The earliest champions of free markets envisioned a world of self-employment
Why do we talk like [businesses aren’t dictatorships]? The answer takes us back to free market ideas developed before the Industrial Revolution. In 17th- and 18th-century Britain, big merchants got the state to grant them monopolies over trade in particular goods, forcing small craftsmen to submit to their regulations. A handful of aristocratic families enjoyed a monopoly on land, due to primogeniture and entail, which barred the breakup and sale of any part of large estates. Farmers could rent their land only on short-term leases, which forced them to bow and scrape before their landlords, in a condition of subordination not much different from servants, who lived in their masters’ households and had to obey their rules.
The problem was that the state had rigged the rules of the market in favor of the rich. Confronted with this economic situation, many people argued that free markets would promote equality and workers’ interests by enabling them to go into business for themselves and thereby escape subordination to the owners of capital.
No wonder some of the early advocates of free markets in 17th-century England were called “Levellers.” These radicals, who emerged during the English civil war, wanted to abolish the monopolies held by the big merchants and aristocrats. They saw the prospects of greater equality that might come from opening up to ordinary workers opportunities for manufacture, trade, and farming one’s own land.
In the 18th century, Adam Smith was the greatest advocate for the view that replacing monopolies, primogeniture, entail, and involuntary servitude with free markets would enable laborers to work on their own behalf. His key assumption was that incentives were more powerful than economies of scale. When workers get to keep all of the fruits of their labor, as they do when self-employed, they will work much harder and more efficiently than if they are employed by a master, who takes a cut of what they produce. Indolent aristocratic landowners can’t compete with yeoman farmers without laws preventing land sales. Free markets in land, labor, and commerce will therefore lead to the triumph of the most efficient producer, the self-employed worker, and the demise of the idle, stupid, rent-seeking rentier.
Smith and his contemporaries looked across the Atlantic and saw that America appeared to be realizing these hopes — although only for white men. The great majority of the free population in the Revolutionary period was self-employed, as either a yeoman farmer or an independent artisan or merchant.
In the United States, Thomas Paine was the great promoter of this vision… Paine argued that individuals can solve nearly all of their problems on their own, without state meddling. A good government does nothing more than secure individuals in “peace and safety” in the free pursuit of their occupations, with the lowest possible tax burden… Paine was a lifelong advocate of commerce, free trade, and free markets. He called for hard money and fiscal responsibility.
Paine was the hero of labor radicals for decades after his death in 1809, because they shared his hope that free markets would yield an economy almost entirely composed of small proprietors. An economy of small proprietors offers a plausible model of a free society of equals: each individual personally independent, none taking orders from anyone else, everyone middle class.
Abraham Lincoln built on the vision of Smith and Paine, which helped to shape the two key planks of the Republican Party platform: opposition to the extension of slavery in the territories, and the Homestead Act. Slavery, after all, enabled masters to accumulate vast tracts of land, squeezing out small farmers and forcing them into wage labor. Prohibiting the extension of slavery into the territories and giving away small plots of land to anyone who would work it would realize a society of equals in which no one is ever consigned to wage labor for life. Lincoln, who helped create the political party that now defends the interests of business, never wavered from the proposition that true free labor meant freedom from wage labor.
The Industrial Revolution, however — well underway by Lincoln’s time — ultimately dashed the hopes of joining free markets with independent labor in a society of equals. Smith’s prediction — that economies of scale would be less important than the incentive effects of enabling workers to reap all the fruits of their labor — was defeated by industrial technologies that required massive accumulations of capital. The US, with its access to territories seized from Native Americans, was able to stave off the bankruptcy of self-employed farmers and other small proprietors for far longer than Europe. But industrialization, population growth, the closure of the frontier, and railroad monopolies doomed the sole proprietorship to the margins of the economy, even in North America.
The Industrial Revolution gave employers new powers over workers, but economists failed to adjust their vocabulary — or their analyses
The Smith-Paine-Lincoln libertarian vision was rendered largely irrelevant by industrialization, which created a new model of wage labor, with large companies taking the place of large landowners. Yet strangely, many people persist in using Smith’s and Paine’s rhetoric to describe the world we live in today. We are told that our choice is between free markets and state control — but most adults live their working lives under a third thing entirely: private government. A vision of what egalitarians hoped market society would deliver before the Industrial Revolution — a world without private workplace government, with producers interacting only through markets and the state — has been blindly carried over to the modern economy by libertarians and their pro-business fellow travelers.
There is a condition called hemiagnosia, whose sufferers cannot perceive one half of their bodies. A large class of libertarian-leaning thinkers and politicians, with considerable public following, resemble patients with this condition: They cannot perceive half of the economy — the half that takes place beyond the market, after the employment contract is accepted, where workers are subject to private, arbitrary, unaccountable government.
Hello! May I request Jungkook assassin AU where you’re the mastermind and he’s the one doing the dirty work? Something came up when he’s on mission and you ended up having to jump into the scene and help him. Maybe this request is rather hard, but it’s okay, take your time. thank you ^^
A/N: Nonnie Thank you for requesting this!!! I never done one before, and honestly i’m not sure i delivered :’), but thanks for the challenge!, i enjoyed writing this a lot, and this is so far my longest fic :’D, love and good wishes for you noonie! <3
WordCount: 7.4k Genre: Action | Angst Pairing: ReaderxJungkook (Gender Neutral) Triggers: Cursing,Violence,Gun,Blood,Kidnapping,Drug business I’m such a grandma for saying it like this
“Thank you! Enjoy your coffee!” You waved and smiled at the customer after handing the order. Sighing you turned around grabbing the warn off green cleaning cloth to clean the working table from some milk and chocolate syrup that got spilled. Taking a look at the white watch on your right wrist you noticed it was midday. Judging by the amount of people who came to the shop today this was going to be a slow day
“Hey Y/N,” your manager called, eyes fixated on the screen of his phone.
“Yes boss?” answered, arranging your apron and leaving the chores to pay full attention to him.
“You’ll stay late today, one of the others can’t cover night shift.” he commanded, covering his mouth with his hand to cough.
“Boss, I can’t… I have some other things to do today, important things” you scratched the back of your head.
He looked up from his phone and nailed his eyes on yours, walking forward to position himself in front of you he dedicated a condescending smile.
“Hey, It’s okay…I know you have more important things to do,” He patted your shoulder. You lifted your eyebrow weirded out by this action.
“Really?” you asked already knowing he was obviously lying.
“Yeah…” He keep patting your shoulder and smiling “But you know what?”
“What?” You inquired.
“If this work gets in your way, then I don’t have any problem in firing you. You know? Taking this heavy weight off your shoulders” He cooed.“So, then…your can have all the time you need for your ‘important’ things. I mean, you probably have a lot of homework from your studies. Oh wait…” He placed a finger over his lips. “You don’t study. Right?” He inquired.
Ohh I love Josh! I don’t know if I can write him well enough for a fic, but how about some headcanons with the sweetheart? <3 I’m sad there are no good gifs of him to use. Aaaa TT_TT He is kind of very forgotten isn’t he? :( Doesn’t matter, I love him!
Just dating Josh things:
Josh 100% does the whole ‘looking at you when you aren’t looking’ thing. Sometimes he stares for a long time when you’re busy doing stuff. Onlookers will comment that it’s creepy, but it’s actually because Josh is running through a million ways that he could approach you to start a conversation. He often gets trapped and caught up in the little details like ‘what if you don’t like the topic’ or ‘what if you’re busy and you abruptly end the conversation’ or ‘what if you don’t understand what he’s talking about, how should he explain it?’. This stops him from approaching you a lot. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you, he just can’t figure out the ‘best’ way how, so he gives up.
That being said, as you spend more time with him, this happens less. Josh will find it easier to say ‘hello’ to you and then work in silence on whatever he’s tinkering with. Sometimes he will turn and just ask you a random question like ‘what do you think of this’, but it might be a fairly serious topic. This is how Josh does small talk, so don’t be concerned. Conversations that don’t have an outcome like a new point of view or an idea for a solution are kind of a waste of time to Josh.
Josh really appreciates you spending time silently with him. Like while he’s working you’re near him reading a book. Just physically be in his area. Touching at first is probably better to be left for him to initiate first so you know he’s okay with it. Later you’ll find Josh really loves hugs and hand holding! He gets super shy when you give him forehead kisses. He’ll kind of awkwardly mutter something about having work to do and then go huddle in the corner with a red face.
You can also spend some time with Josh playing Pokémon! He actually really enjoys it. His favourite feature is breeding the Pokémon with perfect stats. Working out the breeding steps and finding the right traits and stats is part of problem solving and he loves it when you ask him to breed you a particular Pokémon to trade. It makes Josh really happy when he sees your face light up when the Pokémon is traded to you and he explains why it’s pretty much the best it can be. Praise your amazing breeder boyfriend! As an aside, some of the Pokémon he likes are: Xatu, Slowpoke, Klefki, Espurr, Wobuffet, Noctowl, all the Unown. There are lots more though!
“The Chaco War (1932–1935) was fought between Bolivia and Paraguay over control of the northern part of the Gran Chaco region (known in Spanish as Chaco Boreal) of South America, which was thought to be rich in oil. It is also referred to as La Guerra de la Sed (Spanish for “The War of the Thirst”) in literary circles, for being fought in the semi-arid
Chaco. It was the bloodiest military conflict fought in South America
during the 20th century, between two of its poorest countries, both
having previously lost territory to neighbors in 19th century wars.
During the war, both landlocked countries faced difficulties shipping arms and supplies through neighboring countries. Bolivia faced particular external trade problems, coupled with poor internal communications.
Although Bolivia had lucrative mining income, and a larger better
equipped army, a series of factors turned the tide, and Paraguay came to
control most of the disputed zone by war’s end.
The ultimate peace treaties granted two-thirds of the disputed territories to Paraguay.”
Tell me how to feel on this crazy day, pls. Saad coming home makes me happy, everything else.. not so much... But there's got to be some sense to it, right?
It took me a little bit longer than expected, but I think I’ve rationalized at least the Saad/Panarin trade, so let me see if I can bring you some peace there, dear anon.
Currently, Saad and Panarin have identical cap hits. That means, right now, this trade gave the Blackhawks exactly $0 in cap space to use toward other players (or to just not be over the cap at all, which they still currently are). The only logical place to go from there, then, is that the Hawks weren’t looking at the salary either player would have to be paid in the upcoming season. Instead, the Hawks were likely looking two seasons ahead here. After the 2018-2019 season, Panarin will become a UFA and will likely be looking for a huge payday (I’d argue he probably could have found one anywhere else but Chicago even before then). Saad, on the other hand, will still have the same cap hit through the 2021-2022 season. That’s an additional two seasons that the Hawks could keep Saad without having to pay him a penny more. Could the Hawks have held onto Panarin for one of those remaining two seasons and then traded him, before his contract was up and he deservedly expected more money? Sure. Would it be a guarantee, at that time, that the Hawks could have flipped him for Saad? Not at all.
Additionally, the Hawks already know that Saad fits into their system. They didn’t have to take a gamble here. I honestly doubt that Panarin would have been traded for a player that the Hawks were even slightly unsure of. Panarin already fit the system, he already had a solid place on the second line, he already had a role on the team. Basically, if the Hawks weren’t getting Saad in this deal, I would expect that Panarin would still be a Blackhawk. There was no way Bowman could have risked letting go of one of the few important pieces of the team without absolutely knowing that what they were getting in exchange would work. And Saad works. We know that already. He slots in on the first line obscenely well, and I can almost guarantee that’s where we’ll find him on opening night.
On top of that, it’s obvious that the first line was a weakness last season (and the season before that). It’s been a weakness since, well, we lost Saad. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, that line has not been able to really find its groove for the last two season. Do I think the trade was made purely to benefit Jonny, then, considering we all know which line our Captain will center forever and ever amen? No, I don’t. And for all the talk of Jonny not being able to produce without Saad, he still had 58 points in both of the last two seasons without him, just eight less than he had when Saad was on his wing in 2014-2015. Still, I think, if you look back on the chemistry of the team and of the lines especially, you’ll see that, yeah, Kaner has been able to produce on a line with just about every other forward on the team on any given game night. Jonny, not so much. So while it’s hard to see one half of such a dynamic duo in Kaner and Panarin go, this isn’t the last we’ll see of Kaner absolutely slaying in points production, we don’t have to worry about that too much. What Bowman was worried about, at the time the trade was made, was that our top line wasn’t exactly on top of anything at all, and this trade could fix that, without impacting the overall production of our other talented core players. This isn’t to say I believe Kaner should be expected to fit with whatever new linemates he’s paired with, but that’s an entirely different discussion (or rant) to have at another time.
I’ll also tell you right now I don’t buy two arguments that I’ve seen going around to justify this trade. Number 1 is that Saad is younger than Panarin. Sure, when you get down to it, Saad is actually the younger of the two. But Saad is 24 and Panarin is 25. You’re not going to convince me that the Hawks thought about those 12 months (almost exactly, actually, with Saad turning 25 on October 27 and Panarin turning 26 on October 30, eerily enough) and gave a one year age difference any sort of significance in making this deal. The second argument is that Jonny and Kaner somehow made it known that they wanted Saad back on the team. I saw the tweet that’s been going around, claiming that our two superstar players loved Saad and let the front office know their feelings. Do I think that they do love Saad and would have liked to see him back in the Hawks jersey? Of course I do. They won two Cups with him and clearly shared a friendly relationship with him. Do I think they actually approached Bowman and asked him to make a trade happen? No. Do I think Bowman asked for their opinion before making this particular trade? Again, no. I don’t buy it. Kaner and Jonny might make $10.5 million each and they might have helped the team win three Cups (so far), but there’s no way I think Bowman approached Pat and asked him if he’d like to lose his linemate for Saad. I don’t see it happening.
As for the Hjalmarsson trade, I’m still not convinced it makes any sense at all. Sure, Hammer only has two seasons left on his current contract and I’d expect him to get paid at the end of it. But Hammer, even more than Panarin, seems like he would have benefitted the team in sticking around for at least those next two seasons, before he either walked or made another deal with the Hawks. He’s one of only three dependable defensemen we have at the moment, at least as far as I can see, and we don’t really have any defensemen coming up in the system that are ready to fill his role in the lineup on opening night. I don’t know enough about the two defensemen we got from Arizona in this deal, and maybe Stan’s seen some tape on them that makes him believe they can block slapshots from Chara all night long, but I think we’ll really have to just wait and see on this one, at least.
This got a little out of hand but hopefully, dear anon, it brought you some peace of mind, at least where one of these two blindsiding trades is concerned. At least until the other shoe ultimately drops (and I’m not saying it’s happening on or just after June 30, but that’s when Kruger’s bonus kicks in, so, jussayin’).
I found my notes from AP English Language (actually one of my favorite classes ever) and thought some people might benefit from the definitions in there. A few are common knowledge and a few are probably things you’ve never heard of. Examples included! The ordering isn’t completely logical, but here you go.
Soooo, it’s not exactly Mafia AU (more like underground agency) but I was slightly inspired by the power teaser so hope you like it :) This is basically an introduction the the ‘universe’ so yea not a lot ofexo in this one.
♥ Thanks for the reading ♥
The city of
Seoul was always busy. People walking through each other in big crowds, like
hordes of insects needing to bring their earning back to the nest. It was a
controlled chaos. Everyone had their time and place, everyone knew the way of
getting through. Every single person, part of the seemingly chaotic swarm. Between them
was no one really significant for once. Everyone
looked the same if you looked at them from a far enough distance.
This girl always
had a knack for the poetic.
She heard her boss sigh through her earbud. “Don’t you think it’s slightly
suspicious to have someone comfortably hanging of the side of a
skyscraper.” the woman’s tone seemed bored and sarcastic as it usually was,
causing her to let out a chuckle.
don’t know. I feel like that’s a day to day thing to see in Seoul.” She
said but climbed her way back up to the roof.
the deal?” Quinn asked, holding her bud firmly against her ear so the wind
didn’t affect the sound.
“Half a mile
south, you should be able to get there in time. I’ll send you the exact
The map soon
appeared at the left side of her view. “I’ll be there in no time.” She stated,
Because a lot of my friends seem to be sick lately. Have some DAI-themed sympathy.
For purposes of this headcanon, I am assuming that head colds exist in Thedas, that magic and potions can alleviate symptoms but not cure them outright, and that, while people don’t have a full-fledged germ theory they are aware of contagion and contamination as contributing factors to disease outbreak.
To the surprise of some members of the Inquisition, Blackwall is extremely reasonable about colds. While he’s still functional, he’ll power through, but once he’s fuzzy-brained or short-breathed enough that he’s no longer operating at peak performance he’ll remove himself from the situation. His favorite cold cure is a particularly nasty Fereldan whisky in hot water with honey and Rivaini lemon, although as far south as they are, usually all the lemon he can get his hands on is dried. (Sometimes Cole will come to visit him and then, as if by magic, there will be fresh slices of lemon instead of dried in his toddy.)
Cassandra is the worst illness patient ever. She considers herself not to have the time nor the patience for colds… and the fact that she nevertheless contracts them from time to time doesn’t disabuse her of this. It is sadly clear that being sick offends her dignity, and so she denies it for as long as possible. She persists in attempting to go about her duties as normal even with the cold, and sulks when someone finally sends her to bed, and then she’s crabby about it. Her favorite cold cure–once she has finally admitted to being ill at all–is chicken soup spiked with vinegar, with a side of trashy romance novels. (When she is feverish and tired and crabby, Cole will come and read to her. Or… not so much read: he holds the book, thumbs the pages, but the words he’s speaking are reflected out of her head, her memory of the book she wishes most to have read to her at that moment.)
Having spent so much time in various Circles, Cullen knows just how fast disease can spread in an isolated location. (While it is certainly not the most traumatic thing that happened at the Kirkwall Circle, Cullen still vividly remembers the Great Gallows Stomach Bug Incident of 9:35 Dragon.) So at the first feverish morning or sign of a sniffle, he is meticulous about isolating himself from the healthy: keeping at least a desk’s-width between them at first, and when the illness finally manifests in full, wrapping himself in blankets in his room and not coming out. His favorite cold cure is elfroot tea with plenty of honey. (When he is on his third day of self-imposed isolation and is bored and lonely out of his mind, Cole comes to visit, bringing nigh-incomprehensible scraps of gossip from around Skyhold.)
Dorian’s coping mechanism for illness is to be at least as annoying to the people around him as the cold is annoying to him. Suffering in silence is not in his nature–or, rather, it is, but only for serious issues. The trivial ones, he will complain about loud and long, and get some measure of satisfaction out of the snorts and eyerolls it inspires. Dorian swears by a particular herbal brew–a trade secret from a particular potion shop in Tevinter, that must be imported at considerable cost–made from sixteen special herbs and spices, bitter as the Maker’s wrath and cloying as Andraste’s smile. He magnanimously offers it to his suffering fellows, but none of them trust the stinking herbaceous brew. (When Dorian is feverish and uncomfortable enough that even complaining can’t make him feel better, there will be cool hands on his brow, though he won’t easily remember that it is Cole responsible.)
Qunari are nothing if not pragmatic, including about illness. Iron Bull prides himself on being tough, but he has no qualms about taking himself off to bed as soon as an illness takes effect. “The sooner you start taking care of yourself, the faster it runs its course–you can’t fight Vints and a sickness at the same time, that’s like taking on one enemy when another’s already flanking you.“ (He’s often the one most vociferously attempting to send a sniffling Cassandra off to bed–not that she listens.) His favorite thing when he’s sick is a drink made from the juice of bitter oranges, with or without a shot of strong spirits. (Once Bull is asleep, and only then, Cole slips in and hums the same songs the Tamassrans used to sing to him, until the wrinkles ease on his sleeping brow.)
Josephine much dislikes the inconvenience of illness, almost more than the discomfort itself. She has a vast collection of dainty handkerchiefs–embroidered, lace-trimmed, so pure and pristine a white that they look out of place in such a ramshackle location as Skyhold–and goes through them at a rapid pace while insisting that she is quite all right, don’t mind me, please forgive me for not shaking your hand–it is just a little thing, but I would not wish to give it to you! When she is finally forced to hole up in her room under her counterpane, she drinks a lemon honey tea with a heaping spoonful of crushed garlic (and takes care not to breathe on anyone; it is more pungent, in its way, than Dorian’s Tevinter medicine–although Josephine would tell you that it is the offensive strength of the garlic that makes it so effective), and still brings all of her scrolls and letters to bed with her so she can at least keep up on her correspondence. (Cole slips the half-read letter from her hand, caps her inkwell and sets it aside, and pulls the blanket up over her.)
For Leliana, a cold is not as much inconvenience as it is for many others. She does not often travel, and she can continue to write letters and send out agents even when quite ill–but that doesn’t mean she has to like it. As far as anyone outside Skyhold knows, the Nightingale of the Inquisition is never indisposed. Within Skyhold, people know to keep out of her way when she’s looking red-eyed and unusually murderous. When her head is congested, Leliana craves a basin of hot water filled with dried lavender blossoms; she tents a towel over her head and breathes the steam, lets it draw away both illness and tension. (When Leliana is sick, Cole slips not only honey but also steeped thyme into her wine. Sweet and sharp to clear both her head and her heart.)
When Sera gets sick, she’s no stoic about it: she bitches and moans from moment one all the way through when the cold has run her course. But she doesn’t let it stop her–as she will tell you with a snort, normal people don’t get to just stop doing stuff when they’re ill, not if they want to keep eating. It takes one of her friends ordering her to bed to get her the rest she needs. At whatever stage of her illness, she swears by an old peasant remedy: mugs of stout, to shore you up (and with enough mugs, to make you forget how bad you feel). (Cole never lets Sera know he’s there–he knows that he upsets her–but he makes sure that the tavern waitress knows to bring her ale when she wants it, and he piles up the blankets at night since she insists on keeping the windows open.)
It is rare that Solas falls ill, and when he does, he treats himself with tinctures and potions of his own, of a startling efficacy. (He is not stingy with them, but for some reason they never seem to be quite as effective on others.) Quite often his companions aren’t even aware that he was sick to begin with. More often than not he uses it as an excuse to contemplate the mysteries of the Fade: how sickness and spirits interact, whether a Spirit of Illness could be convinced to work on your behalf rather than against you. (Cole sits on the table next to his bedside, elbows on knees, and listens, listens, listens with infinite patience. That is more important to Solas than tea or soup: being listened to.)
Varric is almost as crabby about becoming ill as Cassandra, although he hides it better–or perhaps differently. While Cassandra is in snappish denial about it, Varric makes increasingly-bitter jokes about the rotten timing of this cold or the discomfort of that cough. Dwarves don’t fall sick very often, and Varric seems to treat it as a personal affront whenever he does–and as with all personal affronts, he faces it with snarly humor. His preferred method of treatment is a camphor salve to clear his sinuses (an Orzammaran dwarf treatment, but one his parents brought with them to the surface) and a shot of strong liquor to dull him to the tedium of sickness. He eats soup, too, but only under the steely eye of one of his friends. (Cole’s eyes are never steely, but he provides the soup nonetheless, and sits by Varric’s bedside listening to him complain as he eats it–feeling the strange way Varric’s mood lifts even as his complaints become more and more poisonous.)
It is a sure thing that Vivienne is far too dignified to ever have a stuffy nose or a cough or a fever. Vivienne is purity and perfection, too far above mere mortals to ever catch their diseases. …At least, so she would prefer people believe. So at the first sign of any disease, she shuts herself up; she could not possibly honk noisily into a handkerchief, darling, that’s absolutely common. She continues her work via correspondence, borrowing Leliana’s messenger-birds without leaving her rooms. Her preferred remedy is a strong Orlesian herbal soup, which she drinks by the bucketful while holding a handkerchief to her nose and plotting refined vengeance on the world in general and illnesses in particular. (Cole ensures that her pot of soup–kept warm over an array of tallow candles–does not run short, refreshing it with potent herbs and soothing broth at regular intervals.)
Cole doesn’t get sick–at least, not at first. For Cole, sickness is something that happens to other people. And, somewhat guiltily… he rather likes it. Sickness is a straightforward hurt, and it is not usually difficult to find out what someone needs to soothe it, whether it’s lemons for Blackwall or lavender for Leliana or a fresh set of handkerchiefs for Josephine. And it is a hurt that almost always runs its course, leaving its sufferer better in the end. It is nice, after so many tangled-tormented-thoughtbound-tremulous pains, to see a pain that he can soothe so easily with a cool hand or a warm cup of tea.
If and when he becomes human enough to catch a cold, Cole finds the tables turned. There is Cassandra reading at his bedside, Varric pouring him a mug of soup, Blackwall with whisky and lemon, Leliana leaving branches of lavender by his bedside, Bull with juice and spirits. Spirits for a spirit–but not all spirit, not all, not anymore, human enough to be sick, human enough to be cared for.
How do you and raedmagon decide who writes what? Is there one that always writes the smut and the other is more about the political discussions? Or is it a chapter is yours, the next is theirs, and you outline together what you both want from the chapters? I'm really curious to know how these collaborations happen.
Lol nothing so complicated as that - we actually just trade off every 500-750 words or so. We get together to outline a story, and then we get down to it. Sometimes we’re not too enthusiastic about a particular part so we’ll trade off and make/let the other person take care of it. Oh and we always do our best to stick the other one with the comeshot XD
That one particular Autistic Problem™ where your thought process upon seeing that a Bad Person shares one of your special interests can go one of two ways: a) they can’t be THAT bad if they like the thing, or b) I’m clearly just as bad as that person because I like the thing, now the thing is tainted.
😍: How does your muse act different once they start to like someone?
Ranya starts with gifts. The trinkets and baubles will be practical, well thought out, and will likely cost a considerable amount of gil. She likes her intent and expectations to reflect through the presents she gives to her intended companion. Considering the lady is looking for an independent,
hard-working, logical partner, her gifts can’t be needless luxuries.
Next is the invitation to her home, and through that, the invitation to stay in it as needed. Ranya lives in a very empty house, having rebuilt her family estate without a family to fill it. If she respects someone enough to allow their footsteps to echo in her halls, then that’s definitely something.
Another route is being offered a place in her line of work. If she trusts someone enough to let them help her with tasks pertaining to her financial structure, that’s huge. Maintenance of an information network on top of investments in particular textiles and trade…well, it takes a lot out of her. And anything one might learn while working with her could easily be sold to the next highest bidder to drive her family’s business into the ground.
I had a lot of fun with this particular trade. The unmasked leper is a lot of fun; while I personally prefer pustulent secondary infections, I decided to go for scaly and cracked, harlequin-esque skin.
I have some non-fanart works in the pipeline but having a chance to do another portrait of this guy is great!
“Shit, kid. It’s been a while.” He stopped by this particular trade outpost for some much needed resupplying when he spotted the paladin. “What’s been going on with you? Besides, you know–” Motioning with his hand. “–being gallivanting across the stars as one of the heroes of the universe.” He himself had been busy, hence why he had yet to visit the paladin as of late. It’s amazing what kind of shit his fellow ravagers would get into when they’re bored and he’s not around to knock it into their heads not to do stupid shit.
NAVRATRI DAY 9: NAVAMI - MAHISHASURA MARDHINI / MAA SIDDHIDHATRI
Mahanavami is third and final day of Durga Puja. Mahishasura Mardhini Puja is observed on Mahanavami. It is believed that on Maha Navami day Durga killed the demon Mahishasura. The last and ninth Navadurga Goddess Siddhidhatri Puja is performed by Navadurga Shakteya sampradaaya people. In South Indian tradition, people perform Ayudha Puja on this day in which they worship their particular tools of trade. Some perform Vahana (vehicle) Puja on this day as well. Today’s color is pink.