#Superior Renovations

[4x4girl]

Some progress pics of the green bean! The gutting has taken sooo much longer then I expected. But doing this solo makes it a bit challenging. And just working on it from time to time when I have it and energy. Which can be hard to have at the same time these days 😅 but the old is at the top and the newest pics taken today (8/28/23) are at the bottom. I’m still super excited about this project! The old wood cook stove I got the other day was a project where I bit off more then I could chew. It was sadly too big for the rv. But I still plan on putting in a wood stove. Just a small one made for small spaces.

[jpegoftheweek]

Jpeg Of The Week #1,264 - Superior Arts District's stronghold, the Artcraft Building... evolving, making history!

Top Photo July 13, 2024, bottom photo from January, 2024

[daefics]

Patio in New York

[tarjapearce]

As My Own

Miguel O'Hara x Daughter'sRoomate!femreader .

Don't think I have forgotten about the requests 👀.

WARNING: Fluff. A tiny squeeze of angst, Rotting tooth fluff, daily snippets of life, anxious dad.

Summary: Gabi wants a mom. And who is Miguel to deny such wish?

Requested Here. Hope you like ❤️ Feedback is highly appreciated.

Sighing for the third time in a row, Miguel looked fondly at the pictures of his daughter through the years, until she grew out to be a lovely young lady, whose talents in soccer had earned her a scholarship in college.

Despite being terrified of the idea of Gabriela spreading her wings and soar into life itself, he knew the moment would come sooner or later, more like, right now. He was unpacking some boxes into the apartment Gabi would be staying, and if he was honest, the idea of her sharing a room with someone else didn't appeal that much on his trust issues.

If it wasn't for the house renovations needed to be done ASAP, he'd make sure to get Gabi a place for her own.

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Emancipation had taken a toll on him and his mind, The once girly and colorful room filled with drawings, trophies and medals with a soccer player motifs, soccer star posters, some consoles and games, was now an empty space full of memories.

When Gabi gave him the news of her moving out completely, made his heart to shrink and break, but he knew that he had to let her go. Gabriela was 19 at the time, doing good at college, had found herself a half time job and a new roommate. The last one seemed the most preoccupying thing on the list. Was it a man? Did she eat well? Did she get along with them? Probably had gotten her a couple of fights, were they older? Was his Solecito safe?

It had been three years since she left home and pursue her superior studies and a professional soccer player career.

His mind was racing with the infinite questions and his stress gnawed at his chest, his phone buzzing interrupted his accelerating thoughts. He opened the message log and sighed in relief to see Gabriela's name on the screen.

He tapped at the message and his heart nearly melted at seeing Gabi with a goofy expression on her face, her hands making a V sign as she hovered over a small table set for two.

"Dinner time with Roomie~"

The caption read. The food looked delicious and esthetically pleasing at the eye. Nearly Michelin star awarded restaurant quality.

(Name) 's food is amazing! . Btw Im free next week, so come over, I miss you Papa.

Gabi had texted him some couple of hours later. (Name) ; at least he now knew that Gabi shared space with a woman. He didn't trust college guys at all. At least, he could sleep a bit better now. However, something had caught his attention, despite Gabi's competitive traits, she rarely loosened herself around others. And the picture only proved him right.

Gabi was unabashedly goofy and silly on the picture, with a genuine smile on her face. Whoever you were, he was grateful for making his most precious treasure comfortable and safe.

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The first time you met Gabi was quite the experience, you had just returned from work to find a lot of boxes loitering the entrance and part of the living room. Books, some baskets with soccer balls and equipment, Somw clothes and more books.

The burning smell immediately alerted you as smoke begun filling in the room. Rushing you opened the window and started to dissipate the smoke away with a towel.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The young and tall woman panicked as she came out of the bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, just like her hair. Skin still sudsy with soap.

The chaos was tamed, leaving one of your favorite collectible pots, charred and useless.

"I'm really really sorry! I'll get you a new one."

"Don't you worry. Just... be careful. Don't leave the stove on when you are away. You could've burn the place down"

Gabi nodded sheepishly and looked down, when she noticed your chef uniform, the logo of a prestigious place she could only dream to afford in a couple of months and a place where he wanted to take her Papa as a surprise, standing out in your chest.

"Im (Name), the other tenant. Nice to meet you." Your voice was firm, yet kind. The kind of kindness that could insult anyone and still sound charming.

"Gabriela O'Hara. Sorry for your pot. I'll get you a new one"

"Ah stop it. It was just a family relic passed on generation to generation that now will end up in the trash."

You couldn't help but laugh at her panicking and guilty reaction.

"I'm just messing with you, sweetie. I got Ceci on a promo back at the supermarket. Don't worry. It's just a pot. We throw at least one daily at the restaurant. What were you trying to make anyways?"

Gabi didn't know if to be shocked or be laughing at your attitude. She settled for confused.

"Cause it smelled like cheap Mac and Cheese"

Her cheeks flushed and you just chuckled knowingly.

"Freshman?" Gabi nodded and you smiled almost endearingly at her.

"Such a cutie! I remember my first semester at college. Such a mess, terrible food and a terrible roommate"

"You're graduated?"

"A long time ago, yeah, Culinary school is something else. Don't get in there if you like having perfect skin."You chuckled and rolled up your sleeve, showing a few shares of scars and burn marks.

"Anyways, let's have a couple of rules okay? If you follow them, who knows? it can take us places." You grinned.

"No boys after 10 pm on weekends, and if you do, keep it low. Thin walls. Same applies to me, but don't worry about it. Im way too tired to actually do something about bringing my libido back."

Jeesh

Gabi's cheek flushed as her stomach fluttered anxiously.

"You can use my tools for cooking with the only condition to leave them clean and back at their place. Got it?"

She nodded at every reasonable rule you gave her. You had warned her that sometimes you'd be out of town due work, and that left her on charge of the place. It was brought to her attention that despite the place being small, it was conditioned enough to make it almost fancy looking. The kitchen specially.

Of course things just grew from there. At first Gabi was shocked to find you were a couple of years younger than her Papa. And that you had been single for quite a time now. Couple of years to be exact.

But that mattered little as her growing fondness for you was borderline adorable. You had helped her through some really bad times, like getting her a part time job at your workplace after being fired from the college coffee shop, something she never had the guts to tell Miguel.

Then you of course helping her out in her cooking skills, to at least stop eating plain ramen and packaged food bags.

"You're an athlete, you must feed like one."

"But I can't... afford it-"

"Uh uh. Shh." You shook your head and taught her to buy the right sort of meals even under a tight budget. Sometimes she would even find meals prepped for her whenever she had run short on money.

You were there when she got her first college date, and also were there when the young man turned out to be a fuckboy and a prick. Wiping her tears and feeding her a freshly made creme brule. A favorite of hers. You had also Dropped her and picked her up in her soccer practices whenever time allowed you so. She seeked guidance in you

She was there for you when depression was making it's way into your head, she was also there when she helped you to recover from a hang over after another failed date, and nursed you through your terrible period cramps. Even though sometimes harmony seemed disrupted by external causes, such as stress, work and feeling particularly wistful and blue, you'd always find comfort in eachother.

You were amazed by the fact that you realized that she was like the little girl you always dreamed to have.

"How come you don't have children?" Gabi had asked carefully. Despite the trust you hsd built over the years, there was some things you still couldn't bring yourself to discuss so openly, until now.

"I..."

"Sorry if I'm overstepping"

"Nah. I think it's time I actually come clean about some stuffs."

"Are you sure?" You nodded and sighed

"I can't have them"

Surprise drawed into Gabi's eyes as she stared at you.

"Infertility?"

"Yup. But... It's fine. I've come to terms with it, so..."

You trailed and she swallowed as her hand was placed above yours.

"For all it's worth? I'm sure you could have been an amazing mother."

Could have been

" To me, you... you are."

Gabi mumbled as tears swelled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. You stared at her, heart leaping in your chest

"Like... You are like the mother I never had... My Papa is amazing, but sometimes I actually yearn for a different kind of love." She hiccuped and you frowned, holding her closer.

"Like a mom. I want... I want to go shopping and talking about boys and how stupid they are. I want... to be cheered on by someone else at my games and not only my Papa."

Your heart felt breaking bit by bit as Gabi broke before you

"Don't get me wrong, I love Papa to death but... It's hard, y'know?"

"Ah, cariño." An endearment term you had learn from her, "You are such an amazing kid. Im sure that whoever comes into your life to take that spot needs to be amazing, because you're such a special young woman. Look at you, bright future ahead, smart, so so pretty and brave"

But Gabriela didn't want a stranger as her mother figure. She wanted you.

Gabi hid her face on your chest as you held her close, consoling her as much as you could. She remained there until she looked up at you with a suspicious glare

"Maybe I can introduce you to my dad" Your cheeks flushed bright red and she gasped, a bright bulb of an idea popping in her mind, sadness remnants vanishing from her body almost instantly

"No, Gabi, cariño-"

"You can meet him this weekend!"

"That's too soon, I am not prepared! Plus I have work remember?"

"He's staying all weekend, don't worry."

You had seen her adoring Papa through pictures she had showed you. The man was attractive, and looked certainly way too out of your league but of course you never told Gabi about it. You just shrugged it off with a 'Oh, cute'. But now that her plan was on set, you couldn't say no to her.

"Besides, I think it's time for you to actually meet guys. And this time no excuses like Im busy or stuff like that."

"Okay, okay. But if things don't work out-"

"I know, I'll drop it." Gabi rolled her eyes.

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Even though the recipe for a certain disaster was cooking, you tried to be optimistic about it. A bit of positive thinking wouldn't hurt you from time to time. However, your shift turned out a bit trickier than usual, since the restaurant had been reserved for a main event for important people.

In the little chance you had, you sent Gabi a little video of how crowded it was, and apologizing cause you didn't know if you were making a double shift and wouldn't be able to meet Papa.

Gabi just sent you a picture of the both with a "Miss you! Dad just came"

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3 am. 3 am and you were finally done, no more stuck up clients pretending to love raw fish and meats, people that were just actually there for the food pictures and to be able to brag about they were there. Your feet ached, and so was your headache. The good thing was that the company allowed you to take some food home.

Keys tinkered as you grabbed them to finally turn them in the keyhole and entering home and closed the door, angry and heavy steps alerted you as the hulking figure of a man stood in the dark, as the dim lit red iris flashed at you. You had to crane your head up to meet his deep eyes.

Now you wondered where Gabi had came out so tall.

"H-Hello..." You gulped and he sighed, hard expression melting slowly.

"Sorry for... the late hour."

"No, no. Discúlpeme I mean, forgive me. Though someone had broke in, until I heard the keys a bit too late. I'm Miguel. O'Hara." He offered you his large hand that easily engulfed yours.

"Oh, so you're... Papa" you shook it gently. He was warm, and chuckled. "Im (Name). Gabi never stops talking about you." You gave him an amiable smile and put your containers on the dining table.

"Nice to meet you" you began unpacking, aligning the recipients carefully on the table.

"How's... Gabriela doing?" His deep voice snapped your focus for a moment and your eyes darted to his form. Sweatpants in grey, a white fitting shirt that snugged his form a bit too nicely for a short stare. Hair slicked back, pouty lips, thick brows and his deep... red eyes? He certainly was even more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures.

"Oh, she's amazing. Her practice in soccer has improved even more. She has a final next week."

His brow arched at how much information you knew about her.

"I apologize, she fell asleep in your room, despite me telling her that the couch would be-"

"Ah don't worry about it. My bed is big enough for two, and she isn't a kicker in her sleep. So make sure to rest properly. Oh! And welcome for the weekend. Would you like something to eat?"

Miguel shook his head and softly smiled at you. You were pretty. So so pretty that his mind was almost in shortcut when you were removing your chef robe, in the kitchen exposing a bit more of skin. Your left arm was adorned with little burn marks and cuts, you poured yourself a glass of wine when you felt his eyes on you.

"Want some?" You offered the wine and he nodded, a bit reluctant at first.

"Has Gabi acted out of place while I'm gone?" You giggled as you poured him some wine.

"If by out of place means sleeping one hour later than she is used to, yeah. She has." Your hands gave him the cup and he leaned on the table. Gabi groggily came out your room, lured away by the delicious smell of food.

"Hey" She mumbled and hugged Miguel and then hugged you, and remained with her arms around your waist. You kissed her forehead and she smiled.

Miguel entered in spectator mode.

"Hey, cupcake. Want some food?"

"Can I have it tomorrow?"

"Got you a Creme Brule." She grunted happily.

Gabi smiled and went through the bags, popping a chocolate coated strawberry on her mouth.

"Still, I'm too tired to actually eat. Got Papa and I some takeout."

"Takeout?! The good sort of thing I hope" Gabriela groaned as she made her way back to your room.

"Don't steal the fluffy sheets!"

"Yes, mom. Take a bath first, you smell like garlic." she mumbled and went to bed.

Your whole face was as red as a strawberry not because your smell, but for how she had called you, you gulped down the wine and sighed. Miguel stared at you and his chest couldn't help but constrict a little more.

" I apologize for that, Gabriela is..."

"Quite receptive to smells? Yeah."

"And she called you mom." He was more surprised about it than anything else.

"Ah hehe. Yeah, she had been calling me accidentally that a bit more often."

"Does it makes you feel uncomfortable?" He sipped his wine

"Not really. I find it cute. She eh... talked to me about growing up and how things had been for her."

"I must thank you. You have fed her, taken care of her and now even protect her."

"She's a great kid." You nodded proudly. "Couldn't find a better roomie, and a friend. You did a good job raising her, Papa."

Miguel cleared his throat and gave you a small smile.

"I hope she hasn't-"

"Relax, she's been nothing but a good kid all these years. You gotta trust her a bit more."

"It's the people around her that I don't trust"

"Ouch..."

"I mean, not that I dont... just... carajo." you giggled at his cursing as his brows knitted together

"I mean, my daughter trusts you enough to sleep in your bed, call you mom even, so... would be kinda dumb to say that you're a bad person... And I'm not making any sense right?"

You gave him a bashful smile and it was your turn to clear your throat.

"She's been busy at playing cupid. She thinks she is subtle..." You bit your lip and poured yourself a bit more of wine as Miguel rubbed his face, tiredly.

"What about, today at 7 pm?"

"At 7pm what?" He coked an eyebrow to you and Gabriela poked her head out of your room, sighing with exasperation.

"Por Dios pa, Te está invitando a salir!" (My god, Papa, she's asking you out.)

You just laughed and put the food in the fridge

"If you're up for it, that is. It's fine if you don't-"

"Make it at 8. Traffic has lowered by that hour."

"Alright." You smiled and took your chef coat with you.

"Sleep well, Papa."

He downed the remnants of his wine and smiled to himself. He had a date.

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And a second, and a third and a fourth and a fifth. You were such an enjoyable being to hang around. You shared little silly texts, learnt a bit more spanish thanks to him to slowly bring down your language barrier. Even though you understood some words here and there, you wanted to understand so you could also feel part of the secret and long conversations the two O'Haras shared when it came to you.

Miguel was the first in making a move and kissed you around the fourth date. Nervous as you were, you finally felt good enough to just allow yourself to indulge in his company and what he had to offer. Great company, laughs, delicious make out sessions you didn't thought possible at your age.

Gabi had found you both eating each other's mouth in the livingroom

"Get a room!" She'd yell as she locked herself, headphones up her ears, but a beam in her face. Her chest swelled in joy knowing her cupid stunt had paid off.

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"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, pa. Like... She's the best. She's so sweet and... makes me happy cause you are happy."

"You'd be the only child, you're aware of that right?"

Gabi nodded upon remembering your words and your condition.

"Having a little sibling at this point would be awkward anyways."

"That doesn't mean I can't try-"

"Oh my god stop..." Gabi shook her head and Miguel smirked

"Payback for not telling me you were fired." She grunted as Miguel held her tightly.

"I think it's time to try something new."

"You'll ask her to marry you?!" Gabi gasped excited with a beam on her face

"Relax, Solecito. We're still knowing each other. And we wanna make sure that things work out before thinking in something so important as that."

"If you let her go, I promise that I won't talk to you again."

"Ouch."

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Bit by bit you had small milestones in your relationship with Miguel, you visiting his home back at New York, you staying a weekend in said home, you being introduced to his friends, sharing carneada with his friends, and of course, being found by Gabriela about to have sex, none of you mentioned it during dinner.

To make things even more convenient and better, your restaurant had opened a second branch in New York. Gabi was about to graduate college and of course, you both were saddened that soon you'll part ways. The both were too enraptured enjoying your mother-daughter relationship you had created that forgot about the future.

It didn't help to her sadness when you told her about you and other crew members of your work were selected for a three months workshop in France.

Despite your own sadness, both O'Haras cheered you to go.

"Three months is gonna be torture without you, but time goes so fast. You'll be back sooner than we expect it." Gabi had spoken. And of course, after her graduation, and a kiss goodbye, you flew to France.

Communication wasn't an issue since you talked every day. And still, the gnawing feeling of not being with them made you wish time to fly. You spoke every night with Miguel, telling him how much you have missed him. Even though work had kept you both busy enough, you'd always find a way to talk or text.

And when you came back? It felt like floating in a dream.

"Mom!" Gabriela rushed to you and crushed you in her arms, sniffling and holding you tightly.

"I missed you soo much, cariño." You kissed her forehead, Miguel joined a bit later with a rose bouquet on hand. He pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Missed you, preciosa".

What sealed the deal for him was seeing you sharing a moment with Gabi. You were brushing her hair as you caught up eith the things you learned in France and how excited you were for them both to taste them.

He asked you to move in with them. And god he loved the feeling of you being around. Gabi was happy, he was happy and you were as well.

Everything about you had captured his heart. Your personality, your way to carry on things, the subtle ways you guided Gabriela without imposing in her autonomy, How much love you seemed to have for them, the delicious feeling of your skin against his on bed.

He proposed a year after. He wouldn't let you go, no no. You were too perfect for him, and a perfect Mom for Gabriela.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

WTH House has been removed from the market. Built in 1932 in Westmont, Illinois, it's been renovated, but whoever did the reno must've been on shrooms at the time. 4bds, 4ba, and they're asking $849,900, which is probably why it's been taken off the market, b/c no one would pay that much for it, and it can't possibly pass a home inspection. Take a look.

Weird entrance. I don't even know if the door clears that first step, but there's this ersatz elevated platform w/a small door and angled stairs so you can display a lovely collection of large vases. (Also note the off-center pot light shining brightly.) That abstract painting is a prophesy of things to come.

The platform continues on around to the side entrance. Why do they need that thing at all? Unusual features: Light fixtures under the window sills and another one under the stair railing.

I don't know if this is the family room or main living room, but it's normal.

Observe the obstacles in the hall to get to the kitchen steps. The frame around the windows doesn't look right.

You can see it better from here. They made an elaborate kitchen entrance, there's some room off the stairs, maybe a toilet, and the fridge is too close to the edge.

Double doors in the dining area open to a bedroom.

Floor tile on the bathroom walls.

By the wild wood grain on the door to the primary suite, it looks like they used plywood to make the doors. There's a simple homemade kitchenette behind the door.

PeeWee's Playhouse doorway to the en-suite shows the shower in full view. (Nope.)

The mirror continues the theme of the ceiling angles and there's a long window seat.

Okay, this deck off the primary bedroom is nice.

This is another large bedroom.

These angle-lovin' folks must've had all the mirrors cut to order.

A monolithic column with niches stands in the middle of this bedroom.

The best part is the basement, though, where there's a castle-like feel. Love the walls and the fireplace. I must say that the mason they hired was superior to the carpenter.

This bath is nice and carries through with the castle theme.

The levels and angles continue on the exterior of the home.

Nice big yard. The house is on a .49 acre lot.

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[pageofheartdj]

THEORY TIME

What if Alastor and Lucifer DO know each other. Their reactions at each other are way too quickly judgemental.

While with everyone else Lucifer is nervously polite, with Alastor he is dismissive and disinterested. It can't be JUST because of 'renovations'.

And Alastor too. Lucifer barely stepped in and Alastor already looks pissed off.

'Lucifer threatens his place in the hofel'. Okay but wouldn't he look tense instead of this weird uncovered anger?

When it comes to someone who has equal if not superior position, Alastor holds himself with neutral politeness, not with petty passive-aggressiveness.

But here they passively attack each other and as if knowingly hit where it hurts the most. I've heard that for Alastor's background the 'bellhop' and 'busboy' are insults. Plus the disregard of Alastor's importance that always wounds his ego. While Alastor makes fun of his height and gets all touchy-touchy with Charlie.

So the theory. He is in cahoots with Lilith. They disappeaed at the same time and either she is the one who owns his soul and drags him into her plans, or they are both dealing with the same person. A deal that needs Lilith to be in Heaven and Alastor doing… whatever he is doing(and trying to jump off).

And Lucifer… there is a chance he knows Lilith is in Heaven and why. Or partly knows.

And he most likely did not approve Lilith's plan, but went along with it anyway.

So Lilith is gone now. And Alastor is once again around. And they need to act like they don't know each other not to cause suspision, but don't mind sliping their unresolved anger and frustration at each other like that.

[mikerickson]

Lifting my self-imposed embargo because I'm weird and don't like posting on social media when I'm on vacation.

I'm at a point in my life where I can financially justify at least one international vacation a year and figured I'd finally cross off the Great White North from the bucket list. I'd never been and Andrew hadn't been back in a very long time despite having dual citizenship. Anyways, just got back, and a bullet-point breakdown of the highlights is after the cut:

I wish every international flight was under two hours; EWR to YQB was almost comically fast.

Had my first French conversation with the very nice lady at the car rental counter for about ten minutes. She complemented my pronunciation and grammar, and wished me luck on the trip. Every French interaction after this point was a linguistic battle for my life that I lost (Toutes les Québecois parlent trop vite pour moi).

We had some time to kill before the hotel check-in so we went to a mall in the suburbs just so we'd have a food court with some options. Turns out shopping malls are not only alive and well but fucking thriving in Canada. I haven't seen a mall that packed with people outside of December since the nineties.

Quebec City was very dense with old architecture which made it feel very European. It was also apparently built on a fucking cliff with streets at 60 degree inclines, which also felt very European.

Took a tour of the Quebec Parliament building (beautiful structure), and apparently they used to be bicameral, but voted to abolish their Senate in the 60's and they were the last Canadian province to do so. What a concept.

It's one thing to know on paper that Canada has about 1/8th of the population of the US, but I was not prepared for just how empty the countryside felt. For someone like me, living in the northeast my whole life, the idea that cities in close proximity to each other not having continuous stretches of suburbs and other smaller cities connecting them was completely foreign.

On the highways I kept thinking I was speeding because I'd look down at the dashboard and see the number "100", but 100 km/h is only like 62 mph, which is nothing.

Similarly, I kept getting sticker shock every time I spent money, and kept having to remind myself that $1 CAD was like $0.73 USD while we were there.

It was really cool to see that the complex for the 1976 Montreal Olympics is still maintained and actively used (we stumbled upon a skateboarding competition and I did not feel cool enough to be in that crowd). Sometimes you hear horror stories about Olympic villages bankrupting cities and falling into disuse afterwards, but that's definitely not the case here.

Montreal is apparently known for their local bagel culture, but their bagels have enormous holes in the middle of them, so you have less cross-sectional area for spreads and they don't really work for sandwiches. My faith in NJ/NY bagel superiority remains intact.

Every city we went to had dedicated bike lane infrastructure and young families with kids, but Montreal definitely had the most of both. Tons of parks, too. Simultaneously felt like a larger and smaller city than I was expecting.

Poutine is okay, but I wasn't prepared for the cheese to squeak when you bite into it. Very odd sensation.

The main Parliament building for the federal government in Ottawa (Centre Block) is stunning, but closed; apparently it's been under renovation since 2019 and isn't expected to be reopened until 2032! In the meantime, we took a tour of where the lower House of Commons is currently meeting. We learned that their electoral districts are routinely re-drafted by a non-partisan committee and that they occasionally add new seats to the legislature to account for changes in population. I had to seethe jealously in silence for the rest of the tour.

Also toured their Supreme Court building (way more Art Deco than I was expecting). We learned that there's currently a vacancy because a Justice recently retired because they're required to step down when they turn 75. I had to seethe jealously in silence for the rest of the tour.

Every single city had automatic/self-serve parking garages where you didn't have to interact with a human (which I was very thankful for), but in Ottawa they have this little jingle that the machine sings at you when you take your ticket, which I found very amusing.

On the drive to Toronto we took a quick detour into the Thousand Islands (yes, like the salad dressing) and visited Boldt Castle, which is technically in New York state. After seeing it in practice, the idea of living on your own private island is more appealing than ever.

Toronto feels like an exercise in what happens when a nation's largest city is allowed to grow without being hemmed in by ridiculous geography. As someone who grew up in NYC, this is another concept foreign to me. The GPS did get very tripped up navigating a particularly gnarly interchange however.

Toured the Ontario Legislative Assembly (yet another beautiful building). At this point we were really good at asking tour guides stuff like, "so if happens, do you guys have a plan?" To which they would reply, "well, no, but let's just hope that never happens!"

I now understand why the Great Lakes are effectively freshwater inland seas; you really cannot see the other shore, and Lake Ontario isn't even the biggest one!

YYC to EWR was under an hour. That's definitely going to spoil me for future trips going forward.

[burdigel]

Theories and Headconnans Pt. 12

So this theory is that Hermitcraft season 10 Scar and Secret Life Scar from the Life Series.

This thoery started during Scar's episode of building his nether portal that was equipped with deadly mobs as defense and joke mechanisim as an outlet for his destestment against nether portals. So basically the colour purple is often associated with nether portals and other dimensional portals but what also is associated with purple are the Watchers.

The colour purple dates back to Persian era as a symbol of royalty, suprege and superiority due to the intricate method to extract that colour naturally. And these attributes also fits the characterisitcs shown by the Watchers through canon or agreeded fanon events.

So the nether portal was the way (SL) Scar transported to Hermitcraft through the power of Watcher shenanigans hence the magicial properties and the physics-defying attributes the renovated (overworld) nether portal has. But the position the overworld portal is located suggests that the train has other plans for interdimensional trade but more of an attempt to rediscover the world that brought torture and anguish to his friends.

Another piece of evidence is his interaction with the other members of the Magic Mountain Crew and the mountain itself during the second meeting of the Magic Mountain Crew. During the meeting of excavating the volcano, Grian offered the idea of creating a "boogey situation" that has one person being killed every meeting on magic mountain. Scar (and the other members) encouraged this idea but also contributed the idea of sacrifices. Maybe like a sacrifice to cure some sort of bloodlust from Secret Life.

So maybe (HC 10) Scar is from Secret Life but he may be not but it can also be speculation.

[wolfiafuntime]

About The Cultists I

How some members of The Church of Mondstadt joined the cult, what they did in the cult, and where they went when they were told to leave.

The Brainrot that started it all

Ft. Aether, Albedo, Amber, Barbara, Bennett, Diluc, Diona, Eula, Fischl, Jean, Kaeya, Klee, Lisa, Mika, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria, Sucrose, Venti

Tw: Cults, Children being in cults, Child Abuse

Published: September 3, 2023

Words: 1,704 (1,667 w/o the names)

Pages: 5.1 (4.8 w/o the names)

Aether Via: Was introduced to it by his sister and daughter shortly after waking from a five-year coma. But didn't join until two months later, when he met a third member of the cult; a police officer named Amber. Shortly after joining, he became the one and only mailman for the cult. Or rather, one of the only mailmen, as he prefers to take his daughter with him. Because he doesn't have a car, and it takes a day's walk to get from one compound to another. Was one of the few members that didn't get their own place when everyone was told to disperse. Currently has no job.

Albedo Kriedeprinz: Was introduced to it by his mother's friend Alice, during his college years. Joined shortly after graduating, and after a visit to the Temple of Liyue, he dedicated himself to perfectly recreating Their Grace's appearance. He learned several different forms of art to do so, from crafting stained glass portraits to carving concrete statues. When told to get his own place, he got a two-bedroom suburbian house between his job, a park, and the Church, to make things convenient for him and Klee. Currently works as the Head Forensic Scientist for the Teyvat City Police Department.

Amber Outrider: Was introduced to it by her superiors, Jean and Kaeya, when she was in police training. Joined shortly after her grandfather went missing. She didn't have much to do there, until some teens and kids moved in, which is when she appointed herself as their unofficial PE teacher. A job that she continues after she's commanded to move off-property. She moved into an apartment near the heart of Teyvat City, which she shares with her friend Eula, and Eula's friend Yanfei. Currently works as a patrol officer for the Teyvat City Police Department.

Barbara Pegg: Was introduced to it by her sister Jean, and a nomad named Alice, not long before she became an idol. But didn't officially join until her father found out and kicked her out of the house for "Betraying God". After quite some time there, she became both the Deaconess for the Church, and a nurse for the people living there. Is one of the few that didn't move off the compound when everyone was told to move out. Currently works as an Idol on YouTube.

Bennett: Was introduced to the cult by his childhood friend Barbara, and joined after running away from his abusive foster home. When he's not studying or sparring, he's either wandering the fields that surround the Church, or exploring the distant forest behind it. Due to still being a minor, he never moved out of the Church. Currently has no job.

Diluc Ragnvindr: Was introduced to the cult by his boss, Varka, but didn't join until years later, when the Church of Snezhnaya saved his life. He stayed there for a bit, before discovering that several old friends were members of the Church of Mondstadt. That, combined with the fact that the Church of the first-born was closer to the Dawn Winery than that of the seventh-born, inspired him to move compounds. Sells wine to the cult at a 75% discount. When he was told to get his own place, he simply had a small renovation done to the Dawn Winery and moved in there. Currently works as the CEO of Dawn Winery, and the Restauranteur of a bar named Angels Share.

Diona Katzlein: Was introduced into the cult by Kaeya after he saved her from a fierce winter storm, and joined them shortly after. She was disturbed to learn that the majority of the members drank alcohol, but pleased to learn that none of them were abusive like her dad. She has taken it upon herself to create a drink so disgusting that it would turn her new family away from drinking, but has yet to do so. Due to her age, she never moved off the compound. Currently has no job.

Eula Lawrence: Was introduced to the cult by Amber shortly after becoming a cop, and joined after discovering how geniunely nice a majority of the members were. Teaches the teens how to navigate the wild after noticing them go on multi-day adventures. Gets an apartment for her, Amber and Yanfei to move into in Teyvat City. Currently works as the Captain of Teyvat City's Fourth Precinct.

Fischl Luftschloss-Nerfidort: Was introduced to the cult by Bennett, and joined when she realized that it would surround her with kindred spirits. Was almost overjoyed that they let her crow familiar, Oz, stay with her inside the Church as opposed to outside of it. Often goes on adventures with the other teens, which aid her in remembering tales from her homeworld. Still lives in the Church. Currently has no job.

Jean Gunnhildr: Was introduced to the cult by Varka, but didn't join until after a curropt cop drove her childhood friend away. After joining, she slowly but surely worked her way up to High Priestess of the Church of Mondstadt, and as a reward, became one of the few people in the cult to know who Barbatos was disguised as. Her position as High Priestess gave her permission to stay at the Church when everyone was told to move out, but she decided to get a house in Teyvat's suburbs with Lisa. Currently works as the Deputy Police Chief in Teyvat City.

Kaeya Alberich: Similarly to his brother, he was introduced to the cult by Varka, but didn't join until after Crepus's death, when the Church of Mondstadt saved his life. Out of all the members, he spends the least amount of time on the compound, as he's either busy working, or busy spreading the word of Their Grace. Got himself a one-bedroom apartment when he was told to move out. Currently works as the Captain of Teyvat City's First Precinct.

Klee Hexenzirkl: Was born into and raised by the cult, although it did take her a few years to become an official member, as no one knew what kind of Vision to give her. Spends most of her time creating fun shows for the other members, all of which are loud, colorful, and accidentally destructive. Is the only- if not, then one of the only- members to move out of the Church when the adults received the command. Currently has no job.

Lisa Minci: Was introduced to the cult by her old college classmate, Cyno, but didn't join until after she met and befriended Jean. Is the founder of the Church of Mondstadt's library, and spends her time either managing it, or teaching the teens and kids inside of it. Is currently renting a house in Teyvat City's suburbs with Jean. Currently works as the Head Librarian in the Teyvat City Library.

Mika Schmidtt: Was introduced to the cult by his brother's, Huffman, coworkers back when he was a teen. But he didn't join until after he graduated from police training. His job at the cult is to scout for new members to join, and report all he finds on them to people like Varka and Kaeya. Currently lives in a studio apartment in Teyvat City. Currently works as a patrol officer for the TCPD.

Mona Megistus: Was saved from homelessness by the cult- The Church of Fontain, to be specific- who helped her get back onto her feet. But later moved into the Church of Mondstadt to spare herself from the COF's High Priest. Spends her time predicting either day-to-day events, or bigger, slow-moving ones. Currently lives in a studio apartment in Teyvat City. Currently works as an astrology/zodiac writer for a news company known as The Steambird.

Noelle Maiden: Was introduced to the cult by Jean and Kaeya while at the police academy, but didn't join the cult until she failed her training for the third time in a row. Spends most of her time either cleaning the Church of Mondstadt, or cooking food for her fellow Worshipers. When told to move out, she got herself a job as a full-time nanny for a rich family in Teyvat City. She lives with them in their penthouse.

Razor: Was introduced to the cult when Barbatos and his followers chose their Church of Mondstadt, but didn't join until he befriended Varka and Lisa. Spends his time showing the other teens, and sometimes the children, how to navigate the forest behind the Church. Never moved out because of his age, but technically never moved in, either, as he prefers sleeping in the woods.

Rosaria Church: Was introduced to the cult by Varka, but didn't join until they saved her from a life of crime. She adored the cult's endless kindess to her, and decided to repay it by becoming the first nun of the Church of Mondstadt. But after Morax's disappearance, she was contracted by Varka and Jean to keep the cult safe. Currently still lives in the Church with Barabara and the children.

Sucrose Bio: Was introduced to the cult through Albedo during her college years, but didn't join until after she lost her only two friends. Is constantly trying to invent things to make her fellow Believer's lives easier, or constantly trying to improve the things she's already invented. Is currently living with her coworker, Timaeus, and works as a Forensic Pathologist for the TCPD.

Venti Himmel: Is the first member of Creator's Grace, and was granted the position of Anemo Archon, a vessel of the deceased firstborn, Mondstadt, due to recruiting thirty new members within a month. And is also the only one of the only still-remaining Archons. Prefers to keep his identity secret so he can a) relax more and b) get a closer and more personal look at his follower's lives. As the Archon of the Church of Mondstadt, he was allowed to stay, but decided to move out to keep the appearance of him being 'just another member' up. Is currently living in a homeless shelter, and gains his money by performing street art.

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[jpegoftheweek]

Jpeg Of The Week #1,213 - Green Goat Cafe, a beautiful example of historic restoration going on around Straight Shooter, in The Superior Arts District. Lucky for me, I have a client involving me in documenting it all!

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

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Ao3 SquidgeWorld Word Count: 1,599 For @sjmromanceweek Day Two: Traditions

The noon sun that had provided reprieve from unusually chilly breezes was now setting behind, the dying light painting the forest clearing canary. He and Feyre had set out before lunch, wishing to make the most of their day before heading back to Rosehall.

They’d ridden east, the pool of starlight their first destination, spending hours lapping its surface, then hours more simply resting on its bank, his head in her lap as she painted, occasionally feeding him the boysenberries they’d packed. They started back on their route after she’d finished, her spry hands quickly hiding the painting from his seeking eyes. Later, she’d murmured into the kiss she’d used to distract him.

Tamlin, leaning against the tree he’d tied his horse to, stared at her now. She was still astride, her silken hair glowing burnished gold under the sunset, the strands not tied back falling in her face as she reached to pet her panting horse. The white, brown-spotted mare turned her head basking in the praise after helping Feyre win their impromptu race.

She gave a few final strokes to the mare’s mane before making to get off, and he winnowed to her side, hands reaching to help. Feyre looked down in surprise and smiled at his antics.

Mother, she was beautiful.

“What?” she whispered, cocking her head, blue-gray eyes roaming across his face.

He swung her up and over, arms tightening as he didn’t set her down completely, not wanting her any further away. “You’re beautiful.”

Her smile became mischievous. “So are you, m’lord.”

He decided to play along, resting his forehead on hers. “Oh your beauty is incomparable, my lady. You possess the face of a poet’s muse, the softness of your hair is an owl’s envy.” Tamlin looked down. “Your lips…”

He heard her breath hitch, all traces of mischief dashed as the space between them became heavy with desire.

“My lips?” she prompted, tilting her head as she leaned closer.

Tamlin suddenly thought his actions far superior to words and closed the minute distance between them. They parted when breathing became difficult, and he finally let her down but kept his arms banded around her hips. Feyre beamed up at him, looking every bit the incomparable marvel she was.

“I have a gift for you,” she said.

Tamlin perked up, itching to see what she’d made this year. Their outing was an annual one, a day he always made time for after Feyre had reminisced about a mortal holiday for love, named after a saint of some sort. He’d found it peculiar at first, not understanding why a specific day was needed for love, as if it was not to be celebrated every day. The pure joy on Feyre’s face as she told him how she and her sisters, before misfortune struck their household, would be each other's saint of love for the day, though, was all he needed to make sure she could keep the tradition, the gift giving along with it.

Tamlin’s gift this year had been extending her painting room. He’d noticed the room getting more cramped with completed pieces the times he’d been invited in, whether to model or admire, and had started calculating what it would cost to expand the space. With the Court still in recovery from the five decades of desolation, it was a project Tamlin knew could take years. The seven years of planning, though, had been worth the expression on Feyre’s face when he revealed the renovation at dawn. There were many times he wished he had her talent and ability to visually capture moments, and the sight of her then had been no exception.

Tamlin had been looking forward to her gift since he first saw her mixing her paints. Flora sprung beneath their feet as his magic leaked with his excitement, anthuriums and azaleas covering the ground in a blanket of red and pink. Feyre shook her head and laughed. “You’re so impatient, like a puppy.” Besotted like one, as well, he thought.

She tried to move his arms away and, instinctively, his body refused to budge from hers. “Tam, the painting is in my coat pocket.”

Oh, right.

He released her, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head in slight embarrassment. Verdant eyes watched in hawk-like fashion as Feyre brought out her canvas and magically resized it to its original dimensions — she’d shrunk it when she’d finished the piece; a smaller size allowed ease of movement and concealment. Her hands shook as if in fear and worry spiked Tamlin’s heart. Before he could even move to open his mouth, Feyre quickly turned the painting around, and the sight rendered him speechless.

The background was a setting he’d seen a million times: Rosehall in all its glory. His mother’s gardens were so vivid, that he absentmindedly wondered if Feyre had found a way to seal them on canvas. What truly caught his breath, however, were the five people in the foreground.

Five. He immediately recognized himself and Feyre, both of them were standing as she rested her head on his chest, his left arm around her waist, and his right… His right hand was placed on the shoulder of a girl in the middle of the painting. She looked to be on the edge of adulthood by Fae standards; soft cheeks that were shedding that child-like roundness, the blunt points of her ears that were just starting to form the sharp peaks of mature High Fae ears.

On both sides of her were a boy and girl, who upon further inspection were twins. They were true younglings, their heads barely reaching the older girl’s knees. All three had glaring similarities: golden brown hair, though the boy’s was the darkest of the trio by a shade or two, the older girl and boy’s sparkling blue-gray eyes, while the youngling girl’s were a bright evergreen, and finally the shape of their mouths, a shape he could trace blind.

Tamlin’s head snapped up to Feyre standing resolutely, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Are you-” he rasped, voice suddenly hoarse.

“N- no,” Feyre stammered, “but-”

She cut herself off, and fidgeted, anxiously shuffling her feet. A moment later he felt a brush against his mind, Feyre’s daemati magic kindly asking for entrance. He let her in, knowing she only resorted to mentally speaking when physically overwhelmed. The act had been a crutch before, when they were both horrible at talking to each other and Feyre had found arbitrary conversations far easier. Tamlin thought them past it now, so he knew the severity of her emotions at the moment if Feyre was reverting to old habits.

I’m not pregnant, she started, but I want to be.

Oh, he thought

A month ago, one of my older archery students, Aria, you know them.

He did. Over the last three decades, Feyre had founded monthly art and archery classes that quickly gained enough students to make them daily. She no longer taught as often as she did before but still went every other fortnight or so.

“Yes I do, they’re half-peregryn, right?” Tamlin said aloud, giving Feyre an anchor, an offering back into the real world and away from the corners of her mind.

“They are,” Feyre murmured.

His offer taken, Tamlin used it as an opportunity to take and set aside the painting. He pulled her into his arms as he slowly bid her to sit down with him. Her legs in his lap and head on his shoulder, he waited, slowly brushing her hair with one hand, letting her take her time to keep talking.

“Last month, they came with a child,” Feyre whispered, “their child. And I was hit so hard with this longing , my eyes watered.” Tamlin could imagine it, Aria’s child, Feyre’s sudden at her lack of one, like he was there — Feyre’s magic must not have fully rescinded yet.

At the risk of sounding idiotic, Tamlin asked, “Do you want one? A child that is.” Children, by the looks of it, his mind supplied unhelpfully.

A small nod, and then, “Do you?”

It saddened Tamlin that he could not answer immediately, this request of hers was not one he could fulfill with no hesitation. Tamlin hadn’t the faintest idea on how to raise children, and the only inkling of knowledge being “don’t make them feel unworthy of living” didn’t inspire confidence.

Through the small link between their minds that Feyre still hadn’t severed, Tamlin felt her hopes lowering. He’d been quiet too long.

“I don’t not want them,” he said, then winced. That was as reassuring as a no. “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“New parents usually don’t. It’s always their first time.” She had a point there, and because she knew the first fear that would come to him, she said, “You’d never be like him, you know. Your father.”

“You’re sure?”

She raised her head and turned to face him, eyes holding such emotion he was tempted to ask why she thought of him deserving of such devotion. “I’m sure.”

She shifted to fully sit over his lap, arms coming around to hug him, head back on his shoulder.

“Can I think about it?” he asked.

Feyre nodded vigorously. “It’s only fair, I’ve had a month.”

Tamlin gazed around the clearing, his stallion still tied to a tree and Feyre’s mare lying down in its shade. The sun had set fully, the moon slowly on the rise to take its place. He wrapped his arms around his lady and breathed her in.

“I love you.”

“You’re sure?”

“Thorns and all.”

[sparrowsworkshop]

"Alighting the Darkness" by OneWingedSparrow for @dubiiousfood

This is my Loftwing Letter for @dubiiousfood, for the event hosted by @zelinkcommunity ! I hope you like this TP Zelink fluff! <3 Main Tags: Twilight Princess, Post-Canon, Married Zelink, Fluff without Plot Summary: Following the events of the Twilight, Zelda comes to realize how Link places light wherever she needs it. Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! ~ The populace of Hyrule could perhaps say that they knew a “time before Twilight, and the two times thereafter.” Though most Hyruleans had been unknowingly turned to spirits during the curse over the kingdom, and, were therefore oblivious to the atrocities committed by the Usurper King Zant, they were nevertheless aware enough that, in the past, there had first been a time of grim foreboding; then, a time of great fear; and at last, a grand time where the great fear was graciously extinguished.

Queen Zelda, however, dwelt upon a different timeline. The time before Twilight, and the two times thereafter, mattered not nearly so much as these:

The time before Link, and all time thereafter.

~

She saw her Hero first in his accursed form of a blue-eyed beast; and, even in the darkness cast over the castle, everything about the wolf before her seemed to gleam. The iron shackle clinging to his leg, the grinning fangs escorting his growl, even the artful patterns streaking his dark fur with a lighter shade. A snarling predator stalking into her chamber should not have been a source of encouragement, but Zelda could sense the spirit within the flesh, and her weary eyes smiled faintly under her hood as she watched him stride towards her.

You are the light, she told him within her mind, as she removed her hood and his growling instantly ceased. The foretold, sacred light Hyrule desperately needs.

She beheld in him the Hero chosen by the gods. She foresaw in him the Hero destined to bring Hyrule back into the light, as a careful goatherd would direct his flock out of the storm and safely into shelter. In spite of her gifted Wisdom, however, she did not perceive in him the Hero chosen to guideherback into light as well. Such an epiphany revealed itself only during their future marriage.

~

Rebuilding the castle was a lengthy endeavor. While the structure was not demolished entirely, the brutal clash between Midna’s Fused Shadows and the demon beast Ganon left several stones unthroned. While the construction crews travailed the necessary renovations, the queen and her fiancé spent much time outdoors, in the quiet courtyards where pink and yellow flowers still dared to bloom, ever defiant towards the evil that once shadowed them.

Verily, Zelda might have found superior productivity in her study, where her paperwork was not at risk of being spied on by scouting ants or swept away by the teasing breeze. Even so, she chose to eschew her old habits. Her productivity might have lessened outdoors, but her motivation only increased. After all, how could she not be delighted by the golden-bodied beetles Link presented to her with a flourish, or the merry tunes he played for her on whistlegrass when no one else remained in earshot?

In the courtyard, with his subordinates standing vigil, Link never needed to be on constant guard, to uphold his duty as her appointed protector first and foremost. When they would travel Hyrule, of course, checking in on each province, he shouldered his responsibility with grave focus, standing tall as both the Hero of Twilight and the Captain of the Hylian Knights. But here, under the oak trees and the dappled sunlight, where the windchimes laughed and the stepstones wandered—here, as the beetles spread their wings and buzzed away from his open palms, and the blithe melody of the grass summoned a hawk to cheer a chorus—here, with her, he could be simply Link, grinning and teasing to make her smile even while she worked. It felt quite like a forgotten childhood come back to greet them, Zelda thought, or perhaps a bright tomorrow welcoming them anew.

~

A castle is a fortress first, a sanctuary second, and a home last of all. The larger a window, the more accessible an invader’s point of entry. Thus, many long corridors were illuminated only by braziers, their warmth spaced apart by the ghostly fingers of drafts ever haunting the stone walls. Over her lifetime, Zelda’s eyes grew accustomed to the enclosed dim; Link, however, had a newcomer’s keen eye for all improvements that could be made.

“It’s dark in here,” he said once of their bedchamber, as he scrutinized the curtains and ran his hand over the thick, embroidered fabric. “Does the brown color please you?” “It keeps out the sun,” Zelda replied, but her words suddenly sounded strange. She wrinkled her brow, and, stepping next to Link, reached out, tugging the two curtains away from each other. The day was overcast, but a grayish glow whispered into the room, gracing their boots with a shy, soft brightness.

She glanced at her husband. “How do you feel about ivory?”

~

From that moment onward, Link’s transformations of Zelda’s once dark world became all the more apparent. For the first time, she noticed the multiplication of candles around their dining table—most of them scented cheerfully with pumpkin, transported all the way from Beth’s Sundry. She counted the vases of bright-colored flowers strategically positioned around the Great Hall, like devoted soldiers standing at attention, and knew only one person who would trek so far into the forest to collect such particular, elusive species.

Her favorite of his transformations, however, was when Link commissioned the court artists to paint not a portrait of himself, as most royals would, but rather, a mural of the pastures of Ordona. The grass in the painting practically dripped with morning dew, and the circular horns of the goats glittered like fairy wings; a brilliant dawn broke through the dark woods beyond the flock, and spilling sunshine over the tranquil field.

That vision alone would have rendered the painting wonderful; but Link’s directions went further, and the artists happily delivered.

In the foreground stood a figure, facing the dawning sun—black cloak slipping from her shoulders, while the wind swept through her hair.

“Do you like it?” Link whispered in her ear, the day his surprise was revealed.

Only one thing would I change, she thought at first. Where are you in this lovely story?

Yet, when she turned towards him to ask, fierce, bright blue eyes caught hers, and she saw for a moment in him the wolf who once brought Courage to her gloom.

Enlightened, Zelda smiled.

“Of course,” she said, and cupped his face in her hands, to lose herself in his gaze just as the woman in the painting lost herself in the powerful sun.

You are the light...my light...as always.

~

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Kinda sideways question but do you have some points regarding our lovely ascended? I haven't played D&D before BG3 so i aint that knowledgable regarding vampires in that lore. What powers do you think he has gotten, aside from speaking to the "night", considering He-Who-Will-Always-Be-Killed kinda did speak/order the beasts at his party in his city villa?

I kinda HC'ed him with True Immortality, later evolved Bloodmancy (like in ATLA), the power of the 7007 Souls and the (undoubtly) others following later down the line (huh, maybe he can use "gifts"/"talents" from souls and gift them to his spawn later like in, urgh, Twilight), the power to swallow the sun (way later down the line; growing into new powers takes time. And I like the sun! Astarion, honey, you haven't the sun in that long at least let it stay up there for a few thousand years okay-), charming abilities superior to any spells...By the gods ruling the world has a nice sound to it but it sounds so tedious, no wonder my insert wanted to travel the world first...

Larian has left A!A's lore pretty vague. We only really get what Astarion tells us which, I mean...He's a drama queen and not super reliable as a source of information lol I think Larian wanted to leave alot of his deal to interpretation. I've seen WIDELY different takes on A!A that sound like completely different people. I personally think A!A spends his days sunbathing in his newly renovated castle with his consort, feeding each other grapes n stuff. And doesn't actually use his powers much. He doesn't really need to.

I'd love to know what powers he comes into with time. Because in game he says he's still getting used to his new self. I think apart from the powers mentioned in game, he would have a super hypnotic/intoxicating presence that allows him to manipulate people. I think he shares it with his partner as well. DnD lore isn't very helpful when it comes to A!A. He's a brand new type of being and alot of the rules of vampirism don't apply to him. He's essentially a daywalker with a little spice.

[ask-good-cop-bad-cop]

FAN GUIDE: Firstly, thank you for doing this interview. We know you're a very busy man. Are you working on anything in particular right now? LORD BUSINESS: I have a diverse portfolio of interests including building removal, building renovation, recycling building materials, building design (interior), building design (exterior), urban planning, architecture and world domination.

FG: A man in your position is probably not used to taking orders. How was your experience working with the directors of this movie? LORD BUSINESS: It was very, very collaborative. They submitted their ideas. I took it and we workshopped it for a few days with a bunch of screenwriters and a couple of improv guys I know - you know, comedians mostly and dialogue punch-up guys - and then we put it up in front of a few executive friends of mine... you know, like a black box kind of thing. Plus, I had to let marketing and the music people take a crack at it. Then we recorded that and cut the best stuff together and took that to the suburbs for a few recruit screenings. We assessed the feedback and did another Q&A with our target audience about what they liked and didn't like. And then I came on set and told them what we were going to do.

FG: You're a very rich and powerful man. Why play a villain? Why not use your powers for good? LORD BUSINESS: Well, you know what Nietzsche said about good vs evil?

FG: No... LORD BUSINESS: Oh, well, neither do I... I was looking for a little help.

FG: In one word, can you describe what the perfect world would look like? LORD BUSINESS: Obedience!

FG: Some of your critics have said that you named yourself "Lord" because you have a God complex. Is that true? LORD BUSINESS: No, no, no. It's a family name, from my German ancestors. It means Breadkeeper, Master of the Household, Ruler, Superior and... God.

FG: Did you get many hugs when you were young? LORD BUSINESS: There's a word you used there that I'm not familiar with.

FG: We'll move on... Is there anything you'd like to clear up about yourself, for people who might have the wrong impression of you? LORD BUSINESS: I'm much taller in person.

FG: The fate of the world is in the balance in The LEGO Movie. That sounds like a lot of pressure. How are you coping? LORD BUSINESS: Oh, don't worry about me. I'm taking care of business...

🔸️ An interview from back when the first movie was released. Thought some people might find this interesting, since the Good Cop/Bad Cop routine was in circulation again a few days ago.