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When a small kid decks their shit and starts screaming, it's apparently useful to ask them "are you more scared or more hurt?" because they might actually pause the shrieking to understand that adults might not automatically know what they are feeling, and that they can and should use words to communicate whether they need emotional support or medical attention.

I wonder if it could be applied to tumblr. Asking shrieking people "are you disagreeing with what OP said, or are you mad about the way they worded it?"

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Hiii, I was just wandering if you wouldn’t mind blabbing about the symbolism and stuff behind some of your design choices with the horse men that you might not have mentioned. Like with pestilence and death specifically I feel like there’s a lot of symbolism I’m picking up on without fully understanding. Like with Death’s sickle, both a homage to the classic scythe and a nod to the “reaping/harvesting” of souls. And with pestilence I feel like there’s something that I’m skirting around without grasping. The multiple legs strike me as a deliberate similarity to insects, and if I’m right I think that the rider is bound in a body bag type deal, similar to how disease and pestilence is so often both spread through the improper disposal of body’s, and how wide spread pestilence leads to mass graves filled with disease and the horrible anonymity that comes with being just one face in a pit of hundreds etc? All of this is, ofc, to say that I’ve adored your series of the horsemen so far and would go absolutely rabid for some insight on some of your design choices<3

My horsemen of the apocalypse! I will add the original commentary and some extras, less about the symbolism and more about what brought me to design them the way I did.

The symbolism is for you to chose, there is no wrong answer.

WAR

I can't bring myself to represent war with a cool knight. It's horror. War is a bound child crowned with shrapnel, tied to a wounded horse that is being pulled forward by unseen people.

I've read a handful of books regarding war. A lost quote said that it should be shown as horror, it should make generals vomit, it should make you sick. I haven't seen war but my family has.

It was the first horseman I've designed, and it was in my sketchbook for months (maybe over a year, maybe even more) before I had the courage to draw it. I was really scared about how people would react to a mutilated child.

Recommended reading: The Red Crown - Mikhail Bulgakov, a short story about a man coping with the loss of his brother in the war

FAMINE

Someone who lived thro a famine shared that their head was only occupied with thoughts of food. Famine consumes your mind. All animals were eaten. Neighbors gave their pets away cuz they couldn't do it themselves. People walked around town as if in a dazed dream, slowly

Recommended reading: The Last Witnesses - Svetlana Alexievitch, a collection of testimonials of people who were children when WW2 began. Some quotes below;

'''A cat! A cat!' Other children saw it and started chasing it. The educators were local habitants, looked at us as if we were insane. In Leningrad there were no living cats left...A living cat was a dream. Food for one month...We talked about it, but they didn't believe us.''

''During the first year of evacuation, we didn't notice nature, everything that was nature provoked in us only one desire - taste to see if it's edible. Only a year later I noticed the beauty of the Urals''

''I dreamt of catching a sparrow and eating it...''

''A candle burns and the shopgirl cuts the bread pieces. People follow her with their gaze. Her every movement...with burning eyes...crazed...and all that in silence.''

''People walked slowly through the city like shadows. Like in a dream...a deep dream...As in, you see it, but you think you're seeing a dream. Those sluggish movements...floating...As if a person walked on water and not on land.''

''In Leningrad there are a lot of monuments, but one is missing that should exist. They forgot about it. The monument to the dogs of the seige. Dear doggy, forgive me...''

I don't like talking about it. It made no sense to draw Famine with a horse.

PESTILENCE

Based on the notes of a doctor who said the most frightening thing about viral disease was how it didn’t frighten. People didn’t know or didn't care. They lived and spread until it was too late and they became another name on the record

The clothing being made out of shredding plastic is no coincidence; pollution is a form of pestilence too

Recommended reading: Notes from a Countryside Doctor - Mikhail Bulgakov. Roughly translated quote below;

''Ah, I verified that here syphilis was frightening precisely because it did not frighten. That was why I evoked that woman.* I remembered her with a kind of affectionate respect: because she had been afraid. But she was the only one!''

*Early in the chapter, doctor mentions a woman that appeared in the clinic with a letter from her soldier husband, where he wrote that he had syphilis and told her she should go to the doctor too.

DEATH

Recommended reading: Voices of Chernobyl - Svetlana Alexievitch. The Death of Ivan Ilitch - Lev Tolstoi

“Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth.”

Death is the only horseman that doesn’t need to mount their horse; they will reach everyone eventually. Who is the saddle for then? Open ended question because this one you have to figure out personally

Many people pointed out how the horse is a Clydesdale. Good eyes! I purposefully asked a friend to guide me towards what type of horses are the sturdiest and most-friendly looking. I drew the horse grazing. It's not injured, it doesn't gallop. It's grazing peacefully because life moves on.

This is the only design that had a painting serve as a base - The Reaper, by Alexey Venetsianov. Not much or nothing at all is written about, I saw it in a book. It is a literal reaper but it haunted me, as if it's portraying more than a person.

The choice to make it a woman was due to a book about a crematory (Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - Caitlin Doughty) that connected women to death because everyone born is bound to die.

Ahhh, I don't want to give it all away. It's fun to figure things out. About them all. From the enviroment, to the movement, to the horses themselves. Many people even mentioned details that I did not notice and didn't add purposefully that were so inspired and amazing. I truly mean that the interpretations of the public enrich the works even more than my own words. And it's an honor to share that work with everyone.

Thank you anon!

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What is this? A crossover episode???

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WIKIPEDIA MONSTER COMPILATION PAGES FOR PEOPLE

japanese creatures

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creatures listed by letter

humanoid creatures

filipino creatures

chinese creatures

cryptids

‘fearsome critters’

angels

beings referred to as fairies

creatures that pretend to be human

a page on therianthropic creatures

shapeshifters

hybrid creatures

extraterrestrial creatures

deities

a page of mythology page links

a section of folklore page links

flying creatures

theological demons

fictional species lists

mythology related lists

legendary creature related lists

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Same Energy.

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Palestinian Fundraisers

Hey everyone! I've gotten a few messages lately requesting help and I wanted to share the links you.

There is a large spreadsheet here (not created by me) with many fundraisers listed by category and need, including sheets featuring spotlighted campaigns. Some of the people who messaged me are listed here.

The blogs that reached out to me are listed below with links to their blogs and Gofundmes. The amounts raised are reflective of the date I'm posting this, August 28, 2024.

If you have the means, please consider donating!

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Day 3: Hextech

There was a silence that was almost suffocating in the room as they both looked at it, staring at the smooth, perfectly round blue spheres in the box Jayce had laid open what felt like an hour ago, even if it had only been minutes. They were beautiful, like pearls, some of the most magnificent that could be found on this side of the Piltover Harbor, but pearls they were not. The young men knew what the crystals were capable of. How volatile they were, though the pair hoped that their attempt at refining them from their raw form. But, even then Viktor knew, the chances of these still blowing up on them, literally, was still half at best. A probability no doubt hypothesised by his partner too as he looked over at Jayce for a vote of confidence, only to see Jayce suck air in through his teeth and half close the lid of the box.

“Alright.”

He uttered in uncertainty, his face on Viktor now as he chuckled among knitted eyebrows as if slowly but surely questioning what on earth they got themselves into. Though even then, there was a confidence to him, whether it was blind or not, that was still reassuring enough it seemed. Even when Viktor knew that if it wasn’t Jayce’s sheer full blown confidence in this project and making it work out as intended that ensured it’d see the world, it no doubt would’ve been Viktor’s stubbornness. He clapped a gloved hand on the lid of the box, even if not without a quick snap of a glance to make sure he didn’t shut the lid by accident and cause them to react unpleasantly in the box. To which Viktor couldn't help but hold back a laugh in Jayce’s startlement, even if that didn’t particularly help, it wasn’t long until the dam broke and he burst out laughing anyhow, and Jayce along with him.

“Well, the crystals look a lot better now that’s for sure, I guess the refinement process worked out in that regard but, now comes the big question.”

Viktor remarked, going from an almost joking demeanour to one with a mild yet pensive uncertainty to it. For a short moment, the silence was the only answer, until, as if reading his mind about as good as a well worn book, Jayce stood up straight and crossed his arms as he filled in the rest of his friend’s train of thought without prompting.

“Will it explode again?”

Once again, silence, as Viktor moved closer to open the lid back up carefully to take a closer look before leaning on his cane. His face deep in thought as he mulled over his thoughts in his head before with a shrug and a tilt of a head he answered the hanging inquiry out of the side of his mouth.

“Eh, that among other things. Let’s just pray there’s a little less property damage involved this time. Preferably none.”

They broke out chuckling again as Jayce grinned and had his turn at holding back a soft laughter, though as he stopped the grin still remained as he gazed into the box again.

“Well I believe it’ll work out better this time.”

He quipped back a little with the remainders of a chuckle, even if his grin fell a little. But still, Viktor was unsure, at least in regards to if this time, it indeed would. But then again, it had worked out great the first time they did it, right? Even with the resulting structure of Professor Heimerdinger’s lab. And the two young men breaking the law in the name of science on top of it all too. But still, they were still alive and it still got good results in the end. What could be much different this time? Assuming that night wasn’t just, a fluke? But still Viktor hummed and regarded Jayce in the corner of his eye with a bit of confidence, genuinely curious in how exactly, Jayce knew the circumstances would be different.

“How so?”

“I mean, with the raw crystal by itself it’s laden with jagged edges and an overall uneven surface area right? So, likely, what caused both mishaps was the application of tension on an uneven surface. Like, when you hit a nail on a glass pane is the best way I can think of it. No- wait, probably not the right comparison since this is a completely different thing in its entirety.”

Jayce answered as he gestured around with a hand, about as talkative with his hands as he was his voice, even if it was to mask his disconcern over whether or not he communicated his theory correctly. His hazel eyes scanned Viktor’s for feedback, hoping that Viktor did indeed get the general idea, but all Viktor could do is tuck his cane in his elbow to curiously pluck out a vivid blue gem out of the box and hold it to his face, rotating it in his fingers as he gave it a closer look. Jayce wondered if Viktor was even listening until he saw Viktor’s eyes widen slightly as he held out a hand and turned to focus on him instead.

“Wait- hold that thought. So, what you’re saying is when force is applied to an uneven surface, it causes the force to focus most prominently in the smaller areas which, when subjected to pressure, causes it to essentially, fracture?”

Jayce went quiet for a moment before clapping his hands together and pointing them in a gesture, pursing his lips as he tipped his eyes up at him.

“Something along the lines of that, but yes.”

“Ah.”

Viktor nodded as he held back but broke out into a slight smile before pensively turning to regard the crystal again, nestling it in his hand as he gingerly rolled it along his palm with a fingernail.

“So smoothing out the surface and giving it a more even surface would-”

“Theoretically even out the energy applied onto the object, yes.”

Jayce finished with a nod and a lopsided grin. Uncertainty over the whole situation very much present, even if Viktor’s presence eased things a little around the lab. But, his presence only did so much in that department. Even if Viktor didn’t acknowledge the thick apprehensive atmosphere about them at all as he just put the crystal back and turned to Jayce again to regard him, treating the whole conversation as one among students discussing a lecture summary.

“Honestly, that makes sense. Though, we’ll probably never know if it applies to this about as well as something more conventional in the Physics department.”

Jayce gave in reply as he shrugged and leaned against the table. The pair hung up in the silent air of the lab as it grew tense before Viktor scoffed and let his cane down from the nook of his elbow, making his way to the desk as he threw up his free hand in the impending impatience over the whole thing.

“Then let’s find out shall we? I mean surely, that crystal isn’t going to initiate the experiment itself.”

“Alright, alright! Just, wait. I still have to finish setting it up again.”

His partner chided back in huffed reply as he took a crystal out of the box and helped Viktor set up their apparatus again. Luckily if there was one thing that didn’t get damaged in the midst of their last stint, it was their contraption, even if it was made intricately yet haphazardly out of parts cobbled together by the minds of a pair of partially sleep deprived students. Viktor wondered if it would hold again this time as they finished fixing it up and set the crystal in place, giving Jayce one last discerning glance as they twisted the dial and pressed it in again. The whir of it was gradual, like before, gentle even, like they were standing underwater yet breathing perfectly, until it came to wind up again. At first it nearly sucked the breath out of both of them, knocking the wind of Viktor as he coughed slightly at the sudden pang of energy smacked into his chest yet holding onto the desk firmly as he remained calm, even amidst the raising panic in Jayce’s eyes as the sparks started flying and things started to whirl around them like a dust devil. But yet, even as the scene around them whirred with an intensity, the apparatus stood still, completely static safe for the bolts of brilliant blue light and the spinning pearl of energy at the heart of it. As Viktor came to think of it in his carefully maintained calm to hide the rising feeling in his chest, it wasn’t as- turbulent as before.

And then. There came the light that exploded out of it. Brilliant and blue and ever so beautiful as it sent everything floating safe for them. Viktor's eyes in awe as he once again got to see the scene again before his very eyes, as if standing within a miniature galaxy. The sound of whirring machinery stopped, slowing to a soft hum, the silent void filled with a soft gasp as he looked over at partner, eyes widened. Jayce was smiling, his face lit up about just as brilliantly as the scene before him, as if he was a child seeing stars for the first time, and in that moment as their eyes met, Viktor couldn’t help but smile too. The both of them were so entrapped in awe that the fact that their new attempt had worked had slipped their mind almost entirely, at least, in that moment.

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Day 2: Brace

The sun was almost ruthless as it was beating down on the pair as they took to the street on their way back to the lab. The young men had known it was going to be a hot afternoon unobscured by the thick quilt of clouds that threaten to wring its contents out onto the earth any moment now but, Viktor knew it wouldn't be long until they were back. If anything, the heat and slight bout of humidity was nothing but an indicator really that they were building up to release their rain just before the evening. But still, at least if it was raining, there was still a small probability that someone would at least remember to organise transportation for them. Quite literally almost anything to replace the long, uncomfortable walk from the Academy to the new lab Ms. Medarda had arranged for them to further their research. At least on the days he had to wear the dreaded cage around his affected leg as per doctor's orders. 

Bloody hell, why can't you just be normal and behave for one day? 

His femoral anteversion has been acting up again, slowly growing worse as it became increasingly painful to walk around like he once had before. He knew it wouldn't be long until it started getting to his spine too and in addition to the new and ever so irritating leg brace he had to wear now to correct it, surely, a new, suffocating spine brace were to follow. The question was when, as he looked down at his feet to watch his steps as he tried to keep up with Jayce, not just in pace but in chatter. His golden eyes all but scrunched up in a glare as he watched the metal flex as he walked. 

Viktor didn't legitimately know what was worse. The mild, throbbing, ever present pain, the bloody cage in itself, or the stares the now visible leg brace brought. He hated it, ever since he had to wear his new brace it was as if almost all eyes were on him now, whether it be pity, curiosity or some semblance of distaste and unease. It was bad enough that almost every Piltovan and their mother, or child it feels like, would stare if they bothered to look at him long enough, it was even worse however that it was with lingering gazes. 

Even as they were walking now, he could catch a few looks, even a curious child pointing him out, looking up at their mother to ask questions as she chided and slapped the little hand away from pointing. The scene, even if innocuous enough, was in itself enough for Viktor to go silent almost entirely. It was obvious Jayce had come to pick up on his discomfort. He saw it in not just in how Viktor was slowing down from the dull, ever growing pain of a exhausted limb being forced to twist into place, but also the way Viktor went from bantering to sparse responses to his enthusiastic prattling that slowly went from matching Jayce's enthusiasm to exasperation. 

It was then they both fell into a silence as Jayce slowed in pace and wrapped Viktor up carefully in an arm, hand on the small of his back like where he usually put it when he helped Viktor stand up these days. 

“Viktor? Are you okay?”

For the first time that entire walk, Viktor looked up into his partner's eyes as he quietly asked the question. Even if a part of him didn't want to, and wanted instead to remain glued with venom onto his feet and the steel tipped contraption that adorned one of them. He didn't know what was even worse than his body’s failings, the stares and lingering gazes of the occasional stranger or the way Jayce's eyebrows would knit in concern as he’d look at him. Even if it came from someone who understood him and his predicament. Jayce knew already about Viktor's condition, from snippets of benevolent curiosity and timid inquiries spoken out loud in caution out of fear of treading lines he didn't want to tread if it meant causing hurt or offence to his friend. He already knew that, sometimes, Viktor would wear a leg brace, even if it was the thin yet sturdy structure he could easily hide under his clothes. 

He was there for Viktor the whole way through, even on the first day Viktor fell and the string of appointments that followed. Yet still, he did not want to concern his friend, not even more than he already has. 

“Oh. I-I’m fine.”

He uttered out pensively with a slight strained smile as he leaned a little on his cane, trying to give his right leg a bit of reprieve. If Jayce wasn’t concerned enough already, VIktor’s words really did not to seem to help matters with how his partner’s brow furrowed so thoroughly that they made as well have part of one unit.  

“Are you sure? You look like you’re in-”

Was all Viktor heard in a voice that had not even a few minutes previously used to be so enthusiastic and full of life as he caught Jayce catching a glance at his brace before he took to looking away. It was small but something that made Viktor want to curl up into himself and hide in that moment. Yet, outside of a quiet sigh, and the sensation of a supportive hand letting go to rather wrap him up almost protectively into an arm as Jayce ushered him to a bench, there was nothing more that followed that. Other than warm words as Jayce gave him a soft slight smile and a gentle pace as he tried to be as careful as possible yet vigilant over maintaining his friend’s boundaries.

“Come on. Let's sit down for a bit.”

Was all Jayce said, suggesting it as if was on the same caliber as offering to take him to lunch in his gentle casualty over it all. In that moment Viktor looked up again to see him smile, his furrowed brows giving way rather to little creases that reached Jayce’s eyes as he regarded him back and made the tension Viktor held within body and soul gradually fall away. He could rest at ease now for the first time that afternoon as they sat down together, not just due to the relief from taking off his weight off his leg but also in how everything else around them fade to just a scene of two friends, prattling about how to utilize their newest discovery on a bench. All the while Viktor relieved his discomfort by placing his leg on the bench and working at the joints with a pocket wrench he had since taken to carrying. It eased the ache of the entire walk off, even if he could still feel it in his leg, there was simply something about it that made things feel- easier. But then again, that was one of the many reasons they were partners to begin with wasn’t it? With Jayce by his side there was a innate strength and understanding between them. He only wished he wasn’t such a burden on him at times even when he knew he wasn’t. 

Yet even then he couldn’t be helped but reminded of that train of thought as they were interrupted by a pair of boys running down the street, laughing as they trundled a bronze hoop down the street with a stick. It was a scene that reminded him of the water hole in his childhood. Even if, to a degree as he sat there, gazing up to watch them run by from his work of loosening up a joint screw too tight, he also felt reminded of what in childhood, stopped him from doing the same. He wondered what it was like to be free. 

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Day 1 Viktober: Toy Boat

It was the first thing he woke up to, and the last thing he expected. Hell, it was in pieces when he last saw it, from when the one day, he dismantled it in anger. Yet the little toy boat in nearly all its glory sat perfectly content right there on his desk, as intact as the day he packed it into some of his bags and ran away. Even if Viktor could tell that, it wasn't his work that put it back together again. He could tell some of the more damaged plating had been replaced, with little bits of bronze and other pieces of scrap metal intricately worked in where the exterior otherwise would've missed gaps thanks to Viktor's frustrated dismantling of the thing. There were parts of the boat that he didn't remember being there originally, and parts where the originals simply went missing over the years.

A part of him was actually impressed in his bafflement as he stared at it, inspecting every single little inch of the toy as if it was one of his more advanced creations. He didn't dare pick it up, he wanted to resist the urge, but eventually it wasn't long until it sat, cradled in a metal hand, spinning one of the rutters tentatively with a finger. How did he or whoever was responsible for this, even get the parts? He thought he threw them out. Yet here he is, staring at one of his oldest creations, in awe with it just as when he was when he first finished it as a young boy. Viktor was simply at a loss for words over it as he stared and rotated the little boat around in his hand to stare even more at the craftsmanship. It was about as big as his hand now, resting in his palm as he tipped it up a little to see that even the horn and the little balcony, they were still there. He wondered if it still worked.

But first, he wanted to know where it even came from and how his toy boat all the sudden came to be gingerly sat up on his desk so that it was right in his face the moment he woke up from his sleep. Yet, he couldn't come to any conclusion as to how, until he looked over in the corner of the house by the windowsill. Viktor wanted to know if she was still there, but, it wasn't long until that question answered itself. He couldn't see the girl by the windowsill, but he could hear her, tinkering away at, something, somewhere his desk. A groggy scan through of the lab provided nothing, it was as if she had disappeared like a ghost, even when he could sense her presence. Viktor knew she was small but surely not so small as to be practically invisible. It wasn't until he leaned over his desk to look at the other side, however, that he got his answer. There she was, the child. A small, dark skinned little thing safe for the thick web like patches of buckskin coloured skin that took up half her form, hidden from his angle even further with a head of messy dark brown hair. Her mismatched eyes more intent on the little metal bird in her hands that she had been tinkering with than the man leaned over the desk, regarding her with golden eyes. That was at least until the youngster eventually figured out she was being watched, and gradually, tilted up her head to stare back at him with big eyes as he carefully came to cradle the boat in both hands.

“Did you- Build this?”

He asked pensively with a soft nod towards the boat, as if gesturing to it. His demeanour was calm yet stern, hiding his astonishment. As if the adolescents' eyes weren't big enough already, they were almost as big as saucers as he spoke.

Though out of fear or surprise Viktor couldn't discern all that well as of yet. He could try as hard as he could but Einin overall was never quite the easiest to read, especially for one who spoke best the language of silence. The silence between them was thick but, when wasn't it? There's always been quiet around them yet, it wasn't a tense one. Instead, he got his answer as Einin slowly put her things down and signed in response. Through what little Viktor could understand from the sign language, he got his confirmation.

I fixed it, yes.

Einin signed slowly. Her head tilted to the side a little to regard him better with her natural eye as he put the boat down, handling it still like a fragile arte fact that could break in his hands at any moment now, too afraid to damage it.

“Why?”

He mused softly, wondering out loud more than actually asking the question. To which, the adolescent's lips parted and after a long moment of contemplation, she finally spoke in a voice soft and light but raspy, tinted in an accent much the same as his.

“- I couldn't bear to see it broken apart. So I fixed it for you.”

“It’s pretty…”

She uttered quietly in a voice barely used as she picked up her tools and contraption, tilting her head down timidly to resume her work. There was something child-like in that response, that made him think even more of himself when he was a boy in the sheer flustered timidity of it. Overall, it wasn't long until slowly, his more calm yet aloof exterior gave way and he couldn't fight the urge to smile anymore. Just this once.

A small, nostalgic yet melancholic smile tugged at the corners of his face as he gave a soft sigh. His tall, large frame receded back over the desk as he sat back down, crossing his arms over the expanse of metal and wood as he rested his chin in his arms, playing once again, with one the boat rutters in thought.

“-Thank you… I never thought I’d be able to see it again.”

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Aight so, currently working on a Lifeweaver fic, for those who remember my ancient comment of me planning on using this Khmer Oc in a setting with Niran, it's related to that, and part of that fic is basically an exploration into both character's families. Meaning, I had to headcanon out Niran's, and oh my fricking lord- Here's what I got so far since I find that it's not only something that'd be pretty interesting. Mr. Pruksamansee Meticulously neat and perfectionistic in how he dresses and carries himself and is someone who continuously demands control over the situation, even his children's lives. He comes off as a sincere father who has warm moments at times and only wants them to have and ONLY have the best of the best and was under the thing of everything he does is because it's what's best for them. Even if "they don't like it now"., But is predominantly overly strict to the point of bordering on coming off as cold. Especially because he loathes losing control over almost everything, it's something he carries over from both his work and upbringing into his own parenting because not only was he raised in a strict environment reminiscent of the one he cultivates in the home. Is also typically highly revered, especially since outside the home/in public he's a highly charismatic figure, he can be charming when he wants to be. He was practically trained to use charisma as an on/off switch, because of the familial belief that intelligence, especially a top quality education, and diligence helps, but it isn't enough to make it on its own. That in order to make literally any profound impact on the world, you have to have influence. But also comes off as highly out of touch with those outside his class range to the point of being unintentionally kind of insulting/arrogant about it. Not necessarily out of any malice whatsoever, but more so in the sense that he just doesn't know any better because he was born into the sheltered, out of touch life of generational wealth. In short he is, basically one of those ignorant old money people who has never had a single normal conversation with a minimum wage worker in his entire life. Also. He royally screwed up his son to the point that Niran doesn't want to talk to him specifically. Because of Niran being a perpetual spanner in his works since birth and him having overly high expecations for Niran on a consistent basis, especially out of Niran being the eldest son. Mrs.Pruksamanee

Elegant in a overly clean, almost air polished sense with a indirectly documented tendency to be a overly perfectionistic germaphobe. Especially since she comes from a background of being this beautiful highly sought after socialite turned reverred matriarch. While the kinder of Niran’s parents,she’s detached and highly out of touch with her son and his interests. Instead expecting him to fit into the slot of the “perfect son”. Something which also stems from the fact that she was never really involved at all in the "messier" parts of child rearing and only really took up rearing Niran and his siblings in regards to their etiquette and education because the former was always handled by nannies and household staff. Considering like Mr.Pruksamanee, she's a product of her upbringing, that was how she was raised. As such, she doesn't even really know her own son as a person, in addition to as such, treating him as somewhat of an extension of her and his father. As such often was overly fussy and somewhat naggy with him, especially when he didn't fall in line with how he was expected to act. Niran was always cagey with being open about anything personal with her, because he always expected she'd nag him over it by default, in addition to Niran not knowing his mom all that well as a person either to confide in her all that much. She is more open to expressing emotion,but only in a highly curated way that is societally acceptable and worthy of reverence. One open genuine emotion that's a highly complicated one for her overall is parental affection because while she genuinely loves her children, she has no idea how to show it "appropriately" without "coddling" them past a certain age, and as such has reached the point of compensating for such by showing affection via splurging on them and overall spoiling them. Especially since she herself is highly extravagent with money. Overall, highly dictated by what is and what is not acceptable among the higher classes of society and is also overly strict on her children and what she considers to be the best for them in that regard. She wants them to be a good example for the world around them. Which- Niran eventually proceeded to screw up in her eyes by becoming a fugitive. She's more lenient/sympathetic to those below their family's station, but similarly to Mr.Pruksamanee is HIGHLY ignorant towards them and their way of life, especially their struggles and means of going about things. She finds them kind of odd. But at least was ALWAYS the one to hammer into the children and even her husband at times to treat the staff with respect nonetheless as the main one in charge of them, and always generally made sure they were well cared for. Also took on Mr.Pruksamanee's penchant for wanting everything to be under control, hence why she acts as his primary mediator, especially in the home. ALSO royally fucked up her kid, but not to the same extent as Mr.Pruksamanee. At least he still talks to her on occasion when she reaches out to him to check if he's okay and/or provide Niran financial aid. Even when it's just to let her know that he's perfectly fine and that no, he isn't in fact, dead or dying.

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Star Pupper

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Decided to break up the monotonity of some work and do some editting work for fun. Turned out great! It's for a new server of mine.

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LIST OF CHARITIES FOR PALESTINE/GAZA- A Continuation

Link to my previous post below listing the first part of the Charity list These are for those who want to donate to Palestine as well as for those who want to share around if they can't donate. https://www.tumblr.com/bohemiandeer/746107949927350272/list-of-charity-pages-for-palestinegaza?source=share

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LIST OF CHARITIES FOR PALESTINE/GAZA

Aight so, over the past couple of weeks, I've been dedicating my spare time to making and gathering content to raise awareness for Palestine, especially since the #freepalestine tag has been plateauing from the trending list, unfortunately due to deaths among our Palestinian brothers and sisters among others. SO, I'm starting this off with a list of Charities that support Palestine and Gaza and are actively gathering donations for them for essentials. Not just for those who can donate to donate to, but also for those who can't donate to share. Every little bit helps. More are to be added in subsequent posts in the next few days. Of course this goes without saying. DON'T FORGET TO DO YOUR CLICKS FIRST. All rumours that this site isn't helping has been debunked entirely. Just a click per day every morning and hell, every afternoon or evening as soon as you get home can help. It produces ad money which is then used to aid Palestine. Not to mention Clicks are free. Whether you have money or not to donate, you can still contribute. Aight so, over the past couple of weeks, I've been dedicating my spare time to making and gathering content to raise awareness for Palestine, especially since the #freepalestine tag has been plateauing from the trending list, unfortunately due to deaths among our Palestinian brothers and sisters among others. SO, I'm starting this off with a list of Charities that support Palestine and Gaza and are actively gathering donations for them for essentials. Not just for those who can donate to donate to, but also for those who can't donate to share. Of course this goes without saying. DON'T FORGET TO DO YOUR CLICKS FIRST. All rumours that this site isn't helping has been debunked entirely. Just a click per day every morning and hell, every afternoon or evening as soon as you get home can help. It produces ad money which is then used to aid Palestine. Not to mention Clicks are free. Whether you have money or not to donate, you can still contribute. They have Donation and NGO pages dedicated towards Palestine relief too.

Link to Part 2 of this post https://www.tumblr.com/bohemiandeer/746109206817587200/list-of-charities-for-palestinegaza-a?source=share

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125,055 signatures so far! We're more than halfway from from the Target of 250,000! If you haven't had a chance to sign this petition for a cease fire from the US's end, this is your chance! I already signed up. In addition to this I'll be gathering additional sources such as petitions, fund raising campaigns and charities among others in the upcoming days. I feel like I've gathered enough to give people some cohesive lists on where to go and what to do if want to provide any additional help.

In addition to that, for those who haven't written letters and petitions to their representatives already, DO SO NOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. WE HAVE TO KEEP TALKING, WE HAVE TO KEEP LAYING ON THE PRESSURE. https://ceasefiretoday.com/

Here's another site to go to if you want to write letters and petitions to Congress and Representatives, in addition to providing other means you can help in the US, Canada AND Internationally.

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Spread the word, lend them your support, donate to our brothers and sisters in Palestine if you can. We gotta help where we can. We got this.

goodnight everyone (:

do your daily click

spreadsheet of families in Gaza you can help today

donate to:

Buy an e-sim

Help diabetics in Gaza

The PCRF

Anera

UNRWA

Taawon

Help Gaza Children

Sudan Tarada Initiative

Help a Sudanese family escape conflict

Darfur Women Action

Ramadan for Sudan

Period products in Sudan

Sudan Emergency Appeal

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You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.

But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.

Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.

I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.

FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.