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chiokedmachi · 8 months
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Winter Wonderland in Davos, Switzerland: A Magical Alpine Escape!
Hey there, fellow travel enthusiasts! Let me take you back to an unforgettable winter adventure I had, going into the new year, filled with magical moments and heartwarming experiences. It all began with an invitation to perform some of the music from my Heartless Reign – EP at a dazzling New Year’s party in Messery, France. The energy and excitement of the event were simply electric, leaving me…
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mihrsuri · 22 hours
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See a post I just reblogged from @moderatelyprosperouspeasant made me think again about a fic about Roger in Carthak and how he and Chioke definitely fucked and Roger was definitely playing him the whole time because while they are both The Worst Roger does have way more swag.
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randomstuffprime2 · 6 months
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any Buttwitch/Butt Witch from Twelve Forever?
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oc-cafe · 10 months
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Stories, skelons and tits
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Vea tires easily, they are after all, still recovering. They ask me for water and give me no answers. 
I lead them to the kitchen, which is now mostly deserted, the servants having long disappeared into their beds. Some of the messengers mill about outside, just having returned from their various tasks. I wonder what it must be like for them, refugees who made their home in serving a kingdom that they don’t consider as their own, never in the same spot, swift as Dhoruba’s wings and  ever changing like the waves of Baharini’s waters . 
I do not wish to become them. 
“How do you know where everything in your castle is?” Vea shakes their silently and I notice the silver glinting through their hair. 
“Zuri, my sister, and I used to play here with the other children.I suppose we learnt all the hiding spots and the rooms along the way...” I trail off, voices of the past now deafening.  
There I had bandaged Eren’s cuts when they’d fallen into some bush while we had been playing, there Zuri had burnt her dress, there were the places my father had taught me how to clean the stems of flowers, there I had prepared soup with him, there I had found Gabriel and Zuri kissing for the first time, there was the grate I had cut open my hand on, there was the place my father had gently taught me the healing salves, there was that, there was this, memories washed over me, drowning me.  
“What was it like?” I barely hear Vea but some distant part of my brain computes their question. 
“It was fun, loud and absolutely lovely.” I smile a little as I think of the girls I used to know. So many of us drifted away as the war waged on, I wonder what they’re doing now. 
“It seems so.” One of them was called Vriti,  she used  to be popular, her parents had been immigrants from Alinthi, her father a merchant and her mother the head healer, they’d left five and a half years into the war. She’d been barely thirteen. She had a sister, older than her by three years, I think her name had been Reet or something of that sort. 
“Do you miss those days?” Vea asks, leading me out of memory lane. Thousands of names cross my mind, Adunbi, Aziza, Badru,  Chioke, people I used to know, with faces that sacrificed themselves to time. 
“Desperately.” I don’t know why I don’t lie but something about them compels me to tell them the truth. They sigh softly, fixing their glasses, they stretch their legs out in front of them, letting their cane lie at their side as they sit down on the kitchen stool. 
I pour them a glass of water, allowing silence to fill the room. Neither of us say a word, simply enjoying the feel of the cool night air. The utter silence leaves me with a heavy heart but a clear head. 
And a clear head is what I need right now. 
It matters not that my heart still weighs me down, that the grief seems to smother me until I can scarcely breathe, it matters only that the answers I need are within my reach. 
Speaking of which, 
“Vea. You promised me a story.” 
“Impatient, are we?” They sigh again, and I bristle. They sigh quite a bit.  
“Yes, well. I wasn’t allowed to be at the forefront of the war.”
“Be greatful for that.” They sit up sharply, eyes flashing with an emotion I cannot name. 
“Yes, whatever. Now, story.” 
“Fine. There’s people under the sea and they were allies until they weren’t.” 
“Oh okay… then- wait..What.” People under the sea? Did they hit their head on their way here? 
Do I need to hit them on their head?   “Yes Princess, there’s people under the sea. They’re called Skelons, they’ve got blue hair, and they can breathe underwater, they’re Baharini’s bitches.” 
I burst into laughter, they really had me going for a moment there. I really thought they had something important to say.
“Yeah, of course, and the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that fucking Baharini’s real.” I really did inherit my father’s sailor mouth. 
They gave me a sheepish look. 
Abeba’s tits. 
They have got to be kidding. 
“And do you have any evidence to back up this outrageous claim?”  
“Am I not proof enough?” I give them a quick once over, a broken nose, a few scrapes and bruises and broken glasses.
“Right, your….state is supposed to prove to me that there are people living under the sea?” “Not people princess!” They stand up, eyes wild. 
“They’re  monsters. We would be fools to believe otherwise!” All this excitement seems to be getting to them. 
“Look! Look at this and tell me that a man could do this-” 
“Kiongozi Amaris! Please! Get a hold of yourself!” I attempt to still their wild hands as they work furiously to rip off their tunic but ultimately, I fail. 
They shrug off my hand and continue  frantically unbuttoning their tunic. 
Well. This is not how I anticipated this evening to go. 
Maybe I could still make a run for it. 
I take a step back. 
And Vea steps forward. 
Or I could just punch them in the face and run. 
That’s probably not gonna work. 
I’m not very strong. Or good at running. Or… punchy. Is that a word? 
Fuck it. 
I’ll just drown them in the sea. 
Let ‘em be with their sea monsters. 
“Princess I know what this seems like and I’m sorry- I promise  I’m not trying to impose myself on you or somethin-” 
“Then could you kindly put your clothes back on?”
“I will… just- this is something you have to see to believe.” They finally shrug their clothes off and I scramble to cover my eyes. 
Wait. 
This is literally my castle. 
I can look wherever I please. 
I peel my fingers off my face and finally look at Vea. 
Bandages cover most of their body, except a few portions. 
The wrappings around those areas seem to have rotten and fallen away,I reach forward, my hand just barely brushing the edge of the gaping hole in their abdomen. 
It's hypnotising, it's almost as if their blood poisons the wound. I let my fingers brush the edge, and travel further up, tracking the path of scars, exploring the openings between bandages, and letting them tell me a story no words could ever describe.
Because no mortal weapon could ever have inflicted this kind of trauma, because swords and arrows can only cut so deep.
But these?
These are claw marks.
Claw marks that grow grey and luminescent blue under the gaze of the gentle summer moon.
Claw marks that shift and sway like the waves of the ocean that crash against our shore.
Claw marks that resemble the ones embedded into my city's walls from where Baharini once severed her village away.
A/N: Once again, not beta read, but then again when is it?
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dr-dendritic-trees · 10 months
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"This is the work of children and old men! ... We study war magic here - the kind of magic that changes empires!" ... Cosmas even had hopes that Arram might one day guide the lava that spilled out of Southern volcanoes
Truly, does anyone deserve to be crushed to death by a skeletal dinosaur as Master Chioke?
But more seriously, I refer you back to Kaddar's comment that Carthak used to be known for its universities and is now known for its army? Yeah, that's gonna show in what the university does and teaches. And it does. I love how well Tammy Gets It. Like, yes, criticize academia some more, I love it.
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checkoutmybookshelf · 9 months
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Ok, I've been thinking about Tempests and Slaughter again, and I cannot be the only one who is deeply disturbed by the implication that senior (and politically powerful) scholar Chioke almost certainly murdered Faizy--an early career scholar with the nerve and academic capability to actually challenge him--to frame her for his own political ends?
Like, the political ends are the suggested reason, but anyone who has seen how toxic academia can be cannot help but think "and taking out what he saw as an uppity EC scholar was a nice side benefit."
I am hardly quiet about my conviction that schools should be safe, healthy places for students, but they should ALSO be safe and healthy for EC scholars. I appreciate that Arram has so many good teachers who are willing to protect him and his friends, but also points out that no matter how many good individuals you have in an academic system, if the system is toxic, then the system needs fixing.
To red string a bit for a moment: I wouldn't be at all surprised if learning the difference between systemic and individual toxicity is a big part of the next Numair book and a major reason why Arram eventually leaves the university.
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chiokedmachi · 9 months
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On Our Playlist| Chioke Dmachi: A Musical Trailblazer with Unforgettable Performances
Chioke Dmachi is an artist who has taken the music industry by storm with his incredible voice and captivating performances. Having graced renowned …On Our Playlist| Chioke Dmachi: A Musical Trailblazer with Unforgettable Performances
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It does naturally follow that leftover princes should stick together.
This is the Everyone Gets A Redemption Arc version of the Ozorne thing.
Ozorne gets dragged to the Fire Nation for some, vague diplomatic reason when he's about 8 or 9. He does not want to be there, he does not like the Fire Nation... but he does like Turtle Ducks.
On this basis a very shy and very confused Zuko receives several weeks worth of the full Adopted By An Extrovert experience (i.e. being dragged around and talked at by a hyperactive Ozorne).
Ozorne of course has to go off to the Imperial University and is too busy/preoccupied to think too much about the Fire Nation. Eventually he decides to take Arram and Varice on a field trip to meet his old friend and see some Turtle Ducks (the perils of associating with Bird Nerds).
Ozorne turns up at the Caldera, all happy and excited and is very baffled and upset to find that is Friend is Not There!! Terrible! So, he gets the full explanation and is Big Pissed Off. He's been trained by Chioke for several years. He bounces Ozai off a few walls lightly grills him and feeds him to Enzi.
Then he gives Azula a hug and introduces her to the fun concept of taking your meds and bounces off to find his friend.
Ozorne is having a fantastic time on a Legit Adventure bouncing around on a Zuko-hunt with intermittent breaks to find new birds. Varice and Arram are having the combined experience of New Dog Owners trying to leash train a St. Bernard puppy that doesn't understand it weighs 80lbs and Going for a Walk with a Bird Watcher (i.e. they long for the sweet release of death).
The first the Gaang find out about this is some weirdo who jangles when he moves because of all the beads in his hair hops out from behind a rock and gives Zuko a hug. They are very alarmed by this. Zuko is very alarmed by this (its all the trauma).
Ozorne is possibly a touch hypomanic by this point and should probably have a lie down before attempting to explain himself:
"Zuko! Zuko! Zuko! We've been looking for you everywhere! Your hair looks terrible. Please don't be mad! We possibly, maybe, fed your Dad to a Crocodile God. Its not my fault, I just panicked and Enzi was right there -- I don't know why, he just follows Arram around. Oh - this is Arram and Varice"
"I'm sorry, did you just say you fed Firelord Ozai to a Crocodile God?"
"I'm sorry did you just say Crocodile God?"
"Its not my fault! I panicked!"
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mihrsuri · 1 month
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I am rereading Tempests & Slaughter and I am once again asking one (1) adult who has the power and authority to do so to look after baby Ozorne who just wants to vibe with birds and draft animal welfare laws. Like that’s all he wants to do! Chioke should get stamped by many zombie dinosaurs.
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kidfoundonstreets · 2 years
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cryng and sobbigat screen literally chioking face is red entire body shaking hands sweaty voice comes out in broken tones you look over and its just a pic of a furekaing anime boy
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supahstarrr · 5 months
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choking choking choking myself CHOKING CHOKING CHIOKING I . i forot i hag the fucking speaker on and the computer said fuck
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crimechannels · 5 months
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By • Olalekan Fagbade JUST IN; President Tinubu approves twelve [12] new appointments President Bola Tinubu has approved the appointment of 10 Nigerians to serve on the Board of Directors of the Ministry of Finance Incorporated (MOFI). Chief Ajuri Ngelale, Special Adviser to the President on Media and Publicity, announced the appointments in a statement on Friday in Abuja. He gave the names of the new board of members as: Dr Shamsudeen Usman — Board Chairman, Dr Armstrong Ume Takang — CEO/Managing Director, Mr Tajudeen Datti Ahmed — Executive Director, Portfolio Management, Mr Femi Ogunseinde — Executive Director, Investment Management and Mrs Oluwakemi Owonubi — Executive Director, Risk. Others are: Mrs Fatima Nana Mede — Non-Executive Director, Mr Ike Chioke — Non-Executive Director, Ms Chantelle Abdul — Non-Executive Director, Mr Alheri Nyako — Non-Executive Director and Mr Bolaji Rafiu Elelu — Non-Executive Director. Ngelale said the president placed a premium on accurate and purposeful performance assessment of both commercial and non-commercial government-owned enterprises. He said President Tinubu also wanted the consistent attainment of the highest returns possible on all investments made in trust of the Nigerian people. ‘’As a result, the president expects nothing less than the highest level of results-driven performance from this highly experienced and qualified MOFI Board and Management team,” he said. The president also approved the appointment of two members of the Board of the Nigeria Customs Service (NCS) for a term of four years as representatives of the organised private sector. Ngelale said Tinubu wished the new appointees well in their deliberations and expected the views and perspectives of the private sector would be fully articulated. The spokesman said this was imbued in the objectives of the Renewed Hope agenda for active promotion and attraction of investment across multiple sectors of the economy. This, he said, was based on the belief that the agenda would be realised through the efficient implementation of on-going reforms within the NCS.(NAN)
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dr-dendritic-trees · 10 months
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Chioke sniffed. "The structure is archai." This time Yadeen did scowl. "What is archaic is new to those who have never seen it, Chioke. Most defenses against such spells would not be able to counter it."
Oh, so in addition to being The Bad Guy Chioke is also one of those profs. Like... sure Chioke, I'm sure all the other masters think you're really cool and impressive because you know more magical history than a kid who has been studying for two whole years.
What a dick.
I mean, I actually love getting to see Tammy really get into writing academia. She's one of only a few fantasy authors I really trust with the topic. And I trust her in large part because I've seen enough of her writing to know she isn't writing "academia is bad because academics are there", I know we're not getting "oh no they're generating obscure knowledge at the obscure knowledge factory" here. We're getting one of a range of Those Guys.
Ugh. Those guys.
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am3kongchiau2 · 9 months
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[POJ] Sim kông hóe-to̍h.
[台文漢字] 心狂火著
[Kái-soeh] Hêng-iông sim-lāi chiok tio̍h-kip, chhiūⁿ hóe teh sio kâng-khoán.
[漢字解說] 形容心內足著急,像火咧燒仝款
[華語對照] 
(1) 形容心中十分焦急,如著了火一般
(2) 氣急攻心、火冒三丈、心急如焚
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