Sky Box Office is Sky's pay-per-view (PPV) system operated in the United Kingdom and Ireland. There were three branded divisions of Sky Box Office – Sky Cinema Box Office, Sky Sports Box Office and Sky 3D Box Office. Until 1 February 2011, the system ran under unified Sky Box Office branding. On 4 January 2017, all Sky Cinema Box Office channels ceased broadcasting, with only Sky Sports Box Office remaining available.[1]
Sky Sports Subsidiaries
Magazines Owned Gyms as League Franchises: A franchise agreement is a contract under which the franchisor grants the franchisee the right to operate a business, or offer, sell, or distribute goods or services identified or associated with the franchisor's trademark, Ex. 250 Gyms for 5 Magazines 50 per Magazine.
No Closed Doors Super Series: Bi-monthly Six Fight Multi Locations Series with Behind the Scenes between Two Boxers
Box Raw Bi-weekly Boxing Economy Newspaper and Monthly Biography Magazine
Box Raw Fashion Label and Equipment
Box Raw Boxing Science Corporate Education
Box Raw Streaming Daily Fantasy Sportsbook (Options Trading Turf Accountant)
Boxing Gloves as Kit Rivals
Target Audience
Gamblers and BioEngineers
Turf Accounting Model
+EV
Python Programming Gaussian Distribution
Exotic Options Trading Live Betting
Parlays Minimum for Round Robins
Daily Fantasy Rakes
Street Culture
Street Food
Street Photography
Street Workout
Café Culture
Children's Street Culture
Block Party
Savile Row: A street can often serve as the catalyst for the neighborhood's prosperity, culture and solidarity.
Ring Fundamentals Workout
Top position hold: 5 sets of 15 seconds, 30 sec. rest
Ring dip: 5 sets of 8-12 reps, 1 min. rest
Reverse row sit-back: 5 sets of 10-15 reps, 1 min. rest
Tuck/L-sit: 5 sets of 15 seconds, 30 sec. rest
Ring chin-up or pull-up: 5 sets of 8-12 reps, 1 min. rest
Dynamic/Isometric Superset Workout
Ring dip: 6-8 reps of dip, with a 15-sec. top position hold in between each rep. Do this for 5 sets with 1 min. rest between sets.
Reverse row sit-back: 6 to 8 reps with a 15-sec. tuck/L-sit in between each rep. Do this for 5 sets with 1 minute of rest between sets.
Ring chin-up or pull-up: 5 sets of 8 to 12 reps, with 1 minute of rest between sets.
Street Culture
Street Food
Street Photography
Street Workout
Café Culture
Children's Street Culture
Block Party
Bloor Street: A street can often serve as the catalyst for the neighborhood's prosperity, culture and solidarity.
Boxing Gym Culture
Urban Fiction (Crime Newspaper Articles, Movies, TV Series) Caleb's Rise International Film Festival Genre: Street Literature Henriad Shakespeare Adaptation Thrillers
Contracts and Investments
Share Appreciation Right Plans (SAR Plans)
Under SAR Plans, the corporation grants plan participants share appreciation rights. Each SAR entitles participants to receive, on vesting, the net value of the increase in the market value of the corporation’s share between the grant date and the vesting date. Share Appreciation Right Plans are similar to stock option plans in some ways, and to RSU Plans in others:
Value. Share Appreciation Rights function much like stock options in many ways – but unlike stock options, participants aren’t required to pay the exercise price when they exercise the SAR. Share Appreciation Rights start with a nil value at the time of grant, so will have no value at vesting if the market value of the shares has decreased between the dates of grant and of vesting.
Plan Terms. Share Appreciation Right Plans typically contain provisions similar to those of RSU Plans in respect to plan administration, maximum shares reserved for issuance, grant agreement, market value, employment, share capital adjustments, change of control and shareholder agreements.
Vesting. Like RSU Plans, vesting provisions in SAR Plans can also be based on time, performance or both. Performance-based SARs are sometimes called “performance appreciation rights” or “PARs”. Once vested, the plan participant can settle the SARs in cash or in an amount of shares that equals the amount payable to the participant divided by the per share market value
Deferred Compensation
Deferred compensation refers to that part of one’s contribution that is withheld and paid at a future date. Retirement plans and employee pensions are examples of deferred compensation. Employers usually withhold a fraction of employees’ compensation every month, accumulate it over time, and pay the lump sum amount on a date previously agreed upon in the employment contract.
Real Estate Joint Venture (JV)
A real estate joint venture (JV) is a deal between multiple parties to work together and combine resources to develop a real estate project. Most large projects are financed and developed as a result of real estate joint ventures. JVs allow real estate operators (individuals with extensive experience managing real estate projects) to work with real estate capital providers (entities that can supply capital for a real estate project).
Farmland Investments
Age 16-19
Bond Funds
Farmland REITS
CFDS
Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account
Age 20-30
Farmland Recession Proof Stocks (AgTech, Ag ETFS, AgETN)
Incubator and Startup Accelerators
Age 30-40
Farmland Blue Chip Indexes w/ Credit Spread Options
Street literature is a literary genre set in a city landscape; however, the genre is as much defined by the socio-economic realities and culture of its characters as the urban setting. The tone for urban fiction is usually dark, focusing on the underside of city living. Profanity, sex, and violence are usually explicit, with the writer not shying away from or watering-down the material. Most authors of this genre draw upon their past experiences to depict their storylines.
Caleb's Rise International Film Festival Genre: Street Literature Henriad Shakespeare Adaptation Defense Lawyers Impure Aesthetic Thrillers
Literary Device
Film Literature
in establishing the limits of both the novel (Newspapers) and the film, argues that novelist and film director meet in the attempt “to make you see”, the former through the mind; the latter through the eye.
“impure” aesthetic, one tinged with the markings of society, ideology, and sexual desire.
Capitalism, Betrayal, Nostalgia, Resplendent Anarchy
Poetic Réalisme
Poetic realism films are "recreated realism", stylised and studio-bound, rather than approaching the "socio-realism of the documentary". They usually have a fatalistic view of life with their characters living on the margins of society, either as unemployed members of the working class or as criminals.
Self-destructive Escapism
Escapism is mental diversion from unpleasant aspects of daily life, typically through activities involving imagination or entertainment. Escapism also may be used to occupy one's self away from persistent feelings of depression or general sadness.
Surréalisme-Synecdoqu-Métonymie Screenplay
Surrealism is an art and cultural movement that developed in Europe in the aftermath of World War I in which artists aimed to allow the unconscious mind to express itself, often resulting in the depiction of illogical or dreamlike scenes and ideas.[1] Its intention was, according to leader André Breton, to "resolve the previously contradictory conditions of dream and reality into an absolute reality, a super-reality", or surreality.[2][3][4] It produced works of painting, writing, theatre, filmmaking, photography, and other media as well.
a figure of speech in which a part is made to represent the whole or vice versa, as in Cleveland won by six runs
the substitution of the name of an attribute or adjunct for that of the thing meant, for example suit for business executive, or the track for horse racing.
Allégorie
a story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one.
Suspense is created by withholding information or revealing it slowly, creating a sense of mystery or uncertainty about what will happen next.
A thriller generally keeps its audience on the "edge of their seats" as the plot builds towards a climax. The cover-up of important information is a common element.[2] Literary devices such as red herrings, plot twists, unreliable narrators, and cliffhangers are used extensively. A thriller is often a villain-driven plot, presenting obstacles that the protagonist or hero must overcome.
Slavoj Žižek Lacanianism or Lacanian psychoanalysis is a theoretical system that explains the mind, behavior, and culture through a structuralist and post-structuralist extension of classical psychoanalysis, initiated by the work of Jacques Lacan from the 1950s to the 1980s.
Scoring
Drill Producers watch the film and then get a scene to Score
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Caleb Hughes Tudor Rose Welfare Recipe Gastronomy
Baked Goods
RumChata Pound Cake Loaf
Ingredients
1 stick butter, room temperature
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 cup RumChata Liquor
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 large eggs
1 tsp teaspoon vanilla extract
Cinnamon Rolls
2 and 3/4 cups (344g) all-purpose flour (spooned & leveled)
1/4 cup (50g) granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup (180ml) buttermilk
3 Tablespoons (43g) unsalted butter
2 and 1/4 teaspoons Platinum Yeast from Red Star or any instant yeast (1 standard packet)
1 large egg, at room temperature
Filling
3 Tablespoons (43g) unsalted butter, extra softened
1/3 cup (67g) packed light or dark brown sugar
1 Tablespoon ground cinnamon
Cream Cheese Icing
1 Teaspoon Espresso
4 ounces (113g) full-fat block cream cheese, softened to room temperature
2 Tablespoons (28g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature
2/3 cup (80g) confectioners’ sugar
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Caleb Rolls
2 and 3/4 cups (344g) all-purpose flour (spooned & leveled)
1/4 cup (50g) granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup (180ml) buttermilk
3 Tablespoons (43g) unsalted butter
2 and 1/4 teaspoons Platinum Yeast from Red Star or any instant yeast (1 standard packet)
1 large egg, at room temperature
Filling
Rosemary Scrambled Eggs w/ Cheese
Bacon Bits
Cream Cheese Icing
Egg Wash
Rosemary
Oven
Dinners
Fish and Chips
4 large potatoes, peeled and cut into strips
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 cup milk
1 egg
1 quart vegetable oil for frying
1 ½ pounds cod fillets
Deep Fryer
Tuna Cake Breakfast Sandwich
2 eggs
2 teaspoons lemon juice
10 tablespoons Italian-seasoned bread crumbs
3 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
3 (5 ounce) cans tuna, drained
3 tablespoons diced onion
1 pinch ground black pepper
3 tablespoons rendered duck fat
4 Slices of Cheddar Cheese
Deep Fryer
Mozzarella-Stuffed Crispy Portobello Burgers
2 Marinated-and-Roasted Portobellos
1/2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese (2 ounces)
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon ranch dressing mix , such as Hidden Valley
2 large eggs , beaten
1 cup panko Japanese-style breadcrumbs
Neutral-flavored oil ,for frying
3/4 teaspoon kosher salt
3/8 teaspoon black pepper
2 hamburger buns of your choice
1/4 cup Thousand Island Dressing
1/4 cup dill pickle chips
1 cup shredded iceberg lettuce
1 medium tomato ,cut in 4 (1/4-inch-thick) slices
Drinks
Whipped Cold Brew
Robusta
Whip Cream
Milk
All Spice
Ice
Blender
Granola Smoothie
Granola
All Spice
Sugar
Blueberries
Blender
Rum Milkshakes
Sangster’s Rum Cream
60ml
Coconut Milk
240ml
Vanilla Essence
Chocolate Ice Cream
6 scoops
Coun'riad Criminal Unionism
Coun'riad: Counting money in the County through a Count with Henriad Shakespeare Impure Aesthetics
Real Estate Licenses over Diplomas
Craft unionism refers to a model of trade unionism in which workers are organised based on the particular craft or trade in which they work. It contrasts with industrial unionism, in which all workers in the same industry are organized into the same union, regardless of differences in skill.
Industrial unionism is a trade union organising method through which all workers in the same industry are organized into the same union, regardless of skill or trade, thus giving workers in one industry, or in all industries, more leverage in bargaining and in strike situations.
As an anti-statist ideology, social anarchism opposes the concentration of power in the form of a State.[19] To social anarchists, the state is a type of coercive hierarchy designed to enforce private property and to limit individual self-development.[20] Social anarchists reject both centralised and limited forms of government, instead upholding social collaboration as a means to achieve a spontaneous order, without any social contract supplanting social relations.[21] Social anarchists believe that the abolition of the state will lead to greater "freedom, flourishing and fairness".
As an anti-capitalist ideology, social anarchism is opposed to the dominant expressions of capitalism, including the expansion of transnational corporations through globalization.[10] It comprises one of the main forms of socialism, alongside utopian socialism, democratic socialism and authoritarian socialism. Social anarchism rejects private property, particularly private ownership of the means of production, as the principal source of social inequality. As such, social anarchists typically oppose propertarianism, as they consider it to exacerbate social and economic inequality, suppress individual agency and require the maintenance of hierarchical institutions.
Monopoly, real-estate board game for two to eight players, in which the player's goal is to remain financially solvent while forcing opponents into bankruptcy by buying and developing pieces of property.
“Mirrors for Princes” designates a literary genre in which political ideas are expressed in the form of advice to a ruler.
Count (feminine: countess) is a historical title of nobility in certain European countries, varying in relative status, generally of middling rank in the hierarchy of nobility.[1] Especially in earlier medieval periods the term often implied not only a certain status, but also that the count had specific responsibilities or offices. The etymologically related English term "county" denoted the territories associated with some countships, but not all.
A county may be further subdivided into districts, hundreds, townships, or other administrative jurisdictions within the county. A county usually, but not always, contains cities, towns, townships, villages, or other municipal corporations, which in most cases are somewhat subordinate or dependent upon county governments. Depending on the nation, municipality, and local geography, municipalities may or may not be subject to direct or indirect county control. The functions of both levels are often consolidated into a city government when the area is densely populated, and are generally not when it is less densely populated.[b]
An upper-tier municipality means a municipality of which two or more lower-tier municipalities form part for municipalities purposes.
County Speech Accent
Glottal Stops Consonants
Ex. T is Eigh'een, G is Jar'on, L Ho'y; How are you amon' us Ho'y Shi'?!
Made up Verbs, Nouns, and Adjective with Schwa Endings: ER=SCHWA
Ex. Punch is Pover: Do you want a Pover to the Chin!
UK Class Structure
Royals
Monopoly Family
Government
Upper Class
Middle Class
County Speech Accent Vertical Farming Real Estate Socioeconomic Status
County Shilling
Ex. Welfare is £5000, it is now öS25,000 Schillings (50 Pence).
County Speech Pover Football
County Speech Accent Stylistic Biomechanics: Dribbling Foot To Ball Contact (Balls of Feet and Arch of Feet); Knee for Direction; Foot Drags; & Hip Angle, Crescent Moon Running Mechanics, and Laces Pover.
County Speech Accent Training: Metabolic Resistance Training; 200m-High Jump Cross Training; Keto BHB for Metabolism, Creatine-L-Carnitine L-Tartrate-Leucine for mTOR are my Supplements.
County Speech Accent Literature Circles
During literature circle time, students read together, then have discussions in which each student performs a specific role. Roles include the discussion director, vocabulary enricher, literary luminary, and checker. The teacher conducts mini-lessons before and after the literature circles.
Person A reads Chapter 1 and Person B reads Chapter 2.
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