youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year ago
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Kinktober Day 16
Day Fifteen | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Seventeen
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Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked
Warnings: Role reversal; period-typical attitudes toward sex; vaginal sex; riding unsafe sex; creampie
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He starts to turn up to your classes midway through October. You’ve seen his picture in the paper, heard the conspiratorial whispers of the enamored co-eds across campus, but you’ve never met the man. 
You notice him right off the bat—it’s impossible not to. If it hadn’t been for the way most of the female students were twisting in their seats to get a look at him, his countenance would’ve given him away. He was dressed far more professionally than your students, and watching you far more closely than any of them were as well. The afternoon sun glinted off of his glasses as he tracked your movement, from walking into the lecture hall, to setting down your briefcase as you greeted your students.
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You’ve nearly forgotten him by the lecture’s end, as your students pack up their things and file out. You focus on getting your scattered notes and attendance sheets together, certain that Jones will trail out with the rest of them. You feel someone watching you as you tuck your notes and attendance into a folder. You glance up, expecting one of your students, but finding him standing there instead. 
“Dr. Jones,” You greet, turning your attention back to your bag. “Is there something that I can help you with?” 
“Brody told me that he’d hired someone else in the history department, but I haven’t had the time to come and get acquainted.” 
“Well, that probably had something to do with your recent excursion to Guatemala.” 
He chuckles softly. “I see my reputation precedes me.” 
“It certainly does.” 
“I just wanted to stop by, say hello…Get a look at the professor that’s been poaching my students.” 
“They probably wouldn’t be so easy to poach if you turned up to more than a third of your lectures during a given semester.” 
You close your satchel, lifting the strap onto your shoulder and straightening up. He searches your face, eyes narrowing slightly behind his frames. 
“Are you headed back to your office?” He asked. “I’d be happy to walk you.”
“Home, actually. I’m done for the day.” 
“Could I drive you?” 
“That’s quite alright, I drove myself here this morning.” 
Jones nods slowly, gaze sweeping curiously over you. 
“Perhaps I could drop by one of your lectures again.” 
“What for?” 
“Fun. I enjoyed it.” 
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about a thing or two.” 
Jones’ lips curled with a smile as he nodded. 
“We’ll see about that.” 
--  
“What was that crack about me missing classes?” 
You throw a surly glare over your shoulder at Indiana as he grins up at you. This was not the plan. 
After a week, Dr. Jones had made it a point to visit at least one of your classes. After a month, you were planning a lecture series together over dinners and drinks. After two months, Jones had managed to talk you into taking a little weekend trip with him—for the sake of the lecture series, of course.
“I'll go on one condition,” You’d warned, pointing firmly at him. 
“I’m listening.” 
“I need to be back by noon on Monday at the latest. I have a lecture at three and I despise missing classes.” 
“...I will do my best.”
“Jones.” 
“Cross my heart, honey.” 
He’d raised his hand and crossed his heart, then raised his right hand and gestured, “Scout’s honor.” 
You’d wanted to be grated by all of it—the smile, the crossing of his heart, his scout’s honor, the way he’d called you honey. But you’d gone into the weekend with a curious new feeling. You didn’t think that Indiana really wanted to get together for lecture notes, you thought that he wanted to, well…
Well, you’d gotten the impression that Indiana may be interested in you—romantically. It was rare that a man like that asked you to drinks just to talk about the legacy of Alexander the Great, or insisted on walking you to your door afterward. 
A weekend away had seemed perfectly in order to kick off the far-less-than-professional side of your relationship. You’d packed your cutest clothes—you'd been excited.
And now rather than snuggling up, you’re following an artifact fencer into a cave in the middle of the Grand Canyon at 3pm on a Monday, dirtying your second favorite outfit, and fighting the urge to sock the grinning fool squarely in the jaw.
“Stifle it, Jones.” 
-- 
You throw the door to your hotel room open, stomping irritatedly inside and reaching back to shove the door shut again. You don’t hear it close, but you do hear the thud of Indiana’s feet behind you. 
“What’s the matter with you?” He asks, shutting the door behind himself. 
“You promised, Jones. Crossed your damn heart, if you even have one.” 
“Wouldya quit pouting? We did a good thing,” Jones argues. “So you missed a class, so what?” 
“It’s the principle of the thing!” You argue, whirling around on him. He’s stunningly close, his brows raised as he watches you. You scowl as he grins amusedly. 
“Why did you invite me out here, anyway, Jones?” You add. Something flickers in his gaze just enough for you to seize on. 
“For the lecture series,” He insists. “Obviously.” 
“Obviously?” You narrow your eyes, stepping toe-to-toe with him. “That’s all?” 
“Why else would I have invited you?” 
“For something like this, perhaps?” You reach out, grasping his cheeks and draw him in. He flails a bit for balance as your lips crash together. He steadies himself as he rests his hands on your hips, sighing softly against them as he uses his grasp to pull you closer. You let him steer you back toward the bed, but before he can push you down, you turn and give Indiana a push. He bounces back onto the mattresses, eyes wide as he peers up at you, his kiss-plumped lips parted in surprise. You smile, straddling his lap as he propped himself up on his elbows. 
“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” He asks, sliding his hands over your thighs. 
“You’ve been giving me orders all afternoon, Jones. It’s time to let me steer.” 
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You watched Indiana’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. He’d hardly taken his eyes off of you as you’d undressed, hardly been able to keep still as you’d climbed onto his lap. Now, his eyelids lowered as you slowly rolled your hips, sliding down onto his cock. 
“C’mon,” He groans. 
“Shut up.” 
“You wanted to steer, but don't know how to drive.”
“We don’t need to floor it. Besides,” You give your hips a little swivel. “I’ve already got the key in the ignition.” 
Indiana growls low in his chest, his head falling back against the pillows as you cast him a wicked grin. You brace your hands on either side of his head, bowing down over him. 
“You’re really not used to this, are you?” You murmurs.
“Don’t get a big head, honey. I’m so used to this it’d make a Parisian courtesan blush.” 
“Not this,” You chuckled, tightening up around him, and grinning as he grips your hips more tightly. “I meant not being in charge.” 
Indiana glares up at you with muted wrath, a deep breath drawing in through his nose. You giggle, leaning back and giving a showy bite to your lip as your hips meet Indiana’s. 
“You aren’t,” You insist as you set a punishingly slow pace. “It’s driving you crazy. Look at that little tick jumping in your jaw.” 
Indiana’s hands raise to grasp your breasts, but you catch hold of his hands, intertwining your fingers and using your full force to pin them up over his head. His arms flex as he presses up against your grip, and you know that Indiana could easily throw you over. You brush your lips against his, then dip closer for a deeper kiss as you begin to grind your hips unhurriedly. Indiana’s lips part beneath yours, his tongue swiping out to brush and tease against yours.
He loses himself in your kisses, letting his straining muscles go slack against the mattress as you screw your hips down against his.  You finally draw back from the kiss, shivering as Indiana leans up, swiping his tongue against your peaked nipple. You sigh, pressing your hips back against his and arching your back to push your breasts into his face. He turns his head, nuzzling the valley of breasts before sucking your other breast between his lips. You reach down, playing with your tingling clit and brushing against the slick base of Indiana’s shaft. 
Your pace begins to falter as your attention is torn between the press of Indiana’s cock and the practiced swipe of your fingers against your own flesh. You gasp softly as the familiar sensation of your orgasm begins sneaking up on you. You let go of Indiana’s other hand and push yourself up, resting your hand on his chest as you pick up your pace. You look down at Indiana and find him watching you closely as you use him for your own pleasure. You curl your fingers, nails digging into Indiana’s chest. He groans, grasping your hips and using the grip to take control of the pace. 
You don’t bother to stop him. You just tip your head back and thumb one of your nipples, cursing as you finally cum. Indiana pushes himself up against you, his chest pressed against yours. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you closer. You can hear the grunts and groans beneath his breath, feel the harsh pants as he grows closer and closer beneath you. Indiana draws you down on top of him again, using his grip on your hips to fuck you through your orgasm. You watch his eyes roll back into his head, his groan choked out as he fills you. your cunt still twitching around him. You sigh softly, snuggling against Indiana’s chest as he calms. You smile as Indiana’s arms curl around your back, keeping you close. 
“...Tell you what,” He mumbles after a moment. “You’re not such a bad driver.” 
You chuckle, rolling off of Indiana and onto your back. 
“I’m flattered.” 
You gaze up at the ceiling as you feel Indiana roll onto your side, watching you closely. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
“How long can I convince you to stay here?” He murmurs.
“In bed?” 
“In Arizona.”
You scoff, turning to look at indiana. 
“You’re kidding.” 
“I’m not.” 
“I’ve got classes tomorrow, Jones.”
“Skip ‘em.” 
You roll your eyes, looking up at the ceiling again. 
“Ridiculous.” 
Indiana reaches out, stroking gently along your arm. 
“You really give a damn,” He comments. His voice is soft, almost stunned. 
“Making fun of me?” 
“No,” Indiana insists. “Hell, I like it.”
"Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about it."
"Giving a damn?"
"Mhm. Teach you how to keep your promises, next."
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vftheflesh · 4 months ago
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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 / CAMILLE HUNTER-CHOI.
𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔
NAME: camille andrea hunter-choi NICKNAMES: cami or cam, occasionally called mom AGE: fifty-five DOB: april 26th GENDER: cis female PRONOUNS: she & her ETHNICITY: 1/2 african-american 1/2 korean-japanese SEXUALITY: lesbian MBTI: esfj ZODIAC: taurus FORMER OCCUPATION: nonprofit ceo POSITION: leader of the mountain sky hotel commune. HEIGHT: five-foot-eight HAIR: dark and curly TATTOOS: bay leaves alongside her right arm, a "j" on the inside of her left wrist, an oak tree on her back, ravens flying on her left bicep NOTABLE CHARACTERISTICS: from her left shoulder up to her jaw and ear she has mildly severe burn scars that have made it hard to hear out of that ear.
𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚
camille isn't wanted - she knows this from a very young age. the hunters are a loveless family built on the bonds of old money and marriages of convenience. she watches her mother's face wilt with age and feels she is the only person who understands how truly miserable everyone is. she's expected to fall in line slotted easily into the lineup of happy, perfectly rich siblings. she spends her summers in ibiza attended by nannies and cousins and then her other seasons in swedish boarding schools. it is not a happy childhood by any length. it drowns in loneliness and she learns very quickly to rely on herself alone. by the time she hits eighteen she's given up any hope of repairing a relationship with her family. she packs up and takes what's left of her trust fund to travel. she spends a year in thailand, another in brazil and then settles back in the city. she becomes the kind of boots-on-the-ground woman she always wanted to be and distances herself from the memory of a rich girl yearning for love. almost like an accident she falls in love. her marriage, whether out of desperation or sheer delusional hope occurs and for twenty-odd years she is a wife. the weight of it rests on her - the idea that maybe she never wanted to be one in the first place. somehow she ends up back in the same gilded cage of wealth she'd been born in. she escapes through work with her nonprofit and spending summers in guatemala building houses and wondering how she ended up here. the affair is a natural consequence of it all - it's brief only half a year at the end of a dying marriage but every request for a divorce is carefully rebuffed and before she can put her foot down the world ends. then it doesn't seem that important anymore. in the early days her home burns down and her wife is gone and she's left with nothing more than the scars. she makes her way to valdez through sheer tenacity and cares for the community like they were her own children. camilla is a tough, but fair leader. she endeavors to hear out every resident of the mountain sky hotel but rules are rules. the decisions she make - no matter how hard - are made to keep everyone safe.
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
many describe camille as warm and maternal. she attempts to lead mountain sky fairly though takes every failure personally and can be discouraged by her own attempts to do good. she has a natural magnetism to her that makes her open to listening and caring. but her pride is stubborn both her failures and her successes she owes to herself. while she never had children of her own she regards many of the members of mountain sky hotel as family. to her, her duty is a protector and a guide - she has no desire to be an almighty ruler rather to work together to create a community everyone can be happy and safe in. she is sometimes blinded by her own idealism - too focused on trying to do the best for everyone that she can't do well for even one person and often defers making harder decisions to her second and third in command. the responsibility of her position weighs incredibly heavy on her and sometimes it's called into question whether she can handle it. she sees things in a very practical manner only focused on long-term goals which occasionally causes lapse in short term necessities.
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3gremlins · 9 months ago
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"el cadejo"
another entry into my mythological creatures coloring pages series (from november)!
Anyway El Cadejo is a folklore that comes from central america (mostly el salvador and guatemala but folklore moves and evolves around places, so there's all sorts of variants on it).
(long post is long)
The myth tells of a spirit that appears in the shape of a large dog like creature with glowing eyes that appears to travelers on the road at night. If the dog is black with glowing red eyes, the traveler is doomed and will be eaten; if the dog is white with blue eyes, they'll have a safe journey. In some versions, there are two dogs- so if the white dog appears while the black dog is upon you, you will be saved (usually you're just SOL if you see the black dog). In other versions, there is only one "dog" and the color/eyes are just determined by how the spirit is feeling that day (if it's calm, it is white with blue eyes, if it's angry, black with red eyes).
Most descriptions of the dog are that it's kind of thin and tall and weird looking for a dog, so I decided to base these on coyotes (specifically the subspecies that are found in central america- they have slighter frames and slightly different features to other subspecies).
They do look like dogs at a glance until you get up close and are like OH NO THAT'S NOT A DOG*. Coyotes are also ambush pack hunters- often you'll see one coyote and it will "lure" you into the rest of the pack which matched up a little bit with some stories of the black dog "luring" travelers to their death (particularly travelers who were incapacitated in some manner).
It's also often described as having long tangles of hair along its back but a naked face- so I gave it a tendril-y mane and sort of a more sunken look to its face with some hints of skull. I wanted the black dog to feel darker but not actually be completely opaque too, so it got a lot of line work whereas the white dog got very little. They still (hopefully) look related. 
For the scene, I really wanted to try and convey an isolated area that's not that far from civilization-almost because you're so close to home, that getting waylaid by something supernatural is THAT much worse.  I also wanted it to be clearly night time but making that fun to color was a weird balance (i might tweak it when i get to the colored in version)- I ended up doing negative space inking with white on the mountains to give a little more texture to them while still keeping it a night scene. I went with the two dogs version mostly just b/c it fit what I wanted with the composition (the fear of "you're so close to home" but the also slight relief of "ah but maybe there's help on the way" and then pair it with the "but will it be in time")
this was actually suggested by my therapist, who is from el salvador and his father would tell him cautionary tales of el cadejo when he was groing up. i've been trying to expand what sorts of folklore i hit for this book (that i have been eternally working on now T.T) and he was telling me how he would have loved as a kid to see more of the tales he grew up with in more mainstream books etc.
(i really want people to feel seen and included in my work but i also don't want to overstep so i've been trying to balance that. Doing the research for this one made me really want to learn spanish b/c i found so many great folklore articles that jstor didn't have the best translations for lol).
*i'm originally from new england where we actually had coyote-wolf hybrids running amok (coywolves) and they are REALLY big and not something you'd want to meet at night when walking your dog (they also will absolutely stalk you/try to bait your dog, and they do eat pets a fair amount) so i was also pulling from that a bit. Most of the coyotes you get in socal and further south are much smaller and not terribly aggressive.
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detectivewoof-a · 6 months ago
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Photo: a person at a book signing table with a matching photo by them
Prey drives were really never a thing for me until the day I realized who he was. 
1980, I think it was. Finally scraped enough money to at least buy a cheeseburger, found a bussing job that didn’t ask too many questions about what I was doing in the US, I had thought I shaken them for good in the streets of Georgia. I had forgotten all about them, honestly, up until I woke up with a shotgun pointed at my face somewhere between Jackson and Atlanta and a bat cracking across my head. 
Funny how that seems to happen a lot to me. 
Woke up in someone’s apartment the next day, some guy and his wife saying they found me but couldn’t find enough ID on me to take me to the hospital. Made sense at the time, all I crossed the border with was a name in my head and a need to escape the ghosts that haunted me back home. My half-broken English probably made my thanks a little strange, but they were nice enough folk. Gave me some food, an ice pack, insisted I stayed until I felt like myself, didn’t really question why he had pamphlets for shelters ready... 
In hindsight, I probably should’ve. In hindsight, sometimes instinct is worth it in the end. 
I wasn’t used to nice, so it bothered me that they were so willing to take me in. And they both had a smell to them that was familiar. He never seemed to stop smelling like burning dirt and copper wires, while her hands held the musk of oleanders.  
I didn’t think much about it until I read one of the pamphlets. Recruitment material, the fucking sun symbol plastered all over it the same as the bodies I left buried back in Guatemala. At the time I didn’t know if it was chance or if they thought they could turn me into a pet like Lydia and Marco but I... made them regret their kindness. 
I still remember her screaming about how they didn’t know they’d find children in the desert. It was funny, because I hadn’t mentioned what happened. A guilty consciousness does make memories a little clearer, it seems.  
They were easy to cut a deal with. They promised to supply me with anything I needed, that even their family would supply me without question. Anything to clear their minds about the children that cried for their parents on that day.  
They were more than willing to sell out their own generations to escape their hell on Earth. Admittedly, I probably enjoy it a bit more than I should.  
Even the boy was taught quickly. His forgeries were honestly better than the fucking fangs that gave me the papers in the first place. He’s skittish about the whole arrangement, which is good. I know he always wants to mention how he has nothing to do with whatever vendetta I have against his parents, but I know him well enough to know he wouldn’t dare. I know he’s hiding their location from me for that reason, taking their punishment upon himself. 
But between you and me? If he knew what they did? He’d ask the Soul-Guide personally to lead them to the deepest corners of the Underworld. 
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momentsbeforemass · 2 years ago
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What motivates you?
(by request, my homily from Sunday)
I’d like to talk with you today about what motivates you.
In today’s Gospel, Jesus warns His followers not to be terrified, to not live in fear. Why?
In Jesus’ time, Roman-occupied Judea was a bomb. Waiting to explode.
The Jewish people were looking for the next King David, the next Judah the Maccabee to lead a rebellion against Rome. All they needed was someone to rally them and the revolution would be on.
Jesus knows what’s coming their way. So does everyone else. It’s that obvious. And they have a lot of reasons to live in fear.
Because it’s going to get worse. A lot worse. They will get their rebellion against Rome. And it will end horribly – one hundred thousand people will die and the Temple itself will be destroyed – when Rome has finally had enough.
In the face of that, Jesus doesn’t tell them to stockpile weapons or pack a bug out bag. He doesn’t tell them to get a second passport. Instead, Jesus tells them – not to live in fear.
And you’re thinking, “Wasn’t the Temple was destroyed in 70 AD? The last time I checked, we were a few years past that. Thanks for the history lesson. But this doesn’t really apply to me.”
Actually, the Church Fathers like to point out that what Jesus is telling people to not be terrified by – is pretty normal stuff.
Jesus’ list of “wars, insurrections, earthquakes, famine, plagues?” As St. Augustine puts it, this is the “common condition of nations.”
And he’s right. Look at the news. There’s a war in Ukraine. There are insurrections in Hong Kong and Iran. In the last few weeks we’ve had major earthquakes in Indonesia, the Philippines, Mexico, Guatemala, and elsewhere.
Closer to home, the drought that’s drying up the Mississippi is already driving up food prices and will get even worse if we don’t have a really wet winter. And for plagues? We all know the answer to that one.
Which means that Jesus’ warning doesn’t have an expiration date. So what exactly is Jesus trying to tell us?
Jesus is trying to tell us to be careful about what we focus on, about what we let in. Because if we focus on the things that terrify us, if we let in things that fill us with fear, that’s what will motivate us. And we will be deceived.
As you know, there are people who are happy to deceive us. There are multi-billion-dollar businesses built on deceiving us. If you and I live in fear? We will be easy to deceive.
With so many people in the business of selling fear – and anger, which is just a secondary emotion that grows out of fear. With so many people mindlessly repeating that stuff on social media, it’s hard for us not to be afraid.
Is there anything you and I can do? How do we respond?
We respond by choosing what we let in. By being intentional about what gets into us – to motivate us.
And it starts by choosing to let in the simple, basic baptismal call of every Christian. To reflect the love of Christ poured out for us. The love that our hearts are filled with. The love that keeps our hearts beating.
To let that love motivate us, in everything that we do.
What does that even mean? It means to be intentional about what you let in. To recognize that what you let into you - will become what motivates you. And to choose only those things that will motivate you to be who God made you to be.
Starting with the love of Christ. And coming back to the love of Christ. Over and over. Day by day. Hour by hour.
Judging everything else you let in by the love of Christ, and your high calling to reflect the love of Christ. And intentionally rejecting anything that does not reflect the Love that made you.
What does that look like in practice?
One of the people it looks like is St. Frances Xavier Cabrini. Mother Cabrini.
And you’re thinking, “That’s an impossible standard. She founded the Missionary Sisters of the Sacred Heart. She started 67 different institutions – schools, hospitals, orphanages – only the great saints do stuff like that.”
Before she was a saint. Before she ever founded anything. Before she was Mother Cabrini. Before she was a nun.
She was Maria Francesca Cabrini. The youngest of 13 children on a small farm in northern Italy.
She was inspired by the sisters who taught her at the little school in her village. So she studied to become a grade school teacher and got her teaching certificate.
But she didn’t start out with the grand and the glorious. Actually, she didn’t even get to start out teaching third graders full-time.
She had to balance her career with her parents’ failing health. So she worked part-time as a substitute teacher, while she took care of her mom and dad.
The key to it all – and why Maria became who she became – is how she did it.
She didn’t do it resentfully, begrudging her parents for holding back, from keeping her from being a teacher. She didn’t do it in fear, wondering what would happen to her after her parents died.
She let herself be motivated by the love of Christ poured out for her, the same love that’s poured out for you and for me.
She let herself be motivated by the love that her heart was filled with, the same love that your heart and my heart is filled with.
What separates Maria from the rest of us, why she eventually became Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini, is that she worked to keep her focus on the love of Christ.
This wasn’t a one and done for her. She kept coming back to the love of Christ in prayer. Over and over. Day by day. Hour by hour.
Hers was not a breakthrough followed by perfection but a lifetime of dogged persistence. Coming back to God again and again. Because of that, God moved in her and through her to do all of the things that we think of, when we think of her as a saint.
What separates Maria from the rest of us, is that she judged everything else that she let in by the love of Christ, and by her high calling to reflect the love of Christ. She intentionally rejected anything that did not reflect the Love that made her.
We see it in one of the prayers that she composed for herself, rejecting by name the things in her that did not reflect that Love. It goes like this:
Fortify me with the grace of Your Holy Spirit and give Your peace to my soul that I may be free from all needless anxiety, solicitude and worry. Help me to desire always that which is pleasing and acceptable to You so that Your will may be my will. Amen.
That is how you and I do it.
Take this prayer of Mother Cabrini. Go to the first sentence of her prayer, to the underlined words. Those are the things that Mother Cabrini saw in herself that did not reflect the love of Christ.
Replace hers with yours. Instead of anxiety and worry, maybe yours are anger or fear, maybe doubt or loneliness, maybe envy or pride.
You don’t have to tell anyone, this is between you and God. But do it.
Whatever they are, name the things in you that do not reflect the love of Christ. Name the things in you that do not reflect your high calling to reflect the love of Christ.
Then pray this prayer, your version of her prayer. Over and over. Day by day. Hour by hour.
And watch as God moves in you and through you in ways you would never imagine.
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tipssupports · 11 months ago
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INTRODUCTION
My name is Marco Rodriguez actually I’m the Owner of a Company that Import from China footwear or Comfortable lady shoes that distribute in Guatemala. I’m also like a Sells Manager, with more the twenty-five years of knowledge of the business for this product, I consider myself a person who can suggest how to import merchandise from China.
I love the sales area, and I know that is the best way to grow the Company business.
Import of China, isn’t complicate: Just you need to pay attention to know it works.
This is the reason why I created a guide to help you avoid financial risk of people.
Remember, the Chinese Business are honorable people, and is very important they feel good, but you have to ask to make sure.
You know, You can ask for Supplier that put a logo on your packaging box and product, as well as make changes to a product you like until you get it just the way you like.
This is a little guide, but increase it on what you follow knowing the process.
Below you will find this guide, I hope it will be the star of your own business.
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1 GUARANTEE TRADE BY ALIBABA
It’s the secure payment method that Alibaba offers you as an intermediary. It consists of paying your chosen supplier, even up to the moment the product arrives on time and in the quality requested.
ALIBABA will refund your money as long as the supplier doesn’t comply with the conditions you require.  make sure that the quotation that the supplier gave you specifies the product, colors, price, sizes, quality of materials, special specifications such as markings on the product as well as on the packing box, shipping cost charge, etc. that you make sure that your supplier uses the Trade Assurance program.
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2 DO NOT BUY TRADEMARKS
Don’t ask your supplier to manufacture products with already registered trademarks if you don’t have the legal representation to trade them.  Your supplier will manufacture them, but you will have a huge economic problem when the authorities don’t allow the merchandise to enter your country.
3. GOLD SUPPLIER STATUS
Register on ALIBABA with your email and password and log in to Verified Supplier, look for Gold Supplier Specifications in Basic Profile, where it’s Business License and Ownership Status; Contact Information, Company/Factory Location.  The Gold Suppliers that they pay an annual membership fee to ALIBABA. They are showing seriousness and the risk that they are scammers is diminished.
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4. CHECK HOW LONG HAVE BEEN WORKING WITH ALIBABA
Check the number of years the supplier has been working with ALIBABA, the more years, lower will be the risk.
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5. MAKE SURE THAT COMPANIES HAVE ASSESSED SUPPLIER (EVALUATED SUPPLIER)
Check that production capacity, certifications, etc., is a much broader verification of the supplier, so it’s important to work with Gold Suppliers that at least have a more rigorous verification.
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6. SUPPLIER'S PARTICIPATION IN TRADE SHOWS
In the Supplier's Company profile, you can check which international fairs or events the supplier has participated.  In this section photos of the events are included. This gives us much more peace of mind.
7. SUPPLIER'S TRANSACTION LEVEL
This is measured based on icons that are placed in the form of diamonds.  The more diamonds they have, the more confidence they must do business with the supplier.
When you log into your supplier's portal (on ALIBABA) you can also review the transaction history by year and by country or region.
8. THE SAMPLE
It’s very important that Supplier sends you a physical sample so that you can see if it meets your requirements and, that a sample is also sent to your purchasing agent in China, so that he can inspect if it meets your requirements.
9. PAYMENT REQUEST FROM THE SUPPLIER
This requirement is made through ALIBABA portal. If it is a supplier with whom you haven’t had a business relationship, do not deposit without the intervention of ALIBABA because this is your best guarantee.  In this payment request, the supplier must include a file with all the specifications of the product, which you have already reviewed and agreed to when you received the physical sample.  If the supplier doesn’t include these specifications, don’t make the payment. It’s also very important that the negotiation is done with FOB price, which determines that the supplier is obliged to send the goods already packed to the port. If you negotiate with CIF value you must coordinate the reception of your merchandise in the warehouses of your supplier and take it to the port, which will generate a cost to you.
10. PAYMENT ADVANCE
The payments are generally divided into 30% first (indicated in the previous paragraph) and 70% when the product is ready to be shipped.
Way to do it: through ALIBABA (I recommend you do it by bank transfer) do not do it by credit card because the cost is very high. When you make the payment advance, tell your supplier that you will send an inspection agent to review the production process of your order and review the final process, this is done before making the second payment.
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11. IMPORTANT DOCUMENTATION
The Supplier must send you by email the following documents:
COMMERCIAL INVOICE
PACKING LIST
CERTIFICATE OF ORIGIN
12. RECEIVE THE PRODUCT: To ensure the smooth nationalization of your product, it is important to hire the services of a customs broker. You should also establish the payment of taxes and the percentage of fees to be paid to the broker. It is recommended to inspect the product thoroughly upon arrival. If any issues are found, document them with photos and promptly contact your purchasing agent to communicate with the supplier, or contact the supplier directly
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whyweseek · 1 year ago
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Early morning eruption of the Fuego Volcano in Guatemala.
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ggsworldstory · 1 year ago
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Chapter 2 Act 5: Hotel Havoc
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With GG’s latest plan having been a success (somewhat), the search for the rest of the rogue’s gallery and to clear Terry’s name was on harder than ever and with a simple description of their next target, He knew just where to go
“Well, I’ll hand it to you” Terry said “this is the most obvious choice” as the duo stepped into the borders of Guatemala city,
"Now, let’s get going!" GG shouted aloud as the duo began to wander about the place
Unfortunately, they didn't notice a row skulls lined up on one of the shop's display, most were decorative, but one was listening, it's eyes glowed as it hopped to a walkie-talkie and relayed the information it heard to the person on the other side
atop a high building,the sombrero and mask wearing Bounty hunter, Emelia Esqueleto was staking out the city, when she suddenly heard a chattering of teeth over her walkie-talkie 
"Dios mio!" She responded to the Skull's warning "Wally was right, and that's a first, they really are after us!" With another bout of chatter, the skull responded "not to worry, I have a plan…" 
"How will they understand you? Just keep your walkie talkie discreet and I'll do the talking"
"No, Hierba won't recognize my voice, i'll make sure to use a filter"
"How I can understand you? por el amor de Dios, you're always such a nitpicker, Jeremy"
Meanwhile, they duo searched and searched hard
They searched the streets, the parks, on the bridges, below the bridges, in the restaurants (after eating in them), they left not one stone, rock, or pebble unturned!
By the end of their search, night had fallen
"Geez, we must've looked through at least half this country" GG remarked in exhaustion 
"What?" Terry replied "no, we've only done this one city"
"Oh, well we'd best get going with the rest"
"You're joking, look at you, you're clearly exhausted!" 
"Nonsense, I could do this all day!"
"You did!"
"AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!"
"No, we’re gonna get a hotel before you nod off on the concrete” Terry said as he began dragging GG around, trying to find someplace to stay, when suddenly the duo were approached by a hooded figure
“Hola! I couldn’t help but overhear you on the lookout for a place to stay, why not check in to ‘No es una trampa casa’?” they enthusiastically announced “We’re sure you’ll enjoy our luxuries, especially considering we’re the only hotel open for miles!”
The figure said this while giving a deathly glare to another hotel manager across the street, prompting them to back away from turning the ‘closed’ sign over
“So what d’ya say?”
“Sure” Terry said without hesitation as the figure led the two inside, they walked through the resort’s many corridors, it was packed with various restaurants, gift shops, even an exotic chocolate shop
Soon enough, they found themselves to their room, “well, sleep tight!” the figure said, closing the door
With a yawn, GG announced “Y’know, I said I wanted to keep searching, but seeing that soft bed simply calling my name, I gotta admit-”
“We can’t sleep” Terry retorted
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN’T”
“C’mon, you think I didn’t see through that crappy disguise? I could easily see the skull through that hood”
“Oh, right, disguise… that means they're here somewhere! Ugh, I’m so tired though, lemme just get some- where’s the coffee? DID THEY TAKE THE COFFEE POT!?”
“Don’t worry, there’s gotta be some more somewhere, you pick yourself up, then we’ll meet up”
“Alright, sounds like a plan”
“Oh and be careful, Emelia’s Skeletons are bound to be all over”
“Yeah, sure, skeletons… WAIT, WHAT!?” 
GG’s shock wouldn’t be answered as Terry left the room, to begin his search
Meanwhile, watching through the eyes of the room’s painting, Emelia saw the two leave the room “They’re still on to us, but they’ve split up, it’s now or never” she said as she strummed her guitar, prompting one of her skeletal allies to hand her her signature weapon, a shining, sharp rapier
GG, meanwhile groggily meandered about the resort, looking for something to wake him up, until he remembered something that made his eyes light up
“S’pose I got time to check out that chocolate shop” he thought out loud, rubbing his hands together, excitedly
A few of Emelia’s skeletons caught wind of the boy’s remarks and snuck out to the back of the shop to prepare for an ambush, just as GG entered through the front
The boy begun to parooze the shelves, marveling at the sheer variety of chocolate in one place, one in particular caught his eye
“Chocolate covered coffee beans? Sweet, kill two birds with one stone!” 
The skeletons tried to sneak up from around the corner, only to quickly hide back as GG looked over his shoulder, though he only did so to check if any staff were watching him, “hmm, seems pretty empty… guess I could sneak a quick taste test” GG said as he licked his lips and peeled back the candy’s wrapper, seeing as he was distracted, the skeletons once more continued their pursuit, one taking his left and the other his right, they got close enough and readied themselves to strike!
Then GG took a bite, any grogginess in his eyes vanished instantly, he had such a spike in energy, he couldn’t help but throw back his arms with a loud “Woo!” unknowingly knocking out the skeletons behind him, turning his head and seeing the boney foes he’d just taken out, he suddenly remembered, “Right, Terry!” he then froze, having heard yet more skeletal clatter, turning around to see the skeletons had reassembled themselves, “hey…” GG fearfully murmured as he attempted to back away, “why don’t we settle this over some… Pocket ash!” as he threw out his hand and launched a blast of smoke and ash, right into the skeleton’s eyes!
Or, lack thereof, seeing as how neither so much as flinched at GG’s attack
GG saw his plan wasn’t going to work, quickly pocketed a handful of beans and dashed off to look for his partner
Terry meanwhile, was vigilant as ever as he searched the resort, “Emelia! Emelia, where are you!?” he cried out, constantly checking over his shoulder, soon he heard a subtle strum of a guitar, suddenly a horde of skeletons surrounded Terry and rushed to ambush him! But Terry quickly jet-packed high up, the skeletons all crashed into one another with their remains scattered all over the floor
“Show yourself, I know all your tricks!” Terry exclaimed
“Well that’s the thing, hierba” Emelia announced before quickly descending from her hiding spot on the ceiling and puncturing his fuel tank with her sword and with a few quick strums of her guitar, the scattered bones on the floor came together, forming a skeletal cage around the cowboy, “I’m always getting new ones” Terry tried to reach into his pack’s storage, but it was empty!
“Looking for this?” Emelia asked mockingly, holding a second guitar from the music shop, before she smashed it on the ground
 “I’m telling you, I’m innocent!”
“And why should I believe you?”
“Why do you believe him!?”
“The Director may be a mierda leader, but what happened that day was undeniable,and if you think you or your little accomplice are going to walk out scott-free, you’re dead wrong. Speaking of which, where is- ”
“Terry!” GG yelped as he stood at the end of the corridor
“Ah, how convenient, you must be the sidekick I’ve heard so much about”
“Sidekick?! Oh, you’re lucky I can’t kill you”
“Well unfortunately I can’t either, will you be doing this the easy way or the hard way?”
“Yeah, are you gonna tell me what you know about Terry’s framing, or am I gonna have to pound you into a tamale?”
“Hmmph, the hard way it is…” Emelia proceeded to grab her extra sword and toss it right by GG’s feet, “pick it up” she said
“You’re… giving me a weapon?”
“I’m not above a fair fight, pequeño”
“Huh, well I am!” GG shouted as he charged quickly with a lightning dash, intending to catch her by surprise by running and slashing her as quick as possible, but to his shock, Emelia’s sword instantly blocked GG’s attempted blow “no, I don’t think you are” she retorted as she knocked GG back onto the ground, GG quickly jumped back up and wildly flailed his sword at Emelia, but she clashed back at every last slash with little effort, no matter what he tried, until GG started feeling winded
“Had enough, little toppat?” Emelia snickered, approaching the boy
“No…” GG said between tired breaths, “I got one more trick up my sleeve…" he announced before taking a pause, much to Emelia’s anticipation
Then he proceeded to run away, but the skeleton’s quickly reacted and swarmed the boy, he tried to fight back with his flames, but no matter what, they would always quickly reform
“GG!” Terry yelled, “You just need a g-” he tried to speak was interrupted as one of the skeleton’s arms covered his mouth
With this knowledge (or lack thereof), GG ran as fast as he could, as he broke out of the swarm “ok, ok” he thought to himself “what was he gonna say? g… g…” he continually tried to figure it out as the horde of skeletons chased him,while they couldn’t quite keep up with him, they’d toss their various limbs at the boy with shocking accuracy,  until he passed by the resort’s bakery and read one of the signs “galletas, that’s it!” he yelped as he ran in and grabbed every galleta his arms could carry before jumping out and throwing them at the army like ninja stars!
He kept throwing and throwing until he realized, this wasn’t working and the only reason Emelia and her army were not charging was because they were in shock at his sheer stupidity
And with a few strums at her guitar, the chase was back on track as GG would repeatedly make pit stops to throw whatever he could think of at them, globes, guacamole, gatos (well porcelain ones anyway) but nothing worked
Soon enough, the chase lead the two parties inside a music store “nowhere to run now!” Emelia arrogantly cried as GG was backed into a corner, his hands thrown back in fear, the skeletons stepping steadily forward, his back against the wall, his arms flailing rapidly in fear
Until, by accident, he strummed one of the guitars hung on the wall, the skeletons lurched back at the sound, GG stood, confused as to what just happened, quickly, Emelia gave a couple more strums and they charged again
GG once more took a pluck of the instrument’s strings and they flinched backwards once more, he figured it out, a smile spread across his face as he grabbed the guitar off the wall and strummed like no tomorrow! It didn’t sound anything like what a sane person would call music, but that didn’t matter as the skeletons were repelled by the sounds, Emelia saw this and jumped into action, rushing at GG with her sword, the boy quickly dashed away, hopping to and fro as he plucked and strummed all across the shop, soon Emelia stopped and once more began to play her guitar, her strums getting stronger, tempo faster, music louder and slowly the skeletons had begun to overpower the influence of GG’s relentless plucking, it seemed he was placed back in the same position he was before
But then, he reached into his pockets, and chowed down on the chocolate covered coffee beans he had been saving, instantly his energy spiked as he used his electricity to amp up his guitar playing,but Emelia was not ready to give up, holding and playing her guitar in one hand and grabbing her sword in the other, she once more charged at the toppat, GG followed suit and they slashed once more
Emelia was shocked to find her guitar’s strings were all slashed and her sword was reduced to just a hilt! She turned back to GG to find him with a smug face, still strumming as he blew out the flame at his fingertip, and unleashing another round of pocket ash into her eyes!
At this moment, she couldn’t see, she could only hear the music get closer and closer as GG approached, then her sight returned and she found GG, standing in front of her and then he hit her over the head with his guitar!
By the time Emelia came to, she was tied up, Terry was free and her army was gone “have a good sleep?” GG asked “now, answers”
“Fine, you want the truth? I’ll tell you, on that day, I was walking down the hall when I heard a loud bang, it still rings in my ears to this day and when I went to check, our leader’s body was lifeless on the floor, next to HIS smoking revolver!”
“That could’ve been anyone using it!” GG retorted
“Hmmph, a likely story,” Emelia scowled,turning to Terry “you snapped, didn’t you, got tired of being the little runt and decided to take to the top by force? Well guess what, you can kill all you want, you can try to run from every last one of your problems, but you’ll always be nothing more than a pequeño hierba!”
At that moment, she reached from behind, giving a little strum to a guitar behind her. All of a sudden a cavalcade of skeletal hands reached from the ground, dragging her through the dirt to make her mistake. GG ran and tried to grab her, but it was too late…
“Dammit!” GG yelled before sighing in disappointment and turning to the cowboy “Terry, be honest with me?” 
“About what?”
“Are you sure the rogues ever really cared about you…?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, all this talk of them hating you, barely hesitating to put the blame on you with barely any evidence, it’s just all a buncha bad signs to me…”
“Look, I know it’s a lot, but there were… some good times, if I could just clear my name… look, it’ll be fine, alright? For now, let’s get some sleep, you must be real tired”
“yeah…I guess”
And so, the duo returned to the room to doze off, in GG’s mind, doubts may have floated about his brain, but for the sake of Terry, he’d stay optimistic to the very end!
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[Epilogue]
“Yes yes, I couldn’t ask for a better backstage!” The director shouted as he shoved the trio of Lights, Camera, and action out of their meeting hall
Seeing another of their ideas be dismissed without hesitation, Lights started to droop their head down 
“Hey, hey!” Action intervened “What we’ve gots is great! So what if that bozo doesn’t wanna listen, once it’s done they’re gonna have their socks rocked off!”
At that moment, both Lights and Camera instantly perked up, much to Action’s delight
“Yeah, that's what I loves to see! Now, what’s the next step? Action announced, turning back to Lights, who responded simply by holding a finger up
“Ah, need some time to think? Take ya time, buddy!” Lights gave a thumbs up as they retreated to their room and opened their laptop, opening their email and sent out a message, within minutes they received a reply
“Sounds to me, you’ve got all your materials in order, you just gotta put 'em’ together, trust me, you stick with it and you and your little menagerie will be on top in no time!”
After reading this, Lights closed his Laptop and returned to the group
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arch-whatscanon · 1 year ago
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@snaptwice asked : Meta + Emma and losing her family @thrillor asked : [META] + emma & starting a family
i'm combining both of these metas into one because they're really connected along the same path, and i feel like bringing up one brings up the other down the road. so, bre and sof, i hope you don't mind sharing for a hot sec.
loss is something that's been a part of emma's life for as long as she can remember. it started small, as many kids' do, with little pets. a goldfish that lived its good little life. a hamster that "ran away." those are the kind of losses that last a few days and then you move forward. but the shell shaking loss, the kind of loss that emma is still grieving and processing, hit her at an age that is far too young to ever should.
emma was eight when she lost her parents. and the phrase is absolutely right - you are never promised tomorrow. hell, she knows you aren't promised the next hour after that. it had been a completely boring and mundane day in the perkins household. emma and jane had spent most of it in the backyard - emma climbing the old oak tree and jane reading a book on the perch for the slide of their swingset their dad had built while ben, the aforementioned father, mowed the lawn with the shitty push mower that he was always tinkering with but never refused to give up. she remembers that her mom brought them all lemonade an hour before they went inside and enjoyed what would be one last meal together - her mom's crockpot ham, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. emma's not much of a cook, by any means, but that's one meal she'll whip together in a time where the grief is a little too loud.
that night, after dinner was finished, baths were taken, and everyone was nestled in their beds, something must have popped in the breaker box. that's what the fire investigator later ruled, at least. emma still remembers holding onto her dad's hand as he guided them through a curtain of smoke that causing her eye and lungs to burn. she remembers her dad letting go of her hand once they reached the sidewalk out front, and how she yelled for him when he promised he'd be right back and disappeared into the house to get their mom. she remembered standing there beside jane, shivering in her power rangers pajama set before she heard a loud crash as the house caved in and the flames grew angrier.
she spent several years after that trying to numb her thoughts. she found that in growing weed, and in turn, found a passion for growing her own versus buying whatever the hell was on the streets. and she was good at it. it got her in trouble at school once, but she never stopped growing weed in her closet and never stopped dreaming about buying herself a big enough patch of land to not have to hunch over these plants every day.
the second she graduated, she knew she wasn't going immediately to college. she packed her bags and ended up in guatemala, where she worked on a few farms and taught english to the occupants in turn for rent and food. she loved guatemala, but she was also pushing away the realities at home. jane called her about her engagement to tom. she congratulated her. she called about holidays. ah, sorry. not gonna be able to fly home this time. she called about the wedding. her pregnancy. tim's birth. emma missed every milestone in her big sister's life because running away from it was easier than facing the grief that emma never healthily processed.
and then one day, tom was calling her, his voice blank and (understandably) bitter. jane's dead.
the news was enough to turn emma's world upside down. she finally booked her ticket home and was back in the place that had taken one last thing from her. she had never felt more lonely in her life . . . but she couldn't find herself leaving. so, she enrolled in the community college to take some business classes to keep herself busy, and she got a job at beanie's to keep a roof over her head. it wasn't meant to be long-term, but two years later, she was steadily keeping at it.
then, another fear entered emma's life out of nowhere.
ted spankoffski was supposed to just be a fun time kind of guy. she was . . . emotionally fucked, to say the least. maybe emma was fucking cursed. everyone she knew and loved died in horrific, unexpected circumstances, so why should she get attached? it's why she couldn't get attached to paul or any other person she tried to date. but here was ted. long-limbed, foul-mouthed, her cynical soulmate.
someone had entered those broken corners of her heart beyond her control, and it terrifies her. she doesn't know how she can take another loss, but it's due time isn't it? right when she's up, it's time for life to knock her on her ass.
emma loves ted. all of the grief and extra love that's been ripped from her? she pours it into him. she's never considered kids, but with him? dear god, she wants it all. she wants kids and their big farmhouse and the pot farm. and seeing him run around the property with their kids hanging off of him? she's never felt more connected to her mom. she's never missed her parents more, but after thirty years, she feels like she's finally at peace.
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have you ever heard of devil like me by rainbow kitten surprise ? well, it describes AGUSTIN BAEZA to a tee ! the forty-three year old novelist + paranormal investigator was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last  sunday, do you know him ? would you say he is more closed off or more empathetic instead? anyway, he reminds me of a half-empty jar of instant coffee with a stained spoon balanced on the lid , a tangled rosary in a small, glass catch-all bowl by the door that’s buried under keys and spare change and pocket lint , a typewriter and an ashtray on a cluttered dinette table covered in junk mail , a rusted tin box full of old photos and polaroids dating back decades. maybe you’ll bump into him soon !
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STATS.
name: agustin santiago baeza ( birth name ) / santiago flores ( pen name ) gender & pronouns: cisgender male / he + him orientation: panromantic pansexual age: forty-three date of birth: 13 october, 1979 zodiac: ☼ libra ☽ pisces ↑ sagittarius occupation: horror novelist + paranormal investigator positive traits: pragmatic + articulate + empathetic + adaptable negative traits: secretive + melancholy + sardonic + critical
HISTORY.
 agustin packed up all of his notebooks and journals in a duffel bag with a toothbrush and a few pairs of clothes and left his home and his life behind the day he turned eighteen with no destination in mind other than somewhere else. he doesn’t talk much about the life he left back in los angeles, but you’ll hear him mention in interviews that he wouldn’t have made it where he was today if he hadn’t run away, left his parents, his family behind. he backpacked around from city to city on the west coast for a few months before he ran out of money; then he opted to try to join the peace corps, and when his application was denied, he sought out other volunteer opportunities that might allow him to travel and to try and do good, to make the world better. at the encouragement of a friend he’d made by chance when he left los angeles, agustin found himself at a wildlife rehabilitation center and reserve in guatemala. he spent several years there, engaging with the community and working with a team to protect guatemalan rainforests and the animals in them. 
during his stay in guatemala, agustin wrote his first full novel, a creature horror and psychological thriller inspired by stories he used to read when he was younger. he was twenty-four when he returned to the united states and met with a publisher who told him that he had potential but needed refinement. a fair point, he had to admit; he didn’t have a formal education beyond high school, only what he’d picked up from the many books he’d read over the years, but he wanted to write. he loved his volunteer work, but that wasn’t his passion, it wasn’t what fueled him. so he went back to school on a scholarship for his philanthropic work, to study the art of writing and literature.
agustin wrote while he was enrolled in university; his education was paid for, but to make ends meet as far as living expenses, he published a series of rather adult fantasy romance novels — an easier market to get into, he quickly learned, and a lucrative enough one if you knew what you were doing ( and he did, apparently ) — that still have a following to this day. if you happen to follow him on social media or attend a book signing, you’ll notice he doesn’t often bring up his spicier literary phase, but there are still fans who will show up with a copy of crushed crimson looking for an autograph.
it wasn’t until after he graduated that agustin had the time to devote to working on horror again, but he fell back into the genre as swiftly as if he’d never left. this time around ( and with his slightly off-center from mainstream success ) it wasn’t difficult to land a publisher, and after reworking and releasing his first novel, he found success with a horror trilogy that landed him on the new york times’ best-seller list and won him several awards and accolades. he’s since published countless others and developed an almost cult-like following of fans who look forward to his releases and who he frequently tries to engage with online ( even if he does use social media like a dad )
agustin has also tried to use his success and online presence to further a cause close to his heart, wildlife preservation in south america. he formed his own non-profit charity organization to raise awareness and funds for the rain forests, specifically in guatemala, but as of now they’ve helped raise money for several south american countries. he’s done fundraisers and raffles with gifts for fans including one-on-one time with him and collaborated with other authors on the project as well.
in recent years, agustin has taken a step back from writing ; he still plans to continue, but he’s decided to take a break from the several projects he’s been working on to pursue hobbies of interest instead, and as of late, has spent a vast majority of his time researching and investigating the paranormal with his best friend, local herbalist circe delfino.
MISCELLANEA.
he absolutely adores horror conventions, and is always humbled and delighted to see the number of people who will come out to talk horror and literature and monsters with him. well, with santiago flores, but that’s close enough. even now that he’s taken a break from writing, he’ll still show up when there’s one happening locally.
he’s left-handed and as a result, curses the existence of spiral-bound notebooks and will often write with pencil over pen so he doesn’t smear the ink.
has had many interviews and discussions about his life over the years because of the popularity of his books and later his foundation, but he doesn’t talk at all about what his life was like before he left home at eighteen and of the countless publications he’s been involved in, there’s not a single mention of his family.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
friends. agustin tries to be sociable enough ! he enjoys good conversations and dinner parties and understands that in order to do that, he needs to have friends. these are folks he’s comfortable enough with that they’ve got an open invitation into his home, and he’s always looking for new and engaging things to do.
writing pals. maybe they hold each other accountable for actually putting in effort and upping their word count, or maybe they’re each others’ go-to excuses when they know they’re not going to be getting anything done ? maybe it’s someone else with success in the industry, or maybe they’re friends introduced by a writer’s workshop or something ? either way, they’re here for the ebb and flow of the creative process, and also plenty of distractions, of course.
editor / publisher. someone who’s been on agustin’s ass to get writing again because people are expecting things from him, he can’t just spend the rest of his life on this little ghost-hunting side-quest. ( their words likely, not agustin’s ― he rather enjoys poking around all of london’s most famous haunts, thank you. ) i picture this very much a friendly companionship, but with quite a bit of bickering and arguing.
fans. we’re not talking like, die-hards here. he gets enough of those on twitter. but i think it would be fun for him to get to have a conversation with someone who’s read and enjoyed his books, maybe who’s curious about when the next one’s going to be released? maybe they’ve even got an idea or two of their own!
critics. see above, but make it less wholesome. maybe your muse doesn’t think horror is a worthwhile genre, or maybe it’s their favorite genre and they just so happen to think that santiago flores should’ve stuck to romance novels where he belonged. either way, they’ve got an opinion about agustin’s books, and now they’ve got an opportunity to share it.
literally anything! agustin is the loml and i just want all of the things for him, so if you’ve got thoughts, i’ll hear them.
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Customs Clearance: This is the formal process by which goods are cleared to enter or exit a country. It involves submitting documents, paying fees, and ensuring that goods comply with regulations.
Tariff Classification: Accurate classification of goods based on internationally recognized codes (such as the Harmonized System) determines the duties and taxes owed.
Documentation and Compliance: Proper documentation is essential, including invoices, packing lists, certificates of origin, and permits where required.
Customs Brokerage: Customs brokers are professionals who help importers and exporters navigate complex regulations, prepare paperwork, and expedite the clearance process.
Understanding International Logistics Services
International logistics services cover the movement of goods across countries, from the origin to the destination, including various transportation methods (air, sea, land, and rail). These services include:
Freight Forwarding: Freight forwarders manage the end-to-end shipping process, including consolidation, packing, and booking transportation, to move goods efficiently.
Transportation and Warehousing: International shipments often need warehousing solutions at different points in the supply chain, especially if they face customs delays or need temporary storage.
Inventory Management and Order Fulfillment: For businesses with global customers, logistics providers offer warehousing, order processing, and last-mile delivery services.
Risk Management and Insurance: International logistics companies offer cargo insurance to protect goods against potential damage, theft, or loss during transit.
The Role of Technology in Customs and International Logistics
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Examples include:
Real-Time Tracking: Customers can track shipments in real-time, improving transparency and enabling better planning.
Automated Documentation: Technology helps automate the paperwork process, reducing human error and speeding up customs clearance.
Customs Software: Advanced customs software integrates with global systems to streamline the entry process, classify goods, and calculate duties.
Challenges in Customs and International Logistics
Operating on a global scale comes with unique challenges:
Complex Regulations: Each country has its own customs requirements and regulatory framework, which can be difficult to navigate without expertise.
Tariff Changes and Trade Agreements: Changes in tariffs or the introduction of new trade agreements can impact costs and timelines.
Supply Chain Disruptions: External factors, such as geopolitical tensions, natural disasters, or pandemics, can delay shipments and impact logistics.
Why Businesses Need Customs and International Logistics Services
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The key benefits include:
Time and Cost Savings: Streamlined customs processes reduce the risk of delays, ensuring that goods reach their destination on time.
Regulatory Compliance: Experts help businesses avoid hefty fines or confiscations by ensuring compliance with all legal requirements.
Improved Customer Satisfaction: Faster, more reliable delivery keeps customers satisfied and enhances brand reputation.
Focus on Core Operations: With customs and logistics handled by professionals, businesses can focus on their core activities without logistical worries.
Conclusion
Customs and international logistics services are integral to the efficient movement of goods across borders. By streamlining regulatory processes and managing the complex details of global shipping, these services enable businesses to reach global markets effectively. In an ever-evolving landscape, companies that leverage expert customs and logistics services gain a competitive edge, ensuring that their products reach customers safely, on time, and in compliance with all relevant regulations.
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galaxyinstitute-blog · 15 days ago
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Understanding Coffee Varieties: What Baristas Learn in Specialty Training
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Have you ever walked into a café, looked at the menu, and wondered why there are so many types of coffee? From fruity Ethiopian beans to chocolatey Brazilian ones, the world of coffee is diverse and complex. But to the trained barista, it’s an art form. Learning to differentiate between coffee varieties is one of the key skills taught in specialty barista training. At Galaxy Training Institute, we ensure our students understand not just how to brew coffee, but where it comes from, how it’s grown, and how those factors impact the flavor.
In this article, we’ll take you through what baristas learn about coffee varieties during their specialty training, why it matters for making the perfect cup, and how this knowledge can enhance the customer experience.
1. The Two Main Coffee Species: Arabica vs. Robusta
First thing’s first—baristas need to know about the two main species of coffee beans: Arabica and Robusta.
Arabica: Making up roughly 60-70% of the world’s coffee production, Arabica beans are known for their smoother, more nuanced flavors. They tend to have fruity, floral, or even sweet notes, making them a favorite for specialty coffee shops. Arabica beans are grown at higher altitudes, often in regions like Ethiopia, Colombia, and Guatemala.
Robusta: Though less commonly used in specialty coffee, Robusta beans have their place, especially in espresso blends. They are more bitter and have a stronger body compared to Arabica, but they also pack about double the caffeine. Robusta is often used in stronger, bold coffees, and grows at lower altitudes, particularly in Vietnam and parts of Africa.
In specialty barista training, students learn to identify the characteristics of each species, so they can select the right beans for different brewing methods and customer preferences. It’s estimated that 95% of espresso drinks in cafés use a blend of Arabica and Robusta, so knowing how to balance these flavors is crucial.
2. Single-Origin Coffee: Highlighting Unique Flavors
In the world of specialty coffee, you’ll often hear the term “single-origin.” This simply means that the beans come from one specific region or farm, as opposed to a blend of beans from multiple locations.
Why does this matter? The region where coffee is grown affects its flavor profile in significant ways. During training, baristas learn about the factors that influence a coffee’s taste, such as:
Climate: Beans grown at higher altitudes tend to be more acidic and complex. For example, coffee from Ethiopia is often described as bright and fruity, while beans from Brazil are known for their nutty, chocolatey notes.
Soil: Volcanic soil, for example, is rich in minerals that can give coffee a more intense flavor. This is why coffee from regions like Guatemala or Costa Rica often has a deep, full-bodied taste.
Processing methods: How the coffee is processed after harvesting also impacts flavor. Washed or wet-processed beans tend to have cleaner, brighter flavors, while naturally processed beans, which are dried with the fruit still on, can have sweeter, more fermented notes.
A 2019 survey by the Specialty Coffee Association found that over 50% of specialty coffee drinkers actively look for single-origin coffees, making this knowledge essential for baristas. By understanding the unique characteristics of beans from different regions, baristas can recommend specific coffees to customers based on their flavor preferences.
3. Exploring Flavor Profiles: The Coffee Tasting Wheel
One of the most exciting aspects of barista training is learning how to taste coffee properly. Much like wine, coffee has a broad range of flavors, and baristas are trained to identify them using a tool called the coffee tasting wheel.
The coffee tasting wheel is a visual representation of different flavor categories, from fruity and floral to nutty and spicy. During cupping sessions—where baristas taste different coffees to evaluate them—students at Galaxy Training Institute use this wheel to fine-tune their palates.
For example, a coffee from Kenya might have bright acidity with notes of berry and citrus, while a coffee from Indonesia might have a fuller body with earthy, herbal flavors. By learning to identify these subtle differences, baristas become better at matching customers with the right brew.
According to data from the Specialty Coffee Association, customers who understand more about the flavor profiles of their coffee are willing to pay up to 10-15% more for a specialty cup. This means that a knowledgeable barista can significantly enhance both the customer’s experience and the café’s sales.
4. Roasting Levels: Light, Medium, and Dark
Another critical element of specialty barista training is understanding how roasting affects the beans’ flavor. There are three main roast levels:
Light roast: This roast preserves the beans' natural flavors and often highlights the origin’s specific characteristics. Light roasts tend to have brighter acidity and fruity or floral notes. They’re popular in pour-over or drip coffee methods where the subtle nuances can shine through.
Medium roast: A balance between the natural flavors of the bean and the caramelized notes from the roasting process, medium roasts are versatile and crowd-pleasing. They often feature a smooth, well-rounded flavor with hints of chocolate or nuts.
Dark roast: Dark roasts have a bolder, more intense flavor, often with smoky, chocolatey, or even spicy notes. These beans are less about the bean’s origin and more about the roasting process itself, which makes them ideal for espresso-based drinks.
Interestingly, a 2020 report by Barista Magazine showed that 72% of café customers prefer medium to dark roasts, especially in espresso drinks. That’s why baristas need to understand not only what roast levels are but also how to recommend the right roast based on customer preferences.
5. The Importance of Sustainability in Coffee
As the coffee industry grows, so does the demand for ethical and sustainable practices. During specialty barista training, students are taught about the environmental and social impacts of coffee production, helping them make more informed choices when selecting beans.
For example, many specialty coffee shops now prioritize Fair Trade or Rainforest Alliance-certified coffees, which ensure that the farmers are paid fairly and that the environment is protected. These certifications are important for consumers too, with studies showing that 40% of coffee drinkers are more likely to buy ethically sourced products.
Baristas who understand these certifications and can share that knowledge with customers not only enhance the café’s brand image but also help support a more sustainable industry.
6. Pairing Coffee with Food: Enhancing the Experience
Another key skill that baristas learn during specialty training is how to pair coffee with food. Whether it’s a rich, chocolatey brew paired with a buttery croissant or a fruity pour-over served alongside a tart, understanding these combinations can elevate the customer experience.
At Galaxy Training Institute, we emphasize the importance of complementary flavors. A 2018 survey by Café Culture Magazine found that 65% of customers appreciate when a barista recommends food pairings with their coffee, which can significantly increase sales of baked goods and other items.
7. The Barista’s Role in Educating Customers
Finally, one of the most important lessons baristas learn is how to communicate their knowledge to customers. A great barista isn’t just someone who makes a good cup of coffee—they’re also an educator, helping customers navigate the complex world of coffee varieties, brewing methods, and flavor profiles.
By sharing insights about the beans’ origin, roast level, or sustainability practices, baristas can create a deeper connection with customers. This interaction not only enhances the customer experience but also builds loyalty. In fact, a 2021 study by the Specialty Coffee Association found that customers are 50% more likely to return to a café where the barista shares educational information about the coffee.
Final Thoughts
Understanding coffee varieties is a foundational skill for any aspiring barista, and at Galaxy Training Institute, we make sure our students are well-versed in every aspect of coffee production. From learning the differences between Arabica and Robusta to mastering the nuances of single-origin beans, roasting levels, and flavor profiles, our baristas graduate with the knowledge and confidence to serve top-quality coffee every day. With this expertise, they’re not just making a cup of coffee—they’re crafting an experience. Whether you’re new to the world of coffee or an enthusiast looking to turn your passion into a career, understanding these coffee varieties is the first step to becoming a true coffee expert.
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Hogtober 2024 - Day 1 Ollivanders
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Iñaki's wands
Iñaki has two wands, her American wand that she nicked named "Astra" and her European one she got at Ollivanders in Hogsmeade that she names "Solis". Astra showcases her heritage roots while Solis showcases her American side in her mind. She treasures both wands.
When Iñaki was packing her things, she misplaced her American wand in the storage box instead of the moving box that would be shipped to London to follow the family's move there. Iñaki didn't realize her mistake until they arrived to their temporary London home and couldn't find her wand. Professor Fig was kind enough to lend her Miriam's wand until she could get her own wand at Ollivanders.
Iñaki was certain she wouldn't find a wand like Astra, her custom made wand, and was displeased to have to get a new wand. However, she found to her surprise the third wand she tried responded just as well to her. She didn't personally bond to her new wand at frist, seeing it more as her replacement until she can go back home and find Astra in the storage box.
It isn't until after her fight with the troll in Hogsmeade, did she feel bonded with the wand, feeling its warmth in her hand sooth her after a frightening moment. After the first week with her new wand, Iñaki felt like she met another twin flame in it, especially after Ollivander explained its production origin that reminded Iñaki of herself when she met with the shopkeeper a week later.
It was then when Iñaki gave her wand a new name - Solis.
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ABOUT SOLIS
The Breech wood is of an American Breech Tree - not a European Breech Tree to her surprise. For Iñaki, the first time she held the wand, it was as if home has found her again being so far away from America. The wood itself is sourced from a place close to Niagara Falls, so it has a bit of an electrical hum when Iñaki uses it due to the Thunderbird that dwells near it. The phoenix feather was one that came from a phoenix whose owner was known to travel around in the Americas and had stopped by in England for a conference before traveling back home.
When Ollivander made the wand, a number of people tried to see if it would yield to them, especially due to its beech beauty and the symbolism the material meant for most. Iñaki ends up being the owner and Ollivander figured it was because the wand understood her based on where the material was sourced from, the wand was looking for a home too and it found it in her.
She ends up naming it "Solis" due to the warm/golden glow of magic that swirled around her when she first used it. To Iñaki, Solis is her home away from home and she comes to treasure her second wand as well.
For right now, "Solis" doesn't have any modification like her first wand "Astra" does. One day it will though.
ABOUT ASTRA
Astra has a queztal feather core as well as a jade wand handle that came from Guatemala. The quina wood and the llama hide grip wrap were from the Andes in Ecuador. The jade wand handle and the llama hide grip wrap were modifications that were added a year or two later after she had her wand made; both were gifts from both sides of her family that had only helped showcase her cultural roots on her wand.
The first time Iñaki used Astra, sparkles of light that reminded her of stars in the night sky emerged from the wand, filling her with wonder and delight. Iñaki saw the wand as an extension of herself and who she is because of the process that went into making it.
WAND MAKING IN THE AMERICAS VS EUROPE
In the Americas, wands are custom made due to historical reasons unlike in Europe. Most wand makers in the Americas find that its easier to use materials that are meaningful to the user and work from there to make a wand. The price of a wand depends on what materials are used and where its sourced. Wands in the Americas tend to get modifications over time such as a new custom handle or grip wrappings. They are also harder for people to use outside of the holder due to how it's customized.
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jacks-tracks · 7 months ago
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April 15 on Lasqueti Island.
Home after some adventures. i left Puerto by plane to Mexico city, and on my flight to Chetumal for Belize I got Covid. I was the only person on the plane wearing a mask! 1 week sick, blah!
Belize was all about the dentist who made me new dentures, excellent work at 20% of the Canadian price, and still 30% less than the Mexicans. $1000 can dollars all in. Those savings paid for my travel, air b&b, and food. After much online searching I finally chose the first one air b&b I,d seen and it was pretty good. A small house in the yard of a dog rescue center, run by an expat American lady $1500 for the month, and a small pool, AC for the hot afternoons, and a hot plate kitchen. Even a hot shower bathroom. I had 6 devoted dog pals who rushed me whenever I went onto my porch. A few chicken scraps go a long way!
Corozol in Belize was boring, hot, flat, no good food, and no cultural stuff. I met a few people, and was surprised by how many refugees there were from Honduras, Guatemala etc. The bay, and it is extensive, was cloudy with the limestone silt that paves the bottom. I never swam there. So, skip Corozol...
Leaving Belize after my permitted 30 day stay was easy.Eddy the fat taxi driver insisted on leaving at 5 30 am to avoid the Easter Sunday border rush. Actually he just wanted to be at the border to pick up the returning Belizean fares. What the heck, it was time to go and he did whisk me through both border stops. Could have had a trunk full of dope! A second taxi(included in the $40 US $ price got me to the ADO bus station in Chetumal, where the online ticket worked except that the seat I,d saved had been sold. Got another further back and except for the disgruntled Mexican woman who had taken my seat it worked. A 3 hour wait for a 6 hour bus ride. But.. the seats were supremely comfortable, ride a bit bouncy, and I had 5 hours of MP3 music to dull the roar. Went through Tulum, unrecognizable. 5 miles by 3, where in 1980 we had 2 restaurants(chickens chopped to order), one grocery store and a pharmacy. 4 lane highway, and a continous string of luxury hotels from there to Playa Del Carmen, where they were more discretely hidden by high walls and gates. Into Cancun by 3 and as suggested by other travellers online I walked out to the street and got a cab for 79 pesos to the Ferry. Ultramar, fast catamarans shuffling thousands of tourists to Isla Mujeres daily $400 pesos one way! But on arrival I navigated the flat streets in intense heat to the Selina hostel. Packed with people for the Easter weekend, but i chose the pricier 4 bed dorm and had it to myself for 2 nights. Typical hostel, euro youth glued to phones, tecno blaring at the bar and dirty pool, and strobe lights slicing the night . Had a big kitchen and i cooked food I bought at Chedraui(by bus). Food was 25%c cheaper than in Puerto. 3 blocks to North beach, a lovely white sand stretch with a zillion pay to sit loungers. I found shade by a fence and swam repeatedly in warm blue water. Very nice! I did walk the promenade, saw the places I,d been to before, and would still recomend the island as a stop for swimming. Wildly overpacked with souvenir stalls and restaurants and the streets are dangerous with hundreds of golf carts rented by oblivious gringos. The uproar dies down somewhat when the last ferry goes a t 9 pm. It wa a 3 day stop for me to make my Westjet flight back to Vancouver.
The usual route to the airport, way out of town was to taxi to the ADO station and take their shuttle. I,d met Amber (Vancouver) at the hostel and she suggested Uber. Well, that was easy, cheaper, and way faster. Westjet was efficient, my papers were in order, and I finally had a cold drink at inflated airport prices. 4 hour wait, and I got anxious when the flight was not posted, so I went looking, found a mass of canadians ready to board. Boeing(bolts?)dreamliner fully packed, 6 hours to Yvr, arriving just as the last skytrain left, I went to the mezzanine and unpacked my sport seats, chained my bags after checking with security, and flopped in the cold for 4 hours. Sleep? More like unconciuosness, but better than a $200 hotel for 4 hours.
6 am Canada line to downtown, bus to Horseshoe bay, taxi to Shannon and Spensers house for 4 hours of sleep, a hot shower, and relax. Kids came home, life ramped up, and i stayed 2 days. Costco , helped Spenser with maintenance in Parksville and on the 2 30 ferry for pickup by buddy Wayne. True the pipes leak, and it,s bloody cold(6degrees) but the sun came out, the sheep have lambs and It,s Spring! First geese went north ,a taliman sign for me, and I,m happy to be home.
Next blog.. life on the rock....See ya!
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fenrirswood-hq · 7 months ago
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ANMOL BODHI MOHAN (our VINNY CHHIBBER) is looking for their SISTER (last name Kumar). They’re a 45 yo HUMAN (or WEREWOLF), who look like FEM-FC OF INDIAN DESCENT. You DO NOT need to approach the player. 
( death mention tw, mob mention tw ) Bodhi and his sister were always fighting for the approval of their father, a mob boss from Brighton. But it was his sister who actually had the good ideas, and Bodhi who often claimed them for himself and went off with them. When his father found out, he dropped Bodhi off with the enemy hoping he'd never return, and Bodhi's sister became the sole heir to the crime empire. Everyone in their family thinks Bodhi is dead.
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FABIO BASTIAN CISNERAS GUCUAMAYA (our TONY REVOLORI) is looking for their SIBLING WHO GOT TURNED. They’re a 30-34 yo WEREWOLF, who look like FCOC preferred. You DO NOT need to approach the player. 
(death mention tw) Fabio and their adopted family (total of 7 adopted kids, and two parents) were camping when three siblings and the mother got attacked and bitten by a pack of Werewolves. Only the older sibling survived. Dealing with guilt and without anyone to help them change, Fabio took full responsibility. They stuck around in Guatemala City for a few years more before moving to Fenrir's Wood 5 years ago, a move the sibling initiated.
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FABIO BASTIAN CISNERAS GUCUAMAYA (our TONY REVOLORI) is looking for their FOSTER SIBLINGS (3 SPOTS). They’re a 26-40 yo WITCH or HUMAN, who look like FCOC preferred. You DO NOT need to approach the player. 
(death mention tw) Fabio and their adopted family (total of 7 adopted kids, and two parents) were camping when three siblings and the mother got attacked and bitten by a pack of Werewolves. Only the older sibling survived. While the other siblings attempted to get their life back in order, Fabio and the sibling hid the secret of their Lycanthropy and then up and left for the UK. Their siblings could've followed them to find out what was happening.
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BIJAN MOUSAVI (our OMID ABTAHI) is looking for their NIBLING'S FRIENDS (2 spots). They’re a 25-35 yo WEREWOLVES, who look like ANY MENA FC. You DO need to approach the player. 
(death mention tw) Bijan's Nibling and some of their friends went to the UK for a summer, staying in Fenrir's Wood they got attacked on a full moon and needed to go to the hospital. Only the two friends survived, and not knowing what was happening were soon approached by the local packs. Bijan moved to Fenrir's Wood to be there for them and has been supporting them ever since. The two have decided to stay in Fenrir's Wood because they don't know any packs in Iran nor do they want to hurt their family. I figured they'd both be studying at the University but they also could've finished already!
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BIJAN MOUSAVI (our OMID ABTAHI) is looking for their RESEARCH COLLEAGUE. They’re a 40+ yo UTP SPECIES, who look like FCOC PREFERRED. You DO NOT need to approach the player. 
Bijan is doing research on Lycanthropy at the local university, of course he doesn't do this alone, his colleague has their own history with Werewolves. Whether good or bad, through loss or their own experience. They spend a whole lot of time together, especially on full moons, and are each other's emotional support whenever one of them is dealing with something personal.
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