#endiro

[fantrollassemblage]

Day 24: Mask

Catching up on prompts I missed for Inktober for writers with a drabble of Endiro.

You stare at your reflection. You wonder if everyone feels so at odds with their reflection, like the reflection is an acquaintance, more than the self. You keep staring at the mirror, trying to make peace with the image. The hair is right, and you know the jawline. The mouth is small, though. At least, you think it’s small? Small like the beady, purple eyes. 

You never could decide which face was the “real” one. The mask caused you the same feeling of dysphoria, with the eyes and mouth being so monstrously big, and the nose not even being part of the image. 

Originally, the idea had been that the mask would be for when you socialized with subjugglators, but that had eventually fallen to the wayside. You kept being caught in public and chastised for not wearing the paint, not just by other members of the Dark Carnival, but imperial officials, legislacerators and the like. For a time, it brought into question if you were really a member at all, or just a lackey. A mere lackey would never get the influence you hoped for, so the paint became part of your every-night image.

Problem was, with a scant few exceptions, your friends off the clock preferred your plain face. You refused, for a time, treating the thing as a part of your identity - the identity of a person who had high hopes for the subjugglators - but with every sweep, you’ve become more familiar with the trauma and pain the facepaint evokes. Sure, that made for a dirty advantage against an enemy, having them freeze at the worst moment, but with friends? With quadrants? It didn’t work.

It’s put you at a frustrating crossroads. Having your loyalties questioned again would halt, if not outright remove, your progress. In addition, you are so used to seeing your reflection caked in white paint that it feels odd to be plain-faced any time besides 5 minutes out of the coon. On the other, people outside of that carnival mess are so much more enjoyable to spend time with, and you deeply care for a lot of them. 

You squint at your reflection again. “If only you could pick this for me,” you tell the troll in the mirror. He looks as uncertain as you.

[endirocoffee]

Brewing all the Good We Can: 2018 Endiro Growers Farm Report

We are pleased to report that Endiro Growers Uganda has now completed our third year of growing coffee in Eastern Uganda.  Recently we conducted a field survey of our ongoing coffee growing project in the village of Bukalasi (Bududa District, Uganda) to gauge our progress.  The results, testimonies and newfound hope for the future are simply breathtaking.  We are humbled to be a part of this profound work that is changing so many lives in such dramatic ways and we are extremely grateful for everyone from the farmer to the coffee drinker who with every bean and every cup is making the Endiro vision become a reality. 

As a reminder, our vision is to be a company that partners with others to end child vulnerability globally through coffee and its people, related products, profits, services, spaces and stories.

Exponential Growth of Coffee Production and Income Generation

In last year’s report, we cited a Lehigh University study that found that the average coffee farming family in the Bududa District of Uganda earns about $100 per year through their crops.  Since coffee has long been the primary cash crop for farmers living in this area, it is safe to assume that most families are thus living off between $50-200 per year or about 25-50 cents per day per household.  Keeping in mind that the World Bank has set the “international poverty line” at $1.90 per person per day, we recognize that poverty in Bududa is extreme.

We began growing coffee together with the farming families of Bukalasi in the 2015-16 season with three core principles:  

1) Ignoring global market prices, we would pay 8,000 UGX per kilo of coffee, without exception.  

2) We would train and equip the farmers so that they could perform initial processing (floating, pulping, washing, drying) so that we could achieve a specialty grade coffee.

3) We would do everything in the context of genuine relationship.

Since that beginning point, we have invested large amounts of money (which we don’t really have) and even larger amounts of time to train and equip our farmers.  Ultimately, we formed four teams in Bukalasi.  

·        Team A – Irene, Team Leader | 50 members

·        Team B – Beth, Team Leader | 50 members

·        Team C – Florence, Team Leader | 50 members

·        Team D – Aida, Team Leader | 50 members

As we have reported previously, the 2015-16 season saw a harvest of about 7,000 kilograms of parchment coffee produced in Bukalasi. The next year the volume doubled, allowing us to input over $32,000 into the community.

This year, at the beginning of the harvest season, we committed to increasing our price to 8,300 UGX per kilo of coffee.  The teams responded by producing more coffee in one season than in the previous two seasons combined – approximately 49,000 kilograms of coffee! This generated more than $110,000 for the community – money that is having an enormous and catalytic impact.

Bukalasi Life is Changing

The testimonies that we hear from Bukalasi coffee farmers are what keep us going.  Team Leader Irene reported that her farmers are buying more land, cows for milk, and bulls for meat.  She said that the children of the farmers in her team are in school and that domestic violence in the households is diminishing.  Aida, another team leader shared many of the same things and Beth spoke of how family life is improving and how new group savings plans have been instituted which are helping families during the off season.  Another farmer was able to use her money to build a rental house in a nearby city which is producing additional income for her family.  Many other farmers have made similar investments into auxiliary forms of income so that the coffee income is being multiplied – many families are quickly approaching and some have even surpassed the international poverty line.

In the next generation changes are quite pronounced. Now moving into our fourth year of coffee farming, we are celebrating with families who are able to pay for their older children to attend universities and trade schools.  One farmer has even reported that his daughter was accepted in a pre-medicine program at a university in Germany! Time will tell how the village of Bukalasi will be impacted by children who grow up healthy and educated.

Brewing all the Good We Can!

In addition to surveying the progress of the coffee farming projects, we spent considerable time with the team leaders workshopping, praying and dreaming about the future.  We have been inspired by the words of John Wesley:

“Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can.”

The powerful, almost desperate passion evident in Wesley’s voice here is how we feel all the time.  So much has been accomplished in Bukalasi and it would be tempting to sit back and rest in that for a while.  However, we still see so many challenges.  There is still so much poverty in Bukalasi.  So much need. So much brokenness.  And then there are many other villages in need.  We cannot be complacent.  

In the spirit of Wesley, we have adopted a new motto, “Brewing all the Good We Can!” What that means is that we are going to continue pressing forward in Bukalasi and elsewhere to do all the good we can in all the ways we can as long as we can.  Here are a few of our new projects at various stages of development:

 ·        Mattaya Coffee – We have officially started a new group in the nearby village of Manafwa.  Fifty farmers are there working with us and have produced just over 1,000 kilograms in their first season with us.  As some of you have tasted, the coffee is delicious and we hope to grow their capacity in the coming years.

 ·        “Drink the Whole Tree” – We are working with the Bukalasi farmers on developing products which make use of coffee cherries and coffee leaves in order to add additional income for our coffee farmers.  Some of you have tasted the first fruits of our coffee leaf teas and cascara drinks. There is more to come!

 ·        Goats from Mubende to Bukalasi – We have had the blessing of partnering with a goat project in Mubende, Uganda which has helped a number of refugee children get access to education, food and other basic needs.  Now the leader of that project is helping us to develop strategies for raising goats in other areas.

 ·        “Karamoja Honey” – We are partnering with some good friends among the Karamoja to develop a sustainable and scalable bee-keeping project.  Also, in 2018 we will be helping to sponsor “Tour of Karamoja”, an amazing mountain biking tour which will raise awareness and interest in the very needy Karamoja region. Could there be Karamoja coffee one day?

 ·        Iganga Chickens to Chocolate – We have reopened a coffee bar in Iganga and are continuing to work on some agricultural projects in a nearby village.  Recently we have developed a strategy together with a group of farmers to raise chickens, goats and then chocolate.  It sounds weird, but it’s happening.  Who doesn’t want to see Endiro Chocolate?

We really do thank God and thank all of you for helping us get this far.  As you can see, our dreams for the future are even bigger.  Please keep buying and drinking our coffee and telling others to do the same. We have some great new coffee roasting partners who are helping us to move more coffee and are helping to tell the amazing Bukalasi story.  We also have a number of awesome wholesale partners who are buying our coffee for their cafes, restaurants, and churches.  We are careful to give plenty of shout outs to these partners on our social media pages, so be sure to follow us on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook.  

[Want to buy wholesale green or roasted coffee? Click here and fill out the contact form.]

Soon we will begin building our first full-scale production roastery in the United States which will mean that you’ll be seeing more Endiro Coffee in more places.  We also will have our first origin tours coming up in 2019 – coffee nerds, get ready!

[fantrollassemblage]

World building for Endiro?

send me the name of a character, and i’ll reply with:

B A S I C S

full name: Endiro Scurra

gender: male

sexuality: Pansexual

pronouns: He/him

O T H E R S

family: Enforcer Gorerain (ancestor), Fenrok (future descendant), Badger-dad (lusus)

birthplace: Raised in a small hill hollow by a forest

job: Subjugglator, legislacerator-collaborator, bounty hunter

phobias: Betrayal, being killed in bed

guilty pleasures: Has started getting kinda guilty about his promiscousness due to previous partners and some people pushing him about it being pretty unprofessional

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Lawful neutral who tries to be lawful good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Calm

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: Cautious

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: Leader

empathetic/unemphatic: Unemphatic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp:

ot3:

brotp:

notp:

[fantrollassemblage]

📱 ok so dae/rok but also..endiro and anatid??

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did

Endiro and Anatid (assuming she’s not already blocked)

The fuck were you thinking dating some goddamn drug lord

you fucking suck

I should just sell you out for affiliating with a criminal

Seriously, how does a ballerina and a crimelord meet

do you seriously want to fix this shit? seriously?

Stop sending me things. I don’t want them.

Dae and Rok

ey wtf does “DD 38″ even fucking mean like what the hell are tit sizes i dont get it

hey cutie i was thinking we could meet up at 5 <3<3<- wait this is dae lmao

idk what your fucking issue is with the carnival but you’d make a great laughassassin

oh shit your friend thiiiiiiiicc

hey im ordering food, come over and get some in exchange for :eggplant:

[fantrollassemblage]

The Bear and the Maiden Fair(ly ripped)

guess who can’t create RP muse but can somehow write half a bloody novel about a ship AU

A cold morning wind breezed through the thicket of trees, carrying the small flakes of spring snow, falling to thicken the thin film of white that covered the thawing earth. It would surely melt come morrow. Now, though, it provided a hunter with easy game.

Erik Scurra followed a trail of paw prints in the snow, left behind by a quite large bear. A quite tantalizing prey to the huntsman; Bear pelts were worth a pretty coin further down south, and bear meat wasn’t the least palpable thing he had eaten in his life. Even the teeth could be of some use for carvings or even something sharp to use for a trap. And then there were those northern priests, who supposedly would use the teeth and bones for queer rituals and fortune telling. The purpose did not matter to him - Erik had never believed such superstitious traditions - but the coin they offered did.

He had not been following this trail for long. Rather, he had been lucky enough to come upon it fresh, his prey having only passed recently, and with a limp at that. He even thought he had spotted smears of blood against some trees, but of that, he could not be certain.

About half an hour later, he sighted the bear through the trees; A big, lumbering beast, black and brown. It truly was enormous, most likely tens of years old. Upon closer inspection, it seemed like he had been right about the blood, a red gash running from the side down to a limping back leg. The scar was large, but did not seem to run too deep. Maybe some soldier cut at it with a sword until it ran away, he thought to himself, stringing his bow. Whatever the case, the bear was easy prey, and that was something Erik always welcomed. He held his breath, as quiet as the wind, then raised his bow. All it took was a well-aimed arrow through the eye, and the beast fell over with a frightened groan.

Erik hurried to his kill, sliding out a knife to slit the creature’s throat to be safe, when a woman’s voice was heard, firm and strong: “STOP RIGHT THERE, POACHER!”

He froze and turned, “Me?”

“Do you see any other poachers around here?” Erik turned around just in time to see the woman spit on the white ground. The woman was tall, incredibly so. Slender, yet not. The arms beneath her chain mail were thick with muscle, but did not look freakish, and it was hard to figure out the rest of her with the chain and scales covering her features. Erik recalled a rumor they liked to spread in King’s Landing, about how all women of the north were big bear-like women, who had the same strength and temper of men. If this woman was any indication, those rumors looked to hold some truth.

His eyes stopped at her tunic, which portrayed a purple squid on a tyrian field. The herald was vaguely familiar, but he did not remember from where. Still, it marked her for some noble, or the spawn of one, which meant this would be a harrowing experience. “Drop your knife at once.” She commanded. Now he was sure she was a noble.

“Why should I? I have done nothing wrong,” he scoffed. “Or do you mean to tell me this bear belonged to your oh-so-noble squid house?”

“It’s an octopus,” she replied sourly, pushing a lock of brown hair out of her face. “And the bear DOES belong to me. All game in these woods are the property of house Renata.” She said her house name with that great pride that always made Erik grimace.

“’s that so?” Erik mused, toying with the knife in his hand, “Well, you should put up signs, so people know. Otherwise, people might stroll in and claim your beasts.”

“That bear was mine either way. It took the entire morning to track it-”

“Then work on your tracking,” he snapped. “If hunters had their kills stolen by someone who poked it with a sharp stick hours ago, they’d all starve while sword-swinging fools would be rich enough to make Casterly Rock looks like a pile of yellow pebbles!”

“How dare you!” She bristled and drew a long sword from its sheet. Despite its length, she managed to point it at him accusingly with only one hand. Judging by the ripples dancing across the blade, it seemed to be valyrian steel. It made Erik’s steel dagger look woefully unimpressive. “Surrender your arms and my kill at once, poacher, or I will strike you down where you stand.”

“Tch...” he made a face. Perhaps he could kill her - armor meant little when you know where to stick the knife - but he was not certain enough to want to try. A blade of valyrian steel pointed against you did not do much for bravery.

Still, he had another weapon, softer, but just as sharp. “My lady,” he began, giving her a playful smile, running a hand through his soft curls of hair, black as raven feathers. “I would never mean to wound such a beautiful woman, not on her honor nor he body. In fact, to show I would mean you no harm...” he dropped his knife into the snow and held up his now empty hands and threaded forward.

“Not so fast, poacher.” Lady Renata raised her sword once more, “Not another step closer.”

“My lady wounds me.” He faked a hurt expression, placing a hand over his heart. “I would never dream to hurt a noble lady, may the Stranger take me now if I lie... Especially not one so beautiful.” His smirk grew coy. It wasn’t untrue. While they were scrunched into an ugly, angry expression, her features were still quite beautiful, from her fair skin, to her full red lips, to her deep, if queerly shaped, blue eyes. She paused for but a second, but Erik needed only one. He nudged her blade aside so he could be less than an arm’s length away from her, almost surprising even himself when she did not raise it again. “Tell me, my fair lady Renata, who would be blessed enough to have you as wife?”

“No-one,” she hissed, yet still would not try to push him away.

“Hmm... A pity, and a blessing,” He chuckled, “A pity your beauty goes unappreciated, but a blessing that I may perhaps...” A hand reached up to cup her reddened cheek, warm to the touch. Surprisingly, she still did not lash out. Am I more charming than I thought, or does she truly want me? He thought, wetting his lips. “My lady... If you would allow it, I would wish to make you the happiest woman in Westeros for tonight. I would please you in any carnal way your heart might desire, if you would only let me...” Emboldened by her silence, he dared come closer yet, his lips inches away from hers. He could feel her warm breath on his lips now, oh so very close...

And then she struck him.

It was violent, a gauntlet right into his gut with such force, Erik keeled over gasping. He dropped to his knees in the snow, coughing in pain. “You dare try to kiss me, poacher?” she hissed furiously, “What others think of my beauty does not concern me, least of all if it is appreciated by some filthy poacher!” She backhanded him, sending him onto his back on the cold, snowy ground. “You should grovel for my forgiveness, not my bedchambers!” The sword was in the air again, poised at his throat.

Erik tried to blink back into the real world, but the ringing in his ear and roaring pain on his face only subsided by the time he was downed. He slowly licked his lips, grimacing. He was at her mercy.

[fantrollassemblage]

❄❄❄ looks around

Send me ❄ for drunk texts.Send as many as you want, specify who from and who to.

Vittal to Elydra

> No received messages

> It would seem Vittal keeps to himself when drunk

Endiro to Vetjar

EC: baby are angels from heaven? bc you

EC: wait uh. shit i fucked it up. lemme try again.

EC: if you were a fish, you’d be a

EC: shit i forgot how it goes...

EC: listen. youre pretty. like, really pretty.

EC: ...still a bitch tho

Enforcer to Justicar

EG: Verity, did you know that your ass is fucking incredible?

EG: ...Sorry, wrong person