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hardavenuewolf · 4 years ago

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Accram Wamala Prof Tyberg May 6, 2021

The impact of covid 19 on the society

The covid 19 outbreak was one of the unexpected and deadly virus that fell on the world out of no where. Before it spread all we could hear was news, rumors and headlines about the virus that by then was killing people in Wuhan, china. As Americans we didn’t believe in it thus we went ahead carrying out daily activities, businesses were carried on, schools were still open and international travels were not restricted by then, everything was normal because the government never put up measures to maybe protect the American people from the deadly virus. Before the corona outbreak I remember I had just applied for a new job at star bucks, and I was waiting on the reply, luckily enough I got hired and started working the following week. By then everything went smooth, shifts were back to back and normal and at times I used to pick up extra hours because the store was so busy my co workers never liked working extra hours. On the 15 of March if I remember I woke up on the news saying that a number of people got the virus and it was spreading rapidly. As soon I got to work like around 11:30, our store manager chaired a meeting informing us of the rules and safety measures that were put in place of which were, wearing a mask at work all time, wearing gloves while making or brewing customer orders was mandatory. Unfortunately our hours were cut and we were told that we would be laid off if the Government puts up public restrictions.

By the end of the march Corona virus was declared a pandemic and we were laid off immediately without further notice. This was a huge a blow to me and my coworkers because that fact that we all were students and the fact that this job really helped us with car fees and other expenses. These were hard times that really hit so many people in different ways financially, socially and economically. I tried applying for part time jobs with different companies but it was vain, some of the companies replied saying, “ we are so sorry but we have no vacancy or position at the moment.” I had no option, my sister who is nurse was taking care of us because she was the only person in our household that had a job by then. She was working as a Licensed registered nurse at kaiser Permanente at woodland hills, she was constantly called to go for work even on the weekends and she always narrated stories about the situation they were going through at the hospital. She narrated them being a top priority in health care the hospital couldn’t lay them off because the number of covid patients was on the rise. Her story is so related to Dr Rieux in camu’s novel the plague. Imagine dealing with Covid patients and at the same time being exposed to the virus although safety measures where put up in the hospital it doesn’t necessarily prevent the spread of the virus. Her job put her at risk but her profession couldn’t let her quarantine at home and she was devoted to helping recovering covid patients. She always said, “ Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest accomplishment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” This quote always made her love her job and it helped her a lot in comforting the patients and it was also a motivation to her. When you look at how quickly the United States Government the declared the stay at home order this was because of the huge number of rising covid cases every. Hospital were so full and the equipments were not enough thus this lead restrictions of who is supposed to go to the hospital and who is not. Elderly people were at risk of catching the virus and dying so quick, youth were continuously ordered to quarantine and curfews were always put up in various cities and states. The pandemic limited social activities and interactions and for students who had clinical classes were extended/ suspended until further notice. More than 1.5 billion students were out of due to Covid-19 not until when colleges started offering online classes this some how eased studies. We believed the pandemic was gonna be s short term thing but it was like the plague in camus novel. People in oran believed the pandemic was a hoax and that the rat curses were a natural thing not until people started catching the virus and the death rate went on increasing and mogues were full and this resulted in burying the corpses in mass graves. The American Government put up so many measures and created so bodies like the American rescue plan that would help the American people especially those with small businesses and families that are not financially stable. The Covid 19 pandemic shown that an infectious disease threat anywhere can be a threat everywhere. The US government had challenges acquiring simple items such as nasal swabs because of its reliance on asian suppliers, and faced shortages in disinfecting and alcohol wipes because of its reliance on global chemical suppliers, in order for the the government to prepare for future pandemics such supplies should be stocked well in advance of the need, or domestic supplies need to be available.

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stirringwinds · 6 years ago

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first, this blog is awesome and honestly bless. second, my grandfather is from southern Louisiana and, to scare squirrels out of his yard, he yells “gEYAHYA!!!!!” Which is a really slurred, accented version of “get out of here!” how do you think some of the other countries, mostly Lord Father and the Professional Wine Stepdad, would react to Alfred saying something similar?????

thank you, anon! also, this has 0 plot lmao and sorry i wasnt sure how to work in Professional Wine Stepdad, but here’s Garbagedad and Trashson.

His father’s nose is wrinkled up in the manner of one who has been forced to smell the Thames amidst the Great Stink of 1858. Imperiously, he gestures at Alfred with the very hand nursing a mint julep (which Alfred had of course, made himself. He had the best recipes). Horrifyingly, some of it sloshes over the silver rim of the cup.

“What manner of utter gibberish just streamed from your mouth, lad?”

Alfred stares at Arthur blankly. The old man was certainly drifting more often nowadays. “I was telling the squirrels to scram.”

“You most certainly did not, you said GEY-ARRRRH-YEEEEEAH.”

The sound of Sir Lord Arthur Bloody Kirkland trying to imitate an American accent proves too much for Alfred. His laughter rings out long and loud.

When he finally recovers, “Old man, I totally said ‘get outta here’ to the squirrels.” For good measure, he enunciates it clearly and slowly this time.

His father snorts. He’s now chewing on a sprig of mint noisily, the epitome of fine British deportment and decorum. “And pray tell, why do you feel a pressing need to scream at random, small woodland animals on this fine day?”

“Didn’t want them getting in my bird feeders, duh.” Jerks his head in the direction of the porch, which the slanting rays of the late afternoon sun had bathed in gold. Lord Father was obsessed with birds, surely he knew that? “Also, some of them carry bubonic plague, so y’know.”

Arthur nods approvingly. “A horrid time it was, the Black Death.” The brief, misty and distant look that washes over his father’s eyes is undoubtedly him recollecting a seven-hundred-year old memory of picking plague-infested fleas off himself or something.

Then, his father’s gargantuan brows furrow in disapproval, as he backtracks to their previous topic. “In any case, you swallow your consonant sounds rather too much, lad.”

“A mere cultural difference in accents,” Alfred returns. He so could do a clipped and sharp cadence if he wanted to, which he didn’t right now. Fixes his eyes on his father, brows raised, lips curving into a smirk. “And don’t give me that look. You just switched from sounding like the most overstuffed Londoner to some dude from Manchester in the space of two sentences.”

#shitpost #helltalia #garbagedad and trashson #aph america #aph england #hetalia #sometimes i think of these fools in terms of post imperial handovers #and 10 0000 volumes of international foreign relations #other times it's weird road trips and cultural differences across the Pond

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years ago

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Superstitious

Summary: Your bad luck had been your only friend growing up. Now that you’re studying at university, could you meet someone who accepted you?

Characters: Lee Taeyong x reader

Genre: fluff / supernatural au

A/N: Welcome to the first story of Frightful October! Admittedly this happened all too fast. The idea was to use a different idol and more supernatural elements but this literally wrote itself after a gifset of clumsy Taeyong, and I’m so happy with it! I hope you enjoy this!

Word count: 3024

Your whole life had been built up on superstitions.

As someone who had been ill as a child, you had heard many old wives tales given to your parents to nurse you back to health. But since then you had been nothing but clumsy, relatives and family friends would always remind you to be careful.

“You were born with bad luck, you mustn’t make it worse!” your Grandmother had chanted for your entire childhood.

So naturally you became cautious.

You avoided all the common superstitions. At first your cousin had chastised you for being so foolish. No one could have such bad luck just because of a few folklores. But there had been one time where you missed that it was Friday the 13th and came home with a broken arm and a bad case of pneumonia from a simple school trip. From there on, you stayed home on those days. Mirrors weren’t something you allowed yourself to get too close to since you were eleven; only just recovering from what you felt was an extremely difficult adolescence, and you were certain it came from breaking a large mirror in your family home. You never stood on train tracks and cracks, or walked under a ladder, just in case. Umbrellas were rarely used by you, and if anyone opened one inside around you, it would send you into a fizz.

To counter your bad luck you had every lucky charm and well intended chant incorporated into your life, your keyring sported a rabbits foot, your bedroom door had a horseshoe up the right away, and you would always knock on wood, say bless you when someone sneezed, and admittedly, you carried salt with you always.

You could say you were more than prepared to combat any bad luck coming in threes.

But this made you different. People didn’t like being around you because you were a beacon of bad luck in your little town. Everyone knew about you. Growing up, you were soon blacklisted off of any sporting team, the last to be chosen for anything and those who ended up with you were instantly depressed. Group presentations were something you simply didn’t do; even teachers would rearrange the assignment so you could work on it alone. And if they weren’t doing that to help the students they would set up feng-shui or their own lucky talismans whenever you were in their classes to ward off any bad luck you might produce.

Any misfortunes that happened to the township was blamed on you, and only you. Even your family were spared from being lumped with you, others sympathising with them for having such a daughter. It made you feel less loved by them, and soon you preferred to be alone anyways.

You were used to being ostracised, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

Because you had no one to rely on, you turned to your inner passion. It had been by mistake that you had stumbled upon the world of magic and folklore, studying up further superstitions when you were fourteen, in hopes to find a way to be accepted. Being hormonal and going through puberty had made you especially lonely, and desperate. But instead of finding a magical cure, you found yourself intrigued by supernatural things. You started studying mythical creatures, immortals, shape shifters, and other magical beings. It was like a whole new world, one you longed to belong to. You felt closer to these folk, and hoped to discover them one day. You had tried everything. You had often walked in the forests surrounding your township, even though you ran the high probability of coming home limping from tripping over, only to hope to see some sign of a woodland fairy or nymph, to cross paths with a wolf that held human eyes, or to step into a witches’ coven. It never happened, though you never gave up hope that one day you would meet someone who could accept you and all your bad luck too.

Your favourite thing to study about was witchcraft and you had dabbled in it from time to time, mostly to humour yourself, but sometimes it had been out of desperation again. To find a cure to your clumsiness, or to make at least your parents like you.

And on the night of school prom, to have Oh Sehun somehow fall in love with you and pick you up to take you to the dance.

You knew it wouldn’t happen. Your Grandmother had built it well into your psyche; you were just a really bad apple.

Somehow, perhaps because you had so much time to study due to not having a social life, you won a scholarship to the university you had picked as your choice. Your parents had been hesitant to let you go, unleashing your bad luck on others had always been something they tried their best to prevent, almost keeping you captive all these years. Your township had been tiny; going to the city would be overwhelming for someone like you, so they believed.

You only saw it as freedom. No one knew you, perhaps you could start anew, and not have bad luck there, you had argued. Though deep down you doubted that too. You were destined to carry around talismans and every lucky charm for the rest of your life.

All the same you finally made it, ignoring the party that you knew the township was throwing the same day you left for Seoul. Because the idea of leaving them was something to rejoice yourself. Even though you were scared a lot that day.

You were hyper alert on the train ride to your new home, not allowing yourself to rest even though you had been up since 5am. You had to make sure you didn’t harm anyone else unintentionally. And you had been successful, but it was terribly exhausting too. When you finally made it to your dorms, you pulled out your room information, looking up at the tall building and then back at your number.

#127.

You groaned as you found the stairwell. You hadn’t taken an elevator in your entire life. Instead you were left climbing up twelve flights of stairs with all your luggage. You were thankful when you saw the door number ahead of you, unlocking it and reaching to turn on the light. Nothing changed; the room was still in darkness. Groaning, you went into your tiny kitchen area and turned on the faucet, and nothing came out except and odd gurgle sound.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry. Today you had escaped your bad luck in your hometown.

But it was hard to hold the tears back and to grasp onto hope.

Surprisingly, after that night your life did take a turn for the better. For the next month, you had managed to not harm yourself more than usual, and not bother anyone else. You actually got hired for a part time job and kept it so far, all whilst navigating your university life with some success. It had given you a sense of acheivement and confidence to finally be in a bustling environment that no one knew you, and be seen as another student, not the one who everyone needs to avoid like the plague.

But that also blinded you for what was to come next. You had been so focused on yourself, that you hadn’t once expected there to be someone like you out there. You had spent years trying to find at least one other who suffered from bad luck like you. And not one person had ever appeared.

Until your world collided with Lee Taeyong. Literally.

“Ow!” you cried as you found yourself on the ground, rubbing your elbow lightly and then looking around yourself. Your stuff was everywhere, but it was mixed in with more than it should have been. You found the culprit sitting on the ground and rubbing at his own leg too. He laughed sheepishly and got up, holding out a hand for you to take. You reached up for it, but he pulled you up too fast and you struggled to gather your balance in time, both of you toppling back onto the grass. Except you were now on top of him, and blushing profusely.

“Ah, sorry,” he said weakly, laughing again. “I’m kind of clumsy. I didn’t mean to pull you down on me like this; honest it wasn’t a plan or anything. I was genuinely meaning to just help you up, but perhaps I shouldn’t have because now we’re like this and I’m rambling and I should really just stop, right?”

You nodded.

This time you both got up by your own device, the taller boy biting at his lip for a moment and then thrust his hand out for you to take. “I’m Lee Taeyong.”

“Y/N,” you greeted, shaking his hand and looking at all your things on the ground.

Taeyong’s eyes followed your gaze and immediately set to collecting your papers. “I’m so sorry about this. Honestly I am so useless at times!”

“Don’t feel like that, I’m clumsy too. It could have easily been me,” you assured, smiling at how alike he sounded. You were certain you had been more than over accommodating to others in the past when you made a mistake. It almost made you feel bad for Taeyong, but the sting in your elbow reminded you not to grow too helpful towards him either.

If he was clumsy like you, it could be a recipe for disaster.

“I think I’ve collected them all,” he stated, handing you the pile and then glanced down at his watch. He gasped. “Oh I’m late for class. It was nice bumping into you, well I mean not literally, but figuratively, and I hope to see you again and not harm you of course!”

He was off, his words trailing after him and you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself at how adorable he was. Unlike you, he took his clumsiness in his stride, his bubbly nature seeming infectious. You wondered if he was truly as clumsy as he said, and had been ostracised. Shaking your head, you doubted it, with his handsome looks he would still be accepted by others for sure.

You headed off to the library, which was thankfully uneventful for the rest of the walk there, and settled into studying quietly. And then there was a loud ringtone that startled you and the others around you. For a moment you stared, waiting to see who would silence their phone until you realised it was coming from inside your stash of papers. With colour flaring to your cheeks, you fumbled around to find the source of the noise, a mobile phone appearing as you scattered the papers quickly. You all but jumped on it to silence it, answering the call on the unfamiliar phone.

“Hello?” you whispered.

“Oh thank god, that’s you Y/N, right? It’s me, Taeyong. I think you have my phone.”

Getting up and moving away from all the glares, you walked over to the windows before answering him. “Since I answered it in the middle of the library, I think yes, I do.”

“Ouch, I forgot to put it on silent. Stay where you are, I’ll come to you.”

And then the line went dead before you could tell him what floor you were on.

You waited of course, though there were three libraries on campus, and you weren’t in the main one. It was cutting it close to when you would need to leave for your part time job, and it was making you anxious, your eyes abandoning the ancient text in front of you to keep a look out for Taeyong. Eventually you packed up your belongings whilst you waited, and then even your seat when someone came along and the study area was full. You decided to move down to the lobby just in case when the phone rang again.

“Where are you?” he asked with a pant and you sighed lightly.

“If you had of let me tell you before you hung up, you’d have met me by now,” you scolded, surprised with how annoyed you sounded.

It wasn’t lost on him. “Sorry, I have bad luck and now I’m throwing it on you. Tell me where you are, okay?”

You didn’t answer right away, you were stunned. “Bad luck?”

“Yeah, my whole life really. But I promise once I get my phone back you won’t be put out by it again, I’m really sorry. So where are you? My friend Doyoung needs to get to his part time job and for me to give back his phone.”

Without hesitation you told him your exact location and hung up, your chest instantly full of palpitations. Why were you so worked up? Like Taeyong said, once he had his phone, you could simply leave and not be involved in his own fate with Lady Luck again. But it bothered you the longer you thought about it. Was he brought into your world by his or your own luck? Was this a sign to put weight into or not? I mean, just today you had two encounters with him. And whilst the campus was large, who was to say you wouldn’t find him again. Would you be alright then? Or propelled to the ground once more?

A small part of you then remembered a folklore you had read from years ago. Most people think those with bad luck should avoid each other. But not only can they find relief in each other, it can also cancel out their fated luck altogether. It’s important to search for someone with similar characteristics so that the fate can change for the better.

You felt a feeble sense of hope at the thought, rocking on your heels softly as you waited for Taeyong to arrive again. And just when you saw him, you waved so he could find you and was shunted by a passer-by, your footing unsafe yet again. You saw Taeyong speed up to catch you, just in time for you to both fall to the ground. Again.

For a moment you sat still, and then you laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Taeyong soon joined you, and you both didn’t care that others were staring at the two people sprawled on the floor of the library lobby, laughing to themselves at their situation.

Eventually you got yourself up, this time offering your hand out to Taeyong. You pulled with the right amount of strength for him to just lean in a little too close but not topple you both back over. You shared an accomplished smile.

“I feel like I need to introduce myself properly to you,” you announced, feeling lighter than you had all day. Taeyong regarded you for a moment, before smiling encouragingly at you. “I’m someone who also has bad luck. My whole life really.”

“That was my line,” he quipped but grinned at you all the same. “Who would have thought two people with such luck would cross paths. This could be disaster you know.”

“It could,” you agreed, though you saw the determination build in his warm brown orbs. It made you glad he hadn’t stepped back yet.

“Or it could be something magical,” he uttered, your head nodding softly. Despite only just meeting, he felt compelled to brush you hair away from your face. And you allowed him, considering it was not like you hadn’t been on top of him earlier on. “Hi then.”

“Why are you saying hi again?”

“Because you introduced yourself to me as being my fated partner in bad luck, it only felt right to accept that,” Taeyong stated matter of factly and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Unless-”

“I accept,” you cut in, surprising him somewhat. And yourself too.

“So, Y/N with the origins of clumsy bad luck, should I make it up to you for falling all over you earlier with dinner?”

“Can’t,” you responded airily and he stopped following you as you both started walking to the exit. “I have work.”

“And after work?”

“Sleep?” you suggested, Taeyong’s mind clearly thinking too much. Your eyes widened and you shoved him playfully. Of course you did.

He managed to right his balance just in time, grinning triumphantly at your now cringing face. “You’re testing me.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be around each other,” you revoked with concern and jumped when he shifted back to your side and took your hand.

“You accepted this fate a few minutes ago.”

You nodded but didn’t remove your hand. His was warm and you liked the feeling. “And I almost made another accident for you just now. We’re doomed.”

“At least if I fall now, you’re coming with me,” Taeyong mentioned whilst raising your linked hands, smiling at you charmingly.

“Is this how you made it through life so far? Grabbing the hands of people so you knew at least someone would come down with you?”

Taeyong blushed lightly and shook his head. “Actually you’re my first. I wouldn’t dream of holding another girl’s hand until now. What if I caused her a rash or something?”

“Taeyong!” you cried, trying to yank your hand free as he laughed loudly.

And just like that you made your first proper friend. Someone who wasn’t scared to be in your personal space, and was prepared to fall if you did.

And over time you did just that. You had countless bruises and scrapes, and he had just as many. But he never abandoned you once, and soon you were kissing those booboos better.

As a child you thought you needed someone who was mythical to be your friend. Someone who had magic within them, who could somehow counteract your bad luck. What you really needed was someone just like you. Who didn’t mind when he got hurt because of your bad luck, and who let you curse him out when it was his that attacked you.

Because Taeyong came to readily love you. Bad luck and all.

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Welcome to Frightful October, a collab between myself and @this-song-thats-only-for-you ... this week’s theme is Spellbound! To follow more of the stories check out the links below:

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aeneasx · 7 years ago

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Meanings of each Zodiac Signs

Aries, the Ram, March 21 to April 20, is a fire sign. The name comes from the Greek god of war. Individuals born under this sign have some aggressive traits about them that makes them dominant in friendship, partnership, and marriage. If they are deprived of their desire to dominate, they are liable to become discontented and difficult to get along with. Their views about life are definite, and they have little use for airs and graces. Aries people are a robust lot with a strong resistance to disease of any kind. However, once they do succumb to illness, they are inclined to run high temperatures. Neuralgia and migraines may also hinder them.

Taurus, the Bull, April 21 to May 21, is an earth sign. The word comes from the Latin meaning "bull." Taurus people like to have things their own way, but they are not quite as aggressive and as dominant as those under the Aries sign. They are passionate in nature, and love means much to them. They also make splendid mothers or fathers. Taureans are generally not bookish types; they prefer life itself to fiction. Although Taureans are inclined to be generous, they will fly into a rage if they learn that they have been deceived.

Gemini, the Twins, May 22 to June 21, is an air sign. According to the ancient Romans, the sign of Gemini represents the twin sons, Castor and Pollux, who were born to Leda, the queen of Sparta, after Jupiter seduced her, the king of the gods. The twins were high-spirited, strong, and inseparable. Geminis are among the most intelligent citizens of the Zodiac; but they have a dual nature, and they frequently have difficulty in choosing between two courses of action. They are active, and they love freedom, change, and variety. In matters of health, nerves are liable to plague Geminis, and they often prefer to live close to meadows and woods where they are able to gain vigor from the wind and the rains.

Cancer, the Crab, June 22 to July 22, is a water sign. The ancient Chaldeans named Cancer after the crab, because of its backward or oblique movement, which brought to their mind the sun's immobility during the summer solstice as it enters this sign. Cancers have great imaginations, and they glory in fantasies of love and romance. Cancers hate to be flustered, and they like to take their time over important decisions. Cancer people usually strive to be cheerful and avoid depressions. Because of their natural affinity for water, whenever possible they make their homes on the coast or close to a lake or a large body of water.

Leo, the Lion, July 23 to August 23, is a fire sign. Leo, the fifth sign of the Zodiac, represents the lion, king of beasts, and according to Roman astrologers, the savage lion of Nemea, slain by Hercules. The typical Leo is a rather impressive person who dearly loves to be in the limelight. Leo people generally have plenty of energy and strongwill power, and they make trustworthy and loyal friends. Leos cherish high ideals and love means a great deal to them. Because they tend to be adaptable, they make good marriage partners. Leo people are excellent and convivial hosts, who love to entertain others with big parties.

Virgo, the Virgin, August 24 to September 22, is an earth sign. Virgo was named in honor of the Greek goddess of Astraea, goddess of innocence and purity, who was placed among the stars. A typical Virgo is cool, calm, and collected and never loses his or her head in emotional matters. Virgo people belong to the intellectual class of individuals, and it is not an easy task for anyone to sway them once they have made a decision. On the negative side, they tend to be overly critical of others. They are quick to give vent to their opinions, and they can indulge in biting sarcasm if so moved.

Libra, the Scales, September 23 to October 23, is an air sign. Libra is the only symbol of the zodiac that does not represent either an animal or a human. Long associated with harvest time and the fair measurement of crops, the scales may hearken back to ancient Egypt and the belief that the god Anubis weighed the souls of the dead to determine their worthiness. Libra people are often attractive and conform to the idealistic picture of the model man or woman. However, Libras tend to be rather moody and thin-skinned, and they hate anything painful or ugly. Luxury has a great attraction for them; and with their tendency to avoid the unpleasant aspects of life, many Librans live to a ripe old age, having the ability to recuperate from illness more quickly than those born under other signs.

Scorpio, the Scorpion, October 24 to November 22, is a water sign. Diana, the moon-goddess of the Romans, commanded Scorpio to kill the hunter Orion when Eos, goddess of the dawn, fell in love with him. After his death, Jupiter set the scorpion and Orion, still armed with his armor and sword, in the stars. Scorpios are definitely possessed of a passionate nature, and they are highly successful in winning the affections of those whom they desire. Scorpio people do not tolerate contradiction, and they can become exceedingly bitter once they are aroused to fury. On the other hand, they can be devoted friends and marriage partners once they have been made to feel secure. Scorpios are blessed with great reserves of strength, which they may draw upon in emergency situations.

Sagittarius, the Archer, November 23 to December 21, is a fire sign. Sagittarius is represented by Chiron, the wise centaur, a half-human, half-horse creature, who taught the ancient Greeks and Romans philosophy, music, and medicine. Freedom and change are the watchwords of Sagittarius people. They often find their minds divided, and they hate to have to make a choice between two courses—thus they usually end by trying to get the best of both. Impulsiveness is second nature to them, and movement and change are essential to their peace of mind. Sagittarians are often able to retain their physical youth into advanced maturity, and they are relatively free of health problems as well.

Capricorn, the Goat, December 22 to January 20, is an earth sign. Capricorn was named first in honor of the ancient Babylonian god, Ea, a part-goat, part fish entity, who emerged from the sea to bring learning and culture to the valley of Mesopotamia. The Romans transformed Ea to Pan, a half-goat, half-human god who ruled the woodlands and the fields. Capricorns are individuals of deeply rooted habits who tend to become industrious and economical individuals with great powers of endurance. Although generally kind, Capricorn people tend to be somewhat moody, often brooding over imagined slights and injuries. Capricorns are liable to feel sorry for themselves, and they may develop into super pessimists unless they are careful. A Capricorn needs to keep things carefree and light.

Aquarius, the Water Bearer, January 21 to February 19, is an air sign. Aquarius hearkens back to ancient Egypt and the god Hap, who represented the Nile River, the sustainer of all life. Aquarians are difficult to describe, for they are often moody, untidy, and rather eccentric—while at the same time being highly gifted and intellectual men and women, who contribute much to art, literature, and allied subjects. Aquarians do not fit into the general concept of conventional living, and they make for most interesting, albeit unusual, friends and companions. Aquarians must be free of mental and emotional tensions if they are to be healthy.

Pisces, the Fish, February 20 to March 20, is a water sign. Pisces, the fishes swimming in opposite directions, has been known by that designation since the astrologers of Babylonia named the constellation Two Fishes as long ago as 2000 b.c.e. Although Pisces people are industrious workers, they do not possess a great deal of stamina. It seems that fate often picks on Pisceans, and they are more liable to come into contact with suffering. For this reason, nursing, social work, medicine, and missionary work tend to attract Pisceans, and they are generally willing to make sacrifices for other people. Pisceans must always try to keep their own emotional life on an even keel in order not to disturb their health.

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spidercontrollynnma · 3 years ago

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Pest Control Service in Lynn MA

WOOD AND GERMAN, TWO TYPES OF NUISANCE:

Panic settles in upon the first sighting of what you determine to be a cockroach. “Do I have an infestation?” you wonder. Visions of a hoard of giant brown bugs infesting your home plague your thoughts and are enough to give anyone nightmares, but let’s pause the panic for a minute. Do you know what kind of a cockroach is in your home? This step is essential in determining whether you may have an infestation or not.

While wood cockroaches and german cockroaches are generally grouped into the same category, they are different in terms of destruction and prevalence in a home.

Wood cockroaches are common outdoor/indoor dwelling insects native to North America and throughout Ontario. Their typical habitat is moist woodland areas, but they frequently become a household/cottage nuisance pest in Ontario Cottage Country, particularly around Georgian Bay, Muskoka, Lake of bays, and anywhere in Ontario cottage country.

The German cockroach is one of the most common and prominent cockroaches globally. These insects are commonly associated with restaurants, food processing facilities, hotels, nursing homes, apartment buildings, residential homes, and well just about anywhere.

Identification

Wood Cockroach

Wood cockroaches are very similar to the common household cockroach called the American roach; flat, oval body, long antennae, spiny legs, chestnut brown color. However, wood roaches are slightly smaller, about 3/4 to 1 1/4inchesh long, and the adults, especially the males, appear tan because of thecolorr of their wings.

Adults and large nymphs of the wood roach can be recognized by a pale, creamy whit,e or transparent stripe on the outer edgeofn the thorax. The pale edge extends onto the first 1/3 of the front wings of the adults Identificationn of smallnymphssmore complext and usually requires microscopic examination.

German Cockroach

The German cockroachisasmall cockroachhspeciesh, measuring about 1.3 cm (0.51 in) to 1.6 cm (0.63 in) long; however, they are known toget slightlyymore prominentr. It can be tan through brown toalmost black, and has two dark parallel streaks running from the head to the base of the wings. Although ithas branchess, it is unable to sustain flight.

Prevalence

Wood Cockroach

Wood roaches are not secretive; like theicousinsitheyey are active both during the day and at ni ,,,ht and they are less likely to scamper out of sight when approached. Also, they will wander about the house without congregating in any particular location. Spider Control Lynn MA The males are attracted to lights ,,ht and limiting porch light use in late May through July when males are flying might be of some benefit. Outdoor and Indoor treatments around windows and doors and along the foundation and proper crack and crevice treatments inside wilhe reducingng wood roach numbers. Some baits have proven to be successful in some situations.

German Cockroach

The German cockroach is very successful at establishing an ecological niche in buildings. It is very hardy and can be resilient and difficult to control. This is because of the large number of nymphs produced from each egg case, the short period between birth and sexual maturity, anthe thabilityty toto o hide due to their small sizeasilyze. This cockroach is also smaller thaanotherespe es so it can more easily hide and fiinstillll cracks and crevices to evade humans.

This cockroach can be seen in the day occasionally, especially if there is a large population or if they have been disturbed. However, sightings are most commonly reported in the evening hours as they are most active at night. This type of cockroach can emit an unpleasant odor when excited or frightened.

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cheeseanonioncrisps · 5 years ago

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I like it. More mouse-energy than the Plague Doctor's bird-energy. It's like you're being nursed by adorable woodland creatures— except they're undead.

We know of Plague Doctors but you know of Plague Nurses? She’s so cute!! Did some doodles of her

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existence-overwhelming · 7 years ago

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Voice of the Shadows

Starter for @deathsculptor!

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While that which presided over all busies itself with the constant monitoring and managing of the whole of existence, the Void was apt to lap against the protective shells of Reality Clusters. Some of which had hairline fractures which spiraled across their surfaces like a gossamer web, allowing spindly fingers of the whole to poke and prod through until its abyssal black essence crept through the highway of souls, the dreamscape. But it was not out of its own dogged determination that such an event occurred. Nay, it was always due to the mandate of the Almighty, That One Who Wove the Code--the duality of creation demanded there to be instances of existence in which the Void broke through and mingled with the contents of the realities within a Cluster. One such Cluster, among the select few that developed an overall nondestructive bond with the Void, coexisted with the few invasive fingers it managed to fit into the precious pearl. Coexisted in such a way that their very presence became second nature as if they’d always been present. And as such, new realities began to pop into being in direct response to the whole new host of possibilities opened up to the Cluster. These hosted worlds of extraordinary abilities and horrific creatures beyond the imaginings of mortal men--things that’d drive you mad with so much as a glance at them. Physics and the laws of the world bent the knee in response to the Void’s distorting presence, fabricating new rules to bind the nigh-magical properties that the abyss’ fingers brought with them. New civilizations rose up from the shadow-cast realities, ones of a bizarre alien nature that was dependent on the powers bestowed unto them by the Void. They developed technological feats of wonder, each fueled by its darkness and insanity. Verily, these new entities employed what one might refer to as “magic” to do what science could not by its lonesome. And due to the chaotic nature of these “magics” and what fueled them, they spilled into and plagued the lives of worlds that did not spawn from their pitch-black touch. Pulling them into their sadistic games, breaking their minds, binding them and whatever else the writhing collective of the Void desired. Our story begins in the middle of one such instance.

The dark of night encroached upon the waning daylight as shades of indigo and dark blue clashed with reds and oranges and yellows, interspersed with the darkening cottony clouds of the dusk sky. Avian chirps and caws were replaced with the symphony of crickets and other nocturnal insectoids, meanwhile, the chilly zephyr whistled between the leaves and needles of the surrounding woodlands. Every inch given up by the sun caused the shadows of the world to lengthen and stretch their wicked fingers across the verdant ground, all in a mindless scramble to prey upon those unprotected by some third-party source of illumination. These shadows danced and undulated in ways one might consider unnatural if they were not familiar with the realm they resided in. And they crept ever closer to the unlit campfire and those who stood around it. Among these individuals was a prideful scientist, a pyromaniac of a petite woman, a man with a magnificent orange beard and a use-worn axe slung over his side and a little blonde girl. They’re names were Wilson, Willow, Woodie and Wendy respectively. With the aid of Willow, Wilson was worrying away at a stick, some dried leaves, pine cones and a rock and flint. They’d lost the lighter the woman always kept on hand a day prior, so they needed to rely on more crude methods to start their only protection from nighttime. Each strike of the dulling tip of the flint against the rough surface of the rock begot a spittle of sparks that danced through the air and disappeared upon contact with one of the leaves and the stick. One strike, two, three, and nothing. The lengthening claws of the shadows reached ever closer to the group’s campsite. Panic began to set in as Wilson frantically flicked the flint against the rock again and again. Each time produced a spurt of sparks, but the vivid motes of light simply refused to catch on the dry kindling. Was he doing something wrong? Had the showers of several days past left the surroundings still too damp to produce fire easily? No, that couldn’t be it--they managed to start one the night before without Willow’s lighter. So why wouldn’t-- Success! After a particularly hard swipe across the white-scratched marred face of the stone, a spray of bright orange-red particles cascaded along the amassed leaves. They remained, though, whereas every other attempt succumbed to the cold elements and fizzled out. Then a wispy plume of gray smoke trailed up from several spots, the affected region of each leaf crackling and curling in as red and orange quickly waned to a charred black as it expanded outward. Excitement spread across the scientist’s face for all of a moment before it contorted anew with worry. He cupped his hands around his mouth and breathed onto the aforementioned spots, trying to feed oxygen to the unborn flame. “Willow, someone, help me!” the scientist exclaimed, glancing back for but a second before returning to nurse the now flickering tongue of heat that was quickly consuming its small pile of fuel. Woodie stepped forward before Willow, faint annoyance on her face, jerked forward and dropped to her knees next to the ring of rocks encircling the campfire. She shouldered the lithe man aside with a firm, “Move aside,” before reaching forward and scooting the pile of pine cones and leaves forward, into the alcove made into the much larger arrangement of sticks. There wasn’t so much as a grimace as her fingers touched the flickering flame. She then reached back, doing as Wilson had been doing meanwhile, and took a clump of dead grass woven around a ball of queer pink sludge out from a pocket on her shirt’s breast. And without a moment of hesitation, she shoved the concoction in with the now dying tongue before covering the hole with both hands. In an instant, there was a great fwoosh! and the once insignificant tongue roared to life as a monstrous inferno that was only just bridled by its dugout pit and perimeter of stones. The fire writhed around the hands and forearms of its mother, licking up past her elbow and enveloping the whole of the faggot in moments. Its light shunted away the creeping shadows as the flame crackled and popped in excitement. “Good work, Willow, guess it’s just business as usual for you though, eh?” Woodie said with a chuckle. “Not in the mood.” Willow’s tone was venomous and irate, had been ever since she lost her lighter. “You go rest for the night, I’ll stay up with the fire--that includes you, Wendy.” She then jerked her head in the other direction and shot a glare at Wilson, who recoiled at the leer, “And let me work with the fire next time.” “Alright, sorry...” he murmured while rubbing his arm. Then Woodie and Wilson went to the nearby chests and pulled out their sleeping bags, Wilson bringing Wendy’s to her like the gentleman he perceived himself as. “Hey, do you think you can tell me what you--” “Tomorrow, Wilson--go to sleep!” And with that, the man zipped his mouth shut and rolled out his bedroll some feet away from where Woodie, who was already sprawled out and snoring away whilst cuddling with his ax, was sleeping. He waved goodnight to Wendy and said goodnight to Willow, who responded with a huff, before laying his head down and closing his sunken and baggy eyes. Thus leaving Wendy and Willow by themselves with the only company being the flickering fire, which the woman kept a vigilant eye on, and the dancing margins of where the shadows were kept at bay. But as the night progressed, it became overt that the fire was not the only thing that wanted to speak--nay, the shadows, too, they had something to say. Their voices, though, were incredulously faint, barely above a whisper. And there were so many of them, all conversing with one another at the very edge of the light’s radius as a hushed chorus of gibberish that, if one got closer and spent time truly listening, might be understood.

#⚠️ Lengthy Post ⚠️#⚠️ Warning : Possible Triggers Within ⚠️#⚠️ Horror ⚠️#⚠️ Existentialism ⚠️#⚠️ Cosmicism ⚠️#⚠️️ This is Necessity - RP ⚠️️#⚠️️ It Begins - Starter ⚠️️#⚠️️ Cellular Existence - Multiverse ⚠️️#⚠️ A Starving Instance - Don't Starve ⚠️#⚠️ Existence Overwhelming - IC ⚠️#☠️ deathsculptor ☠️#☠️ The Melancholic Bond - Wendy and Abigail ☠️#⚠️ The Void ⚠️#⚠️ The Unified - The Caretaker/Player ⚠️

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theshroudwolf · 7 years ago

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Syluss Koellian Early Life Biography

Notice: Most of this content is OOC knowledge only. There is no way said information should be known ICly without contacting me first. Thank you.

Birth

Born Sylvain Collignon to a poor Duskwight couple within the deep recess of the Black Shroud. His father, Kaizaux Collignon and his mother, Viarianne Collignon birthed Sylvain within their small gathering of friends, family and community. However from the start of his life was a rocky beginning. Named after the woodland folk, the Sylphs because of the ranging thunderstorm going on as he was born, the light skinned Duskwight was born. A silence fell over the enclosure as neither Kaizaux nor Viarianne showed any evidence of being light skinned, as both their skin near charcoal black. Kaizaux fell silent for the remainder of the night while Viarianne cradled her newborn baby against her bosom. Happiness and tension filling the room as Sylvain’s cries hushed while he nursed.

While gossip and rumors spread in the next days, none openly spoke or confronted the new parents about the legitimacy of their child. It was plain as day though that he did not share any attributes of either parent. His lighter skin, the thin layer of bright red hair and bright blue-green eyes were the obvious signs. Even more so he shared few features of his parents. Most children share some physical attribute; button nose, shorter ears, thin lips. His ears were long, nose flat, full lips. While he was obviously birthed from his mother, the father in question kept veering away from Kaizaux.

The truth was, his birth father was an errant Dragoon knight, Edreux Voumois, young and full of flippant haughtiness, slinking away from his duties to travel south into the more hospitable climate of the Black Shroud for reckless fun and debauchery. One night of excess, drinking and hallucinogens, the best the Twelveswood had to offer, the young punk found a woman to his liking. Inviting her in to share in the excesses he was partaking in, she had forsaken her own duties and reasons for traveling into Gridania. Accepting, she spent time with he and his crew, drinking, laughing, inebriated until reason was dead. The knight took the woman into his bed, all inhibitions left on the bottom of alcohol bottles and small silken sacks of the drugs which were taken. Morning came, and the Duskwight woman left in a strange room, little memory of the night before gathered her clothing and wits and concluded her business before returning home. She said nothing of it, not regretting her decision at all. Keeping the events of the night secret until it was impossible to do so.

Youth and Upbringing

Despite the rocky start and the rumors and whispers, Viarianne made it clear to the community that her son and husband were not to be the source of any further gossip. This was enough for the community to halt any and all scandal about the Collignon’s, but Kaizaux was not to easily convinced. He questioned his wife, and while she never hid the nights events from him, she simply and honestly did not recall. The amount of drinking and drugs taken left her memory of the night in fragments at best, and she made constant effort to remember the night in the entirety. She just simply couldn’t, and while he was going to stick by his wife and child through anything, the lingering doubts and shattered trust stuck with him for years.

Sylvain was raised as a child belonging to two loving parents. No exclusion from either parent, nor the community as a whole. The family trade of woodcraft and carpentry was introduced early on. At first as a means of play and teaching, but as he neared the age of five, it was a mixture of playing, teaching, and learning a craft. Their small community was self sufficient because of the trades passed down from parent to child. He took to the art of woodcraft quickly and seemed to be a natural at it, much to the pride of his father. His dad.

The near future held news that Viarianne was pregnant again, and the rumors which were silent for years swirled up in new life. No amount of pleading could ever silence this round. The Collignon’s became reclusive soon after, shielding their family from the gossip of those they once felt a close kinship with. Awkward interactions with once close friends plagued the family with needless hardships and the once jovial husband and wife grew bitter and standoffish in the nine months Viarianne was with child. When Viarianne birthed their daughter, Olette, a beautiful dark skinned babe with her fathers eyes, the rumors and gossip stopped there, but whispers about the legitimacy of Sylvain grew to life once again.

Sylvain had never felt out of place before, despite his obvious differences within his own family. The other children played with him, he was always welcomed everywhere he went. Until the rumors started. Withdrawing didn’t help, for as he was seen less, he was included in less. And while he was ecstatic about having a new sister, there was a turmoil brewing right from Olette’s first breath. Kaizaux was Sylvain’s dad, no doubt, but not his father. Olette was his daughter, his child, his blood. Viarianne made it clear to not play favorites with their children. His promise was sadly as empty now as it was when first made.

Sylvain, then five years old and his newborn sister, were the topic of most conversation of their small village community. Syl thought they were popular cause his newborn sister, and while they were it was for different reasons. Kaizaux decided that breaking away and keeping contact only with the village was the best course of action. They maintained communication for goods and services only, and from the start were hardly neighborly anymore. Rumors of infidelity and illegitimate children were unheard of there, and rather than subject their family to it, finding their independence was the way they chose. And being away from the gossip was for the best. Kaizaux trained his son more in the art of woodcraft, and young Sylvain learned the trade of taking animal hides, tanning them and using their fur and pelts to make clothing or bedding and everything in between.

But paradise was not to last. Time went on, Olette grew up and Kaizaux loved his children but it became apparent when his attentions shifted heavily to Olette. Sylvain slowly was left out of more and more things. Forest excursions, new lessons, even things like praise began to thin out. Kaizaux was Sylvain’s dad, but he was Olette’s father. And it showed more and more. Viarianne brought it up several times and when she did, things seemed to go back to how they were but only temporarily. This caused Syl to try and impress his father, go above and beyond the call to get his attentions and while some of it worked, others he became a nuisance and scolded harshly. His gradual withdraw from trying to gain his attention got notice from Olette who at the time this started was merely four years old herself. While he may have lost the favor of a parent, he gained the companionship of a sister, more than he ever had with either parent. And soon the siblings were inseparable.

Olette and Sylvain grew up joined at the hip. Games and skills only one and not other knew were shown. Trips into the forest to look for bugs or track animals were a daily occurrence. As the siblings grew, tensions in the household grew as well. Viarianne noticed the favortism Kaizuax showed Olette, and instead of admitting fault and wishing to work on it, he would accuse her of favoring Sylvain. Tensions in the home became commonplace and the children were unfortunately not spared their fallout from it.

Tragedy

Sylvain, now a preteen, nearing his thirteenth nameday, had been tasked with gathering wood for the coming winter months. Snow never fell in the Shroud, but cold weather was no stranger. Having been shown from young age to never fell trees which still served the purpose of bringing life to the Twelveswood, he sought wood from weakened or already fallen trees. Ones which would not disturb the balance of life. Olette was along, just eight years herself to help. The turmoil within the home left the children to camp out more and more, away from the harsh environment of the house and becoming more in tuned with the world around them.

Taking his hatchet to a downed tree, he hacked at the dead wood until the sound of branches snapping and a scream echoing about the area. Hatchet in hand he dashed in the direction of the screams to see Olette running towards him, a large boar chasing her and gaining. Shouting at his sister to run he rushed to her aid, striking the boar with his hatchet. Again and again, he struck the beast. The boar lunging back, biting through his clothes and side. He struck again, hacking wildly at the animal as Olette collapsed to the ground, tears streaming as she watched her brother fight off the attacking animal. One last blow from his hatchet and the boar cowered back and lay down, pained breaths from the boar and Sylvain. Clutching his side, he turned to Olette who was looking up at him from the ground, mud and blood about her clothes. Before he could finish a word, she screamed again and Sylvain turned around in time to see the injured boars tusks closing in on him. Before he could act, a sharp pain rang through his head, his vision blurred and the world spun and went dark. The last sound he heard before blackness completely took him was a muffled scream.

Six moons of time passed, young Sylvain awoke in a strange place surrounded by familiar faces. He was weak, disoriented and emaciated from his coma. The room which was quiet suddenly became alive with activity. Still gathering himself, the weight of a woman sobbing lay on his chest before he was drawn up into an embrace. His mother, tears of joy as her son, whom none thought would wake up had rejoined them. The sound of the word ‘mom’ from his lips brought the bustle of the room to a standstill again, for even the village which shunned the Collignon family from it, felt a powerful surge of joy and relief from the moment. A joy which was short lived.

Asking where Olette was, the mood of the room grew somber. He was not told immediately despite pleading to know. Her scream and the sudden wake seemed to blend together. Kaizaux entered the room and cast his eyes down at Sylvain, hurt and sadness in them, one which seemed like it had been there for some time.

It would be days before he was strong enough to leave the room he stayed in, and with unsure steps he went to his father, and asked him again where Olette was. Upon hearing the name, he froze and tensed. Closing his eyes he jolted to his feet and grabbing Syl by his arm, he pulled the boy, only thirteen just outside of the village limits to where they buried their departed. Having stumbled the whole way there, Kaizaux left Sylvain there where he fell to his knees, listening to the sound of his father stomp back into the village. Tears poured from his eyes and with every ounce of strength he had he pulled himself over the dirt. Grass had partially covered the mound where she lay, and the guttural screaming cries which bellowed forth from his raspy throat echoed between the trees. He had known, deep down he did. But denial was powerful until it was irrefutable. Footsteps approached and arms, Viarianne’s arms wrapped around her son as she tried to console him. Slowly her words became sobs and the two stayed for a time, mourning the loss in their family.

Aftermath

Almost exactly one cycle after waking from his coma, the now fourteen year old Duskwight gathered his things in the dead of night. A spear he made himself, his own hatchet, warm clothes and dried fruit and meat. All neatly organized and stowed away in a travel satchel. Tearing down and folding the cloth of his tent which sat just a few hundred yalms from the house of his parents, he glanced in the direction of the abode before stowing away his tent as well. Tent strapped to his back, hatchet at his belt, spear in one hand and travel satchel in the other, the teenager took his first steps away from the only place he knew as home, never to look back or return. What led him here would never be forgotten by him.

A sennight after learning the fate of his sister, his father never even bothered to look at him for more than a few seconds at a time. Still recovering and being filled with this sense of guilt and blame from a man he looked to for guidance and care, he was left completely lost. His sister lay dead at the hands of a wild animal, he was nearly killed as well and now it seemed that her death was placed on him. If not for Olette’s screams, he would have been killed as well. It alerted Kaizaux to them in time to save Sylvain. Olette’s body was found in pieces he was told, and the boar was about to end Sylvain before being struck down. He was never told that Kaizaux almost left the injured boy there to die. If not for Viarianne close behind…

Two moons after the incident, he was still looked at oddly from the people in the village as he recovered. Not due to the fact he was the only survivor, but that he almost shouldn’t have been. The medic drew him in to ask him how long he had known of his resistance. Sylvain looked at the medic confused and asked what he meant. The surprise on both of their faces when he was told that any and all attempts to magically bind his wounds were ineffective. Syl looked confused and naively asked if he was even healed right. But the medic was firm and reiterated that any attempt to heal him got no results. Many thought he was too badly damaged and on deaths door, but through will, determination and Twelve know what, the boy was not going to die without fighting the whole way.

Half a cycle after Olette’s death, Kaizaux had returned to the village with Viarianne to try to pick up the pieces of their broken home. Maybe the community would help heal their wounds. All it did was put Syl back in an environment where people looked at him like he was growing a third arm and second head. The boy survived and was recovering well, seeing as he was apparently unable to receive healing. His strength returned and not a moment too soon as any chances for him to be gotten alone, the other kids and teens would harass him, call him a freak, blame him for Olette’s death, or even do their damnedest to beat him up. At first he was always with fresh bruises and cuts. As time went on, he fought less and got good at evading his attackers. Sometimes he would get the drop on one of them. Fights were never far between and he was never unscathed from them. Kaizaux made no effort to stop them and seemed disconnected from the community, and even more so from his wife and child. Olette’s life was lost, but Kaizaux seemed just as dead on the inside.

One moon before Sylvain would leave his childhood home forever, was the last interaction he would have with his father. Sylvain brought in meat from a hunt he had completed. A boar of all things. Skinning it and prepping it he could feel eyes on him as he worked. Turning back to see was his father, staring at him, an unreal anger in his eyes. The man would approach, hatchet in hand, shouting at the boy if this was some sick joke… bringing a boar back to skin and eat. Kaizaux attacked Sylvain, striking him in the face with the hatchet, knocking him over. It was clear bottling up all his feelings to this point cause them to bubble over and explode. Viarianne tried to intervene, and stood between, but the back of his hand found her cheek and she fell. Sylvain watching his mother fall, put the boy in a frenzy himself, grabbing the spear which he killed his hunt with, he found strength to get to his feet and lunged in, piercing the abdomen of his father deep with his spear. Kaizaux’s expression blanked and he gasped for breath before falling down, clutching his stomach. Syl clasped his face, blood pouring from the wound inflicted. His mother watched the events unfold and did nothing at first, only to watch Syl reach down and pull the spear from his fathers body and press the freshly skinned boars pelt against it. Kaizaux looked on at the boy in fear for it was obvious he was only trying to hurt Sylvain. Sylvain attacked with the intent to kill and they both knew it. It was some time before the medic was able to get his supplies and make way to the Collignon home. Kaizaux was healed and recovered without incident. Sylvain was given bandages as it was proven before healing was ineffectual on him. It would be the last time he spoke to either of his parents.

From Teen to Young Adult

Delving deeper into the forest, where none fare to go is where he found his peace. Solitude to do as he pleased, not be harassed or beaten up. Not looked down on by those he sought guidance, care, love from. He found his solace surrounded by nothing but the trees, and wild animals of the Twelveswood. Rarely exploring out of his haven, he watched Dalamud descend and burst. News of the world around him never found him. His world was all that mattered. From the age of fourteen to near twenty-seven he lived alone. Until an elezen woman, painfully lost in the recesses of the woods came into his life. Not one to get involved, he did offer to help her out. Feed her and get her generally unlost. This is where he met Elphanse Silmontaix, or as she went at the time, Eao. It would take her the better part of a cycle to somehow convince him to visit the city. Unsure, but begrudgingly agreeing he exited his haven, sealing it up tight with the intent to return some day, and led the two into an area she was familiar with, where she led him through what was completely unfamiliar to him and eventually into the City-State of Gridania. Like a child in the big city for the first time, this grown man looked on at the bustle in awe.

When asked of his name, he gave a name which was familiar to him, but all new. “Syluss Koellian.” Echoes of his birth name, so he always knows where he came from and all that led him to be who he is at this time in his life, but with a fresh start.

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helenwhapshott · 8 years ago

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Good girl

Ellie Brown was a bully’s dream, she didn’t wear the right clothes, she wasn’t the right height or build, her hair wasn’t perfect, she wasn’t good at any of her school subjects, her Mum was dangerously overweight, her little brother had severe learning disabilities and was in a wheelchair, and her Dad was always working away, her family never seemed to have enough money, and she never went out. If people, meaning her classmates took time to really know her they’d find that she would be one of the kindest human beings they would ever have the pleasure to meet, she helped her Mum do the chores and looked after her brother the best she could, but when you are a certain age these things didn’t seem to matter. So Ellie, also known as Smelly Ellie or Elliephant, would sit at the back of any class, sports hall, canteen or field and tried her very best not to get noticed. Which of course she always did. It was in history Ellie decided that this was how her life was always going to be and decided there wasn’t anything she could do about it, well there was one thing she could do, but she didn’t know how her Mum or brother could cope without her, so she had to rule that idea out no matter how tempting it was. She lowered herself into her chair and didn’t bother to look up when Ms. Thomas came in. “Right seeing today is October 31st I’ve decided to deviate from World War II for today and have some fun.” She said, this made her class sit up and listen and she smiled. “I’m going to tell you a bit of local history.” A small groan erupted from her pupils. “Now, now you might enjoy this, it happened in this very town, when it was just a small village has anyone heard of Mary Worth?” There were mutters of ‘no’ and ‘never heard of her’ “Well as they used to say on the radio. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.” Long ago in the village of Harmony, Mary Worth who had only been married a year gave birth to her first child, though the poor little mite was born terribly deformed it was amazing that it was actually alive, (“sounds like your brother” someone whispered to Ellie) believing it was a demon the midwife snatched the baby from its Mother’s arms and left it in the woods to die. Mary didn't care what her baby looked like and spent night and day looking for her lost infant, going completely mad with grief. Months later a plague hit the village, crops failed to grow, children got sick and died, and cattle wasted away. The villagers believed witchcraft was involved but who could be a witch? Why the woman who gave birth to a demon the midwife had told everyone about what she had seen and Mary’s crying and searching had gotten a lot of attention. Poor Mary was beaten and burnt at the stake. “And now,” Ms Thomas said, “If you stand in a darken room in front of a mirror, and say 'Mary I have your baby' three times, Mary will appear and when she discovers that you haven't got her child she becomes very, very angry, well if someone was taunting you about your lost baby what would you do?” Silent tears fell down Ellie’s face as she found herself feeling sorry for Mary and her baby. Willow who was sitting nearby noticed and nudged her friend Melissa, who glanced back and sniggered. Ellie suppressed a moan; they were two girls who took great delight in making her life hell. The school bell rang for the end of the lesson and break. Ellie looked out for Willow and Melissa but couldn’t see them; Ellie gritted her teeth together, if they were going to do something she really wished they’d hurry up and do it so she wouldn’t have to be on tender hooks all day. Her wish was granted as she past the girl’s toilets and was pounced on by Georgina, Willow and Melissa’s friend and was pushed through the door where the other two girls were waiting with two nasty smiles on their faces. “Hi Ellie we’re going to do an experiment.” Melissa said, “And we needed a guinea pig.” “And you’re closest to a pig that we could find.” Willow grinned, “You remember the story Ms. Thomas told? We want to see if it’s true, so you’re going to call to Mary.” Ellie shook her head, and went to run for the bathroom door only to find Georgina, who was a lot taller than her standing in front of it, Georgina switched off the lights and then folded her arms daring Ellie to try and push past her. “You either do it,” Melissa said, “or we stick your head down the loo, there are three of us and only one of you, you can’t fight us Elliephant.” Ellie swallowed hard, it must have just been a story not real, because if it had been it would have been in the local history books Ellie liked to read when she went to the library. Ms Thomas must know some children would want to try calling to Mary just to see what would happen, and a teacher wouldn’t put children in danger would they? She took a deep breath and turned to face the mirror. “Mary I have your baby.” she said, “Mary I have your baby. Mary I have your baby.” Nothing happened. And the girls stuck Ellie’s head down the toilet anyway. Once Ellie had helped her Mum wash, and get her brother to bed, she managed just to finish her homework before falling asleep. She found herself in wintery woodland, the snow was up to her knees, and every tree looked twisted and ugly. She looked around looking for a way out, when she heard a small pathetic wail, which sounded like an animal in pain. Ellie followed the sound to a small bush where she found a small creature which looked like a rabbit without fur or ears, it whimper and raised its…arms…it had arms with which had hands like bird’s feet, it was cold, and clearly frightened and Ellie didn’t care what it looked like, she scooped it up and held it to her trying to warm it by putting it down her pyjama top, she felt it nestle against her. “It’s okay.” she whispered, “I’ll find us a way out I….” A crunch of snow behind her made her turn round and found herself staring at young woman who looked like she hadn’t eaten or slept in months. “My baby,” the woman said. “They took my baby, where is my baby?” The creature under Ellie’s top made a soft cooing noise and the story Ms. Thomas had told that very afternoon came back to Ellie and she very carefully took it out and held it towards the woman. “Hello Mary,” she said quietly. “I have your baby.” Mary Worth smiled and wrapped her baby up in a blanket she was carrying and held it close to her breast, giving it a well-deserved feed, she smiled at Ellie. “Good girl.” Mary said, “Good girl. Big heart. Always remember that. Always be good.” “Where am I?” Willow’s voice came through the trees. “Willow?” Melissa called “Is that you?” “What’s going on?” Georgina asked. Mary looked towards where the voices were coming from and scowled “Bad girls.” Melissa, Willow and Georgina found themselves in woodland clearing without knowing how they got there. It was cold, so very very cold, they huddled together and looked for a way out, which was when they saw her, Mary Worth, or rather Mary Worth’s charcoaled remains coming towards them, carrying the frost bitten corpse of her baby. They tried to run but the snow became like quick sand and they found themselves sinking unable to move. All they could do was scream as Mary Worth attacked. News that Melissa, Willow and Georgina had burnt to death in their beds quickly went through the school that very morning, what had everyone wondering was why those three girls, and why was it only their beds that caught a light so quickly and not the rest of their houses. Ellie ran to the bathroom where she had been trapped the day before and looked at the mirror where she had called to Mary. It was big, and took up the whole of the wall and the whole room could be seen in it, so when Ellie had stood in front of it, the three girls reflections had also been there. Ellie felt sick, those girls had been horrible to her, and made her school life a misery, but she didn’t want them dead, their parents didn’t deserve to lose them. She splashed cold water into her face, and looked up and let out a frightened scream. Mary was standing behind her in the mirror, she looked behind her, but she wasn’t there. “Good girl,” Mary said, “Good girl. Big heart. Always remember that. Always be good.” Mary Worth hadn’t taken Ellie because she was a good girl with a big heart, unlike the girls who had picked on her, like the villagers had picked on Mary. Ellie Brown is a grown woman now, she’s a nurse, and does a lot of charity work. Her brother lives in a residential home and she visits him on her days off along with her Mum. Everyone always says how good she is and what a big heart she has. The only odd thing is she avoids mirrors whenever she can. Well, you can never be too careful can you?

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DECEMBER

The Devil’s Dolls (Dec. 06)

Guatemalan parents teach their children to allay their troubles by getting handmade worry dolls, but several of these talismans find their way into the hands of residents of a small Southern town and set off a grisly wave of bloodshed.

Good Tidings (Dec. 06)

A homeless war veteran with a checkered past must rely on a side of himself once thought buried when he and his companions are targeted on Christmas Day by three vicious psychopaths in Santa suits.

Hotel of the Damned (Dec. 06)

After a car accident and stranded in the middle of nowhere, an ex-con and his daughter find themselves in an abandoned hotel, populated by sub-human cannibalistic creatures.

The Possession Experiment (Dec. 06)

A horror-obsessed student begins an online fund-raising campaign in an effort to show the world his study on exorcisms.

SiREN (Dec. 06)

One week before his wedding day, Jonah and his groomsmen hit the town for a wild night of club hopping and debauchery. The night soon takes a twisted turn for the worse when the group is invited to a seedy underground club. After Jonah frees a seemingly imprisoned dancer, he realizes that the woman he released is actually a terrifying, legendary creature that will stop at nothing to claim her prey.

Abattoir (Dec. 09)

An investigative reporter teams up with a Police officer to solve the mystery of why a seemingly good man murdered her sister’s family.

Beyond the Gates (Dec. 09)

In the wake of their father’s mysterious disappearance, two estranged brothers — responsible Gordon and reckless John — reunite to sift through the contents of his stubbornly anachronistic VHS rental store. Among the inventory, they discover an interactive VCR board game, which their father viewed just before he vanished. Intrigued, the boys pop in the tape, press play, and soon discover that, far from an ordinary game, the video is a portal to a nightmarish alternate reality.

The Devil Lives Here (Dec. 13)

Three teenagers go visit a friend at his old farmhouse for the weekend. What they didn’t expect was to be stuck in the middle of a centenary war between good and evil.

The Ecstasy of Isabel Mann (Dec. 13)

”The Ecstasy of Isabel Mann” is the story of troubled teenager Isabel Mann (Ellen Mullen) who is seduced into an incredibly violent sect of day-walking vampires. Her class mates start to go missing and on the trail of the gruesome murders are two detectives; Witham (Neill Fleming) – who believes her to be the prime suspect and Barrett (Matthew Toman) – who has his doubts. Nothing is quite as it seems for those about her as the disturbed teenager runs amok killing at will in the woodlands by her home; aided by her vampire guides Mirjana (Mirjana Rendulic) and Alejo (Karim Elgendy) who are training her in the art of the kill – with horrifically bloody results for those closest to her.

The Ouija Possession (Dec. 13)

After finding a vintage spirit board in their parent’s basement, a group of teens conjure an undead relative, who stalks them from beyond the grave.

Secret Santa (Dec. 13)

Secret Santa is a feature length film that tells the story of a group of eccentric college kids, struggling to get through the hectic exam period. This Horror/Comedy is a tribute to B-Movie Slashers but also takes the conventions and turns them upside down. A liquor filled party is planned. Adding a Secret Santa exchange for fun. Little do our characters know… A killer is in town and has a special present for all the good (and bad) girls and boys. Dare to open your present? It might be your last!

Train to Busan (Dec. 13)

A man (Gong Yoo), his estranged daughter and other passengers become trapped on a speeding train during a zombie outbreak in South Korea.

City of Dead Men (Dec. 16)

Michael, an American traveling abroad, arrives in Medellin, Colombia, only to discover he’s run out of money. In dire straits, he latches on to a young Colombian woman who has taken up residence in an abandoned psychiatric hospital with a group of outcasts and their mysterious leader. At first grateful for shelter and camaraderie, Michael soon senses that something terrible happened in the hospital and that he’s being pulled into a dangerous dynamic.

NOVEMBER:

Krampus Unleashed (Nov 01)

In pursuit of buried treasure, a group of fortune hunters unearth an ancient demonic summoning stone that holds a terrible curse and awakens a timeless evil, the Krampus. After centuries of slumber, Krampus has awoken with a thirst for blood.

The Curse of Robert the Doll (Nov 01)

Emily Barker is a cash strapped student trying to make money as a cleaner working nights at the East Falls Museum. But her peaceful graveyard shift turns into a time of terror when she is plagued by the sound of footsteps in empty corridors and mysterious vandalism throughout the building. Emily suspects that one of the exhibits, a creepy vintage doll named Robert, is alive and wreaking havoc after hours. Her reports to the head of security and the museum owner go unheeded. But when members of the night staff turn up dead in sinister circumstances, Emily knows the doll is responsible for the bloodshed.

Last Girl Standing (Nov 01)

Five years ago, a masked killer brutally murdered a group of friends. Since then, Camryn, the lone survivor, has struggled to reclaim her shattered life. Wracked with guilt and paranoia, can Camryn ever have a normal life again or is she destined to be alone? Part slasher movie and part character study, Last Girl Standing is a penetrating and intimate look at what happens to the survivors of horror movies.

The Shelter (Nov 04)

On a star filled night, widower and homeless man Thomas (Michael Pare) finds shelter for the night when he falls upon a vast two story house with the lights on and an inviting open front door. Alas the next morning he finds out swiftly that the premises won’t let him depart. The doors are all locked, and the windows puzzlingly cannot be opened or broken. Destiny has brought Thomas to this place. Will he survive the ordeal?

The Hospital 2 (Nov 08)

A mentally sick and illness two guys and one woman are running a shelter for women how got assaulted by their husbands.Basically as the events go on the place looks shelter but in reality it’s where sick behavior and illness minds perform their acts.

The Monster (Nov 11)

A mother and daughter must confront a terrifying monster when they break down on a deserted road.

The Similars (Nov 15)

On the rainy night of October 2, 1968, eight characters waiting on a remote bus station for a bus heading to Mexico City start experiencing a strange phenomenon.

Intruder (Nov 22)

During one of Oregon’s most violent storms, a young cellist seeks solitude and comfort in the safety of her large apartment, but soon realizes she might not be home alone. With the modern and simple tone of Paranormal Activity paired with the cinematic elegance of Hitchcock’s Rope, INTRUDER is a disturbing psychological thriller that will make you think twice about being home alone.

Evolution (Nov 25)

Nicolas is a boy living on a remote island set in the future, or another planet – or is it a dream? His village consists of white-painted houses located above the sea with a volcanic rock and black sand coastline, populated by young women and boys all of a similar age to Nicolas. Whilst swimming, Nicolas makes a discovery in the ocean, which is shrugged off my his mother, who, like all the women in the town has tied-back hair, is pale and wears a simple thin beige dress. Nicolas is curious, thinks that he is being lied to and starts to explore his environment, witnessing some unsettling scenes. He then finds himself taken to a hospital-like building where he along, with the others, undergoes a series of medical procedures by the women, dressed as nurses. He is befriended by one nurse, who becomes instrumental in the film’s denouement. The film is not easy to categorise; it is not only enigmatic but beautifully filmed with deeply poetic imagery. It reflects the fear of the unknown…

VOD Horror Archive DECEMBER The Devil's Dolls (Dec. 06) Guatemalan parents teach their children to allay their troubles by getting handmade worry dolls, but several of these talismans find their way into the hands of residents of a small Southern town and set off a grisly wave of bloodshed.

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