Just had a mental breakdown so I’m going to put on some makeup and take slutty photos of myself.
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Just had a mental breakdown so I’m going to put on some makeup and take slutty photos of myself.
DWC 2021
Day 3 - Romance
After another long productive day of training and errands, both entertainer and bodyguard return back to their home to continue with more work. Beaureve always felt accomplished if he had felt the ache in exerting his body and was in need of a shower. He was far from the glamorous man saw on stage right now, with hair pulled back and his sweaty workout clothing in layers over him. Slipping out of his shoes where they are always placed, the entertainer grumbles and finds his way to the living area with a heavier satchel of request than usual. There were packages in the midst of everything which usually indicated different kind of requests. Slumping on the sofa, he stares at the ceiling for a few moments as he knows he has to deal with this. And the sooner the better. Unearthing the contents of his bag and sorting the letters in meticulous fashion to review, he would have to judge and book accordingly through all of these. Ripping open one of the packages after the basic letters were dealt with, he produces a long letter of what seemed to be poetry and compliments along with shallow promises accompanied with expensive jewelry. Already bored, the entertainer rolls his eyes over it. He was sure this person that had sent this found themselves quiet charming in this attempt to woo him. It would be one of a handful this week. After a sigh, Beau skims through the writing for anything at all relevant. He opens the elaborate box that held some crafted ear cuffs in an arrangement of beautifully crafted metals and gems that were meant to take the breath away of any appreciator. Beaureve was not an easy man to impress, but at least he could assume that the value of the object was high and it earns a slight nod of approval. Sliding the box on the table he takes out his planner for the upcoming couple of months and a ledger with descriptive notes. He was already making a note of selling this item as it was from someone that knew he would not wear gifts from them. It was their own choice to send, but he didn't stand for people thinking they owned him because he accepted a token from them. Looking over the planner getting ready to confirm his appointments of the week, there was a note that catches his eye. He had not memorized this one so it out of place for him. It was in Ramiaell's handwriting, with the simple word 'Dinner' in a designated time slot. It had him fluster quickly in the ears and tops of his cheeks. Perhaps this was not romantic to many, but to Beau? It was exceedingly so. Ramiaell had taken the time to notice what heavy schedule he had and picked out an optimal time to alleviate the stress during that series of intense days with a planned dinner. Like he just knew.... His lover had emerged from the kitchen with a small tray. A couple waters and brewing tea in pot with cups. Pointing to the green tea blend in the pot, he speaks directly. "For muscle recovery." Ramiaell's supported a rather neutral expression, but he looked Beaureve in the eyes as if dictated it was meant especially for him. It earned him an appreciative slow smile from the entertainer. In everything the man of Stone did, it was all for the priest's well being. There was never a time that Beau didn't feel it. Their contract forged that had started as hiring him as a protectorate, had developed into more on paper as well as practically. Again, even if people could not understand how this was endearing to the both of them it worked for the two of them. It was if he just found someone that finally understood the language he was speaking in. And suddenly the world they more than accepted they would be alone in? Gained them a chance to discover what their version of what friendship and love could feel like. "Thank you." Beaureve nods about the tea and watches as the other sits with him, taking up the ledger to help him make notes. "So. The beginning of next week then. Dinner is it?" he was acknowledging the plans and Ramiaell glances over. Only Beau could tell there was a hint of a slightest smile. "If that is acceptable." were his only words about this right now. Another nod is cast before the priest reaches over to place on the man's leg. "Very acceptable." he confirms but knowing that they could talk more in detail later moves on to the business that needed to be finished up. Everyone has a different view on romance and for Beaureve, he was discovering for himself it was about the small things. The genuine things. Never filled with the superficial words or extravagant gifts or traditional societal expectation. Something that was beyond the physical. It was about sharing an everyday without the glamor. It was about knowing how to take care of someone. There were so few people that could actually be able to really take care of this tycoon in the making, for he was extremely independent and ambitious but Ramiaell proved he was more than capable. Had so many skills he lacked while complimenting others. And they kept teaching each other about those parts of life they just never were able to live before meeting one another. And all of this was being created without any semblance of Beau's mind abilities, because they were essentially useless against Ramiaell's barriers against magic. So sitting with one another and creating schedules and revising goal journals was something real and worthwhile. While the monetary was driven for in Beaureve, at the end of his day it was what that represented when he finally had enough of it. It symbolized freedom and eventually a making of a new empire for those that craved for a different life than they were forced to live. Sharing this dream with Ramiaell instead of keeping it all to himself had given Beaureve something people accused him not having. A heart.
(( What can I say. Beaureve is not a usual person when it comes to romance. But neither is his partner! They are both cold as ice and hard as stone most times, because no one really knows their language. It really was a miracle these two met each other when they did. I enjoy rping their developments very much.)) @daily-writing-challenge @ramiaell
Step one: learn to draw men
Step two: make them kissing
Breaking Through
Wooo.
I will stream at 6pm CST on Twitch - https://www.twitch.tv/shivaestudios I intend to ink that little Strange Magic comic and post it. ART FOR MYSELF. Then I’ll do some prep and setup work.
Finished another chapter of a story I owe my readers and gave it to them. Only 9k words to do to fulfill my obligation on that one. :D
Penciled FOUR pages of comics and FELT JOY. I have not felt actual joy my work for several months.
Wrote text for Alien Dice and uploaded it so that I have two pages of comics in the queue to update this week and next. (Adds to my 2k words for the day. Trying to dial back my writing for a full week to avoid burnout now that it’s settling into a groove and not flooding everywhere.)
Prepped my templates for Campus Safari. I still need to finish Shivae! and Black Rose - both of which have pages ready to shade. I just haven’t had the desire/drive/energy, but I’m getting there.
I need to tackle building a child theme for Easel for my new Black Rose/Blackwood site... I am so not looking forward to it, but it may be something I need to do to help break me out of things.
Politicians: Are You Really Advocates for the People or Just Power-hungry?
The end of your political career is not the end of your life as an advocate for justice and progressive action. It is simply the end of your place for a particular position of power for a specific term. If you are out cast from the political sphere entirely, then go out into your local community and start a small business with a double or triple bottom line; offer your political experience and knowledge to your former constituents; or start your new political career as a community leader. Do whatever you can and whatever way you can.
Nathan is King of the Beach, I'm just King of bad decisions.
Today is wading through 700 photos day. Curate, Edit, List, Repeat...
There has been talk of a Secret Santa around among the fighters and navigators. And I would like to say
Nope. Nope, don’t care.
I hate the holidays.
Family expects me to call. I guess I should.
I can also work on trying to tweak some ships so they handle better.
Family has to wait.