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The Catcher in the Reeds: Lufasan mythology

Lufasan mythology draws from a variety of sources, the main ones being Jutic cultural traditions, original developments, and the more than thousand years of Gfiewic influence.

The first of these three, the Jutic cultural base, is held in common with South Jute and Coastal Jute, from which Lufasans originate. This includes above all the story-telling of oral traditions and the teachings of Saandism, a god-agnostic religion with communitarian and environmentalist teachings. This legacy serving as a connection to other Jutic cultures however has been over time increasingly been obscured by a variety of factors.

The first and most significant one is the very different landscape and way of living of Lufasans. Compared to the homeland of Coastal Juteans, the coasts of a tropical island, Lufasa is a temperate and landlocked country mostly composed of flat river plains. Furthermore, while most of Jute is covered in rainforest, in Lufasa most forests had been cleared centuries before writing arrived in the 1300s and replaced with fields and meadows.

As a result, many myths ended up changing and adapting to the new environment, the agricultural and pastoral lands next to wetlands full of reeds with long meandering rivers rather than the rainforest gardens and fields of jute near beaches alongside a deep sea. The life as farmer or shepherd, rather than as gardener and gatherer. The animals and beasts they might encounter.

Nonetheless, while the mythological beings and location changed, key themes and morals often remained, such as the emphasis on the value and importance of community, respect for the elderly, environmental protection and the building up of settlements and society.

For example, Tahi a nihamode nav netude, myths of wise elders living at the border of civilization, i.e. where the rainforest began, fighting snakes and owl-monsters, became myths of crafty elders living in remote locations at the edge of the known world, far away from any village, hunting elks, and using natural resources sustainably.

Some entirely new myths also arose out of the new, initially very unfamiliar terrain and vegetation, building on the same familiar themes. Rivers, due to their importance for e.g. irrigation, transport and a source of food came to be seen as the natural mothers of the country and there were many myths associated with them that have no equivalent on the island of Jute.

Wolkre aaxmu tacone, or The Catcher in the Reeds, talks of a river spirit that catches careless reed harvesters who attempt to harvest too much or otherwise disturbs the wetlands and pulls them down into the river, drowning them, but rewards those that attempt to maintain and preserve the landscape and is not greedy when taking reed. The noteworthy thing here is that oral tradition has it that there are many people who have seen it with their own eyes, heard it, and even smelled it.

The myth of this sighting eventually spread to reed-growing regions of Gfiewistan as well, and after having undergone changes came to be known as the myth of Degkebbz Gemd, or Reed Man. A man with a body of reed that stalks reed thieves and other people who try to hide from their obligations near the river, and if they don’t leave, uses a high-pitched cry sounding as if from a flute, accompanied with an overwhelming smell of the river bottom soil, to paralyze them, making it easy for them to be brought back to their duties, or, if necessary, prison. Another version has Reed Man pursue outlaws to the next village himself, but disappearing before anyone can see him.

But Gfiewish culture has in turn also influenced Lufasan mythology a great deal, especially following the conversion of Lufasans to Piir, the native Gfiewish religion that predominated before the arrival of Iovism from overseas. Aspects that were adopted did not just include various rites and rules, but also a variety of myths, such as of the Gfiewgjknsior Beast, trolls and other spirits and cosmological beliefs.

Piir involves a kind of panentheistic animism, where everything is animated by a single entity, life, which exists within the mostly uninvolved creator god, putting all life on one level and demanding a life of peaceful coexistence with other parts of nature, which overlapped with existing environmentalist beliefs and so could be accepted as their extension.

Furthermore, a fundamental idea of Piir is that living beings and celestial bodies collectively are responsible for everything that happens in the natural world, including the weather, the seasons and the passage of time, and that hence manipulation of the natural world through shortcuts such as magical spells is possible under trance.

Attempts to drive out Piir beliefs by later Iovist missionaries from Gfiewistan were unsuccessful, and so the first king of a unified Gfiewistan who had tried to force the entire land to submit to this religion from overseas had to contend with these beliefs still remaining widespread, and since they had mostly disappeared in Gfiewistan, they became a marker of national identity for Lufasa.

After gaining independence in 1852, Lufasan mythology continued to develop in its own way, attempting to return to its Jutic base again, emphasizing everything from before the beginning of Gfiewish influence, such as myths involving Lufasan villages, their origin, life in it and more.

Later, myths surrounding the larger cities appeared as well, in particular the first wave of industrialization in the 1930s with its rapid boom-bust cycle leading to the appearance of many new urban legends about incredible amounts of wealth or artifacts providing superhuman strength. Spirit sightings continue as well, although some have taken to calling them cryptids nowadays, to give them a widely debated scientific pretension.

Lufasa has since become a haven for cryptozoologists, who take great interest in both the traditional and modern varieties of Lufasan mythology, as do treasure seekers and people involved with the occult, all contributing to its further development.

Image source: Rick Harris from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

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june-again · 3 years

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KARASUNO masterlist.

HINATA SHOYO

-> THE WEDDING THAT WOULDN'T┊ angst┊ 1k you didn't belong at this wedding.

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO

-> THE WRONG THING┊angst, platonic ┊600 a volleyball loss led Kageyama to overthink his decisions.

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TSUKISHIMA KEI

-> LOSING┊angst-fluff, enemies to lovers ┊2k this game of hating each other was getting old.

-> RUNAWAY ┊angst, enemies to lovers, ♬ ┊400 he disliked you, sure, but he didn't despise you.

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE [1 NEW VOICEMAIL!]

-> 9:03PM┊ fluff, crack?┊500 hinata was going to be traumatized after seeing this.

-> ISOSCELES ┊ angst, love triangle ┊ 1k you’d always hated trigonometry.

-> THE NIGHT WE MET ┊ angst, ♬┊400 he had made so many mistakes.

-> RUN TO ┊est. relationship, timeskip ┊8k all it took was the tiniest detail to ruin everything.

-> TO BE NEAR ┊ friends to lovers ┊3k the question was whether he would wait for you or not.

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NISHINOYA YUU

-> BE THERE ┊ angst, established relationship┊2k he never should have left.

-> ISOSCELES ┊ angst, love triangle ┊ 1k you’d always hated trigonometry.

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AZUMANE ASAHI

-> BEDROOM CEILING ┊vent ┊1k prompt: “please don’t leave me.”

-> CHERRY ┊fluff, est. relationship, ♬ ┊500 you were all he needed.

-> GLOVES┊angst, college!au ┊1k maybe you weren’t all that special. but to him, you were.

-> IMPOSSIBLE┊fluff, timeskip ┊12k chance brings you into the life of an upcoming designer.

-> SPOT-ON ┊college!au, friends to lovers┊6k you’d wasted so much time keeping your feelings from him.

☆ timeskip headcanons ┊ fluff

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SUGAWARA KOUSHI [1 NEW VOICEMAIL!]

-> CLOSURE ┊angst, ♬┊400 it was your greatest fear coming true.

-> DAMAGE ┊angst, aaaanggggstttt ┊1k his perfection was his toxic trait.

-> FORGET-ME-NOT ┊fluff with a hint of angst ┊1k at least you would get to say goodbye before he left.

-> GOOD THINGS FALL APART┊angst, ♬┊ 400 he wished he knew what went wrong.

-> SWEET, HYPOCRITE┊college!au, friends to lovers ┊6k jealousy issues do not mix well with being bffs with sugawara koushi.

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SAWAMURA DAICHI

-> DREAD┊ vent, est. relationship┊1k no matter what, he'd always be there to listen.

-> WHY, WHY, WHY┊ PT. 1 | PT. 2┊angst ┊ 2k it was times like these that hiding your relationship was taxing.

-> YOUR WAY ┊angst┊1k if you got your way, he’d never find out.

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NAVIGATION

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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fix you.

ೃ pairing: (village prince! katsuki bakugo x princess mononoke! reader)

ೃ tags: princess mononoke au! studio ghibli au!

ೃ warnings: mild use of weapons and strong language

ೃ part 1/2 of the princess mononoke! au

ೃ word count 4.119 words

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ೃ Loosely based off of Princess Mononoke! Not necessarily a word for word retelling/alternate universe. You can read on without any prior knowledge of this beautiful Studio Ghibli film. Hope you enjoy!

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ೃ Katsuki Bakugo is the righteous yet arrogant village prince of the east. The entire village relies on him for protection and for guidance, further inflating his ego. however, after a cursed boar attacks him and the curse is passed on to him as a poisonous mark on his arm, slowly consuming him until he becomes a demon himself. he is exiled without hesitance from his village and is to go on a journey to look for a cure, a journey he might never come back from. With the help of two of his most trusted allies, he embarks on a journey to look for the gods of the forest in where he meets a girl (just as striking as him) who brings him back down to earth, saves him and make him experience a true life worth living.

“Damn this life.” Katsuki curses under his breath, rolling up his sleeves, and collecting clear water from the riverbend and transferring it into his jar.

“Hey! This isn’t that bad!” Eijiro Kirishima, son of the second in command to Katsuki’s mother, his most trusted ally and #2 most annoying fucker on this planet, cheekily grins, patting the blonde on the back. “We’ve gone through worse things in the past. And yet here we are! We’re still alive! Aren’t we?”

“Yea! We’ll find the forest gods soon! Offer food for them and hopefully they give us a cure! This is going to be easy!” Denki Kaminari, another one of his most trusted allies, grandson of one of the wise elders, and #1 most annoying fucker on this planet, reassures his friend whilst aimlessly fixing the saddle on his elk.

Why did life have to be like this?

Who did Katsuki Bakugo infuriate from high above to have this tremendous bad luck and fate be put upon him? All he wanted was to live a noble life as a village prince, have his mother pass down her position of power onto him, become the new village chief, live a life of prosperity, help his people, and then pass away with no regrets. But life just had to do this to him no?

After an unexpected attack of a raging cursed boar consumed by black slithering enigmas in the hills of Mustafu village, the handsome village prince was the only one able of combat who was around the vicinity at the time. He had no choice but to hurl himself in front of the boar, shooting one of his famed arrows, sharper than most and one of the best in his arsenal. The boar had met its demise by his hands. However, not without getting revenge at Katsuki, by passing its curse onto him. The black ooze slithering onto his arm before the animal had fully perished.

That was the worst day of his life.

As the son of the village chief and as one of the most well-known individuals in his tribe, how was he supposed to react?

Katsuki had always been number one. Never once slipping to loss or to failure. Never getting injured. Never letting his guard down. Never disappointing his parents. Never losing his pride nor his mighty personality.

He was the paragon of success.

But, sometimes, the best people feel lost and useless too.

The fact that his mother had easily let go of him, have the wise villager elders speak ill of him and banish him, having to leave everything he had loved and worked hard for, lose his position as a prince, and have the people of his village look at him in abhorrence and disgust, had ended up becoming the most painful experiences he ever had to go through in his entire life.

Leaving quietly at the dead of the night with no proper goodbyes but a brief hug, gift of a good luck charm from his mother, and the willing accompaniment of his two most trusted friends (although he would not like to admit the appreciation he has for them, he was very grateful) on this fruitless journey… He could never have it any other way.

What kind of life was he even going to lead from here on forth?

He didn’t want to stop believing. He didn’t want to lose hope. This wasn’t like him. Katsuki Bakugo knew who he was. He knows how headstrong he is, how prideful, persevering, and how much of a smart-ass he is. He had no time to sulk and contemplate about his demise and what fate had in store for him.

Although, it would be nice if he could release all these pent-up emotions and frustrations at least once. Just once.

He just has no idea how to and who to open up to.

Putting his vulnerable emotions aside, he is going to defy his destiny and take down whatever may come his way.

Making sure no one was going to stop him from doing so.

“Let’s go.” Katsuki jerks his head, gesturing his party members to start walking to the other side of the forest.

“Wait… haven’t we gone there already?” Kaminari protests, not raising his voice nor overreacting because even he knew that Katsuki was on a bad mood as per usual. (With this being the second afternoon of their journey and because they have to leave their animal companions by the river due to how unstable the geographical and terrestrial properties of the forest were.)

Katsuki shoots him a glare, the other blonde clearing the lump in his throat in response. “Okay okay! Let’s go then!”

They quietly navigate through the forest, hearing nothing but the sound of their own feet stepping on the grass, crickets chirping, fireflies flying about, the towering trees swaying with the wind, and the calming yet lonely atmosphere of the woodlands to accompany them.

“Kirishima.” Bakugo calls out coldly. “Are you sure that this is the same forest depicted in the legends?”

“Positive.” Kirishima replies, nodding aimlessly whilst turning his head and taking in their surroundings. “If we spot some Kodama, that means we’re near the tree that stands alone.”

“Tree that stands alone?” Denki asks, tilting his head and sparking a discussion. “Also, what even is a Kodama?”

“You’re the grandson of a village elder yet you’re asking me?” Eijiro narrows his eyes at his other blonde friend. “Kodama are the little white spirits who live in trees. They don’t necessarily guide travelers but instead watch them. They only intervene if ever anything bad happens. If we see them appear then that means we’re close to the spiritual core of the forest. The tree that gives life.”

Yakushima Forest. Located in the southern region, is the settlement of the forest gods and the place where the oldest trees of Japan and those known to man stand strongly. The power and the spiritual energy stored in this wonderous and enchanting forest could only be seen and could only be discovered by heroes and travelers with a pure of heart as the forest was welcoming only to visitors with pure and selfless intentions. However, to those who wish to exploit it and to ruin its beauty will be punished heavily by the gods in the most gruesome ways possible.

Katsuki breathes out a hefty sigh, leading his two other friends who were happily following him from behind. There was this bizarre feeling of anxiety welling up inside him. He was not himself and he couldn’t tell why. All he could do was pretend to remain calm and collected…

He will find that cure.

He will be able to save himself and he will be able to come back to his village, victorious and free of the curse.

Bakugo stops in his tracks when they encounter another streaming river. His two companions almost bump into him with how abrupt he halted in his steps.

There was something amiss in the river.

It wasn’t a bad spirit nor was it some bad energy, but Katsuki could feel something.

There was someone else there.

And he felt that they weren’t exactly the friendly type who would help them.

“Bakugo-sama, why did we stop-“ Kaminari is hushed by his blonde friend before he could even have the chance to utter another word. Kirishima quickly picked up what Katsuki is trying to motion to them and proceeds to quietly scout around the area. “There’s a girl? Wolves too.” He whispers from behind a bush not far from where his friends were standing.

“Let’s go back to the nearby village. Stay at the inn there.” Bakugo whispers sternly, as if not wanting to hear any other remarks from his friends.

“Wait! Bakugo, I know we’re near the tree. Why stop now!?” Kirishima fussed. He knew something was up. “We’re pretty close. We can just set up a fire here then-“

“I said let’s head back. Damn it.” Katsuki repeated his words. This time, in a sort of a growl. “If you don’t want to go back, feel free to die here if you want.” He starts treading back to the path where they came from. Denki looks at his red-headed friend worriedly, even he, of all people, had finally noticed that there was something wrong with their most beloved village prince. Kirishima nods at him cautiously, the two of them walking together behind Bakugo.

They quickly got back to the small village near the forest with no interruption, as the chit-chatter and the energy radiating between both Kirishima and Kaminari were low as Katsuki was in a even terrible mood, refusing to talk to any of them nor humoring their antics and small jokes.

They continue to spend the rest of their day in silence. With, Katsuki, immediately heading back to his quarters to rest whilst his two other companions remained outside to help some village folk and prepare dinner.

The village chieftain of the quaint settlement had a good relationship with Katsuki’s mother. They were good trade partners and the village chief wanted to do everything in their power to help Katsuki be free of the curse by the means of giving him a private inn to stay in and come back to whenever he and his friends would like to. It wasn’t much, but Katsuki needed all the help he could get on this otherwise hopeless quest. Even if he refused the said offers at first.

After another awfully quiet bonding time with Bakugo at dinner, the convivial duo had to break the silence. Denki had thought of the most wonderful idea of bringing up the topic of the girl who was accompanied by wolves in the forest. Because, hey, it’s a girl in the forest! What could possibly be weird about that?

“Hey! So about that girl that we saw…” Kaminari suddenly speaks up, nudging Kirishima in the arm, signaling him to answer his query. Bakugo barely looks up at the sound of his friend’s yapping, continuing to play with the food on his bowl. “Who do you think was she?”

“She’s most probably the wolf princess.” Eijiro shrugs casually, biting on a roasted corncob. “Yakushima forest is protected by the three animal gods whom we know by now as the forest gods. The Wolf goddess, The Gorilla king, and The Deer god. The Deer god being the most powerful of them all. There have been rumors and reports going around that the goddess had taken in an abandoned human girl, and was treated as one of their kin years ago. The girl holds pure resentment for her own kind and chooses to live in the Yakushima forest, taking down every single human who has negative intentions and evil plans for the land she lives in.”

“Well, if she’s that badass, then you shouldn’t call her a princess. She’s a queen!” Kaminari remarks, biting on his newly roasted corncob, listening eagerly to Kirishima’s tale. Bakugo looks up at Denki and the goofy blonde could have sworn he saw a small smile form on Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima laughs at his friend’s little quip, “You’re right. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“You weirdos should get to sleep. We go back to the forest first thing in the morning.” Katsuki stands up from his seat, his hands in his pockets, grumpily trotting away to the inn.

“Oh.” Denki blinks. “That was faster than I thought. I didn’t expect him to be convinced so easily. Did you pull that story from your ass Kirishima-kun?”

The red-haired teen shook his head. “Nope. All of that was real.”

“For real? You’re not joking?”

“Yup.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Goodnight then!” The other blonde leaves his seat, patting Eijiro in the arm before leaving and going back to his quarters.

Kirishima looks up at the glistening night sky, a few stars present in the sky to greet him a wonderful night, the boy hoping he would find an answer amongst the stars. “May the gods help us in our adventure.” He breathes a hefty sigh, closing his eyes. After a few more minutes of praying for guidance, he puts out the fire and retreats back to his room.

The night passes by quickly, another day of their adventure waiting to unfold.

“Don’t you dare come back here you disgusting prince.”

“No one wants him here! Got it? Let him go on this adventure and never come back!”

“He’s just a burden. To be cursed by an animal as simple as a boar? Pathetic.”

“Useless vermin.”

“Banished forever? How sad.”

“A prince falling from grace? Predictable.”

The voices of the village people echo in his head.

These were words from them that he was not meant to hear. Ones that he accidentally heard before leaving that same night. These were the words that will haunt him forever.

He, Katsuki Bakugo, of all people, would let all these horrid, vile, and false words get to him?

These were the same words with the same meaning that he’s heard hundreds and hundreds of times from different people, yet it never got to him. He chose to ignore them.

But, why now? What was going on? Why was he feeling this way?

Katsuki awakens at the dead of the night. Beads of sweat falling from his temples, his breath hitched and his body aching. He was not himself right now and this intense feeling of uneasiness and torment confirmed it. Although, he wanted to keep this to himself. He didn’t want anybody else to know what he was feeling. He could overcome this on his own. He could do this all on his own.

“I’ll show them.” He continues to breathe at a fast pace, still a bit shocked by the nightmare he had just seen. “I’ll fucking show them that I am the prince of the Mustafu tribe.” He props himself up from his sleeping mat, reaching for his neatly folded clothes beside him. “And nothing’s going to change that.”

Katsuki begins to get dressed, feeling nothing but anger and determination running through his veins. He puts on his grey vest and wraps his red cape onto his back. He continues to put on his ensemble when a sudden rush of pain begins to throb in his arm. Bakugo’s immediate reaction is to curl up, holding his stomach to try and ease the pain.

The curse was acting up again, reacting to the anger and negative emotions that Katsuki was feeling right now. The blonde winces in pain, kneeling down on the floor to take a hold of his arm that was manifesting a glowing blue and black aura. His muscle continues to throb and he could do nothing but hold it down and take in all the pain until it eventually goes away.

After several minutes of resisting and trying to ease the pain by thinking of more positive and enlightening thoughts, the throbbing suddenly stops. Bakugo goes back to breathing at a normal pace. He rests for a few minutes, making sure that his body was functioning properly once more before he quickly heads out of his private room to head to back to Yakushima forest, searching for answers. He didn’t have time to wait for Kirishima and Kaminari anymore. He was growing impatient, and hearing the haunting words of his village people circling in his head fueled his will power to get this whole ordeal done and head back home.

It was finally the end of another day protecting the forest.

You were about on your daily patrol with the wolf goddess and your wolf siblings, when you encounter three young men who looked like they were lost in the woods. You immediately assumed that they were looking for the tree of life. But they weren’t like the others. They weren’t finding it for selfish reasons. They were looking for it in hopes to find a cure for a curse. That’s what their auras were trying to show at least.

One of those men particularly piqued your interest.

He was… handsome? Was that the word that humans used?

He had ash blonde hair that spiked upwards at all angles, passionate red orbs that gave him such a striking appearance, as if he could hold up the world in his hands. Calloused hands that had taken a part in many battles, a muscular build like that of a noble warrior, a shining sword just as big as him and an arrow that he looked like he was adept at using.

Yet despite your observations, there was this mysterious air around him that you just couldn’t understand.

“(Y/N)? Dear? Is anything wrong?” The elegant white wolf goddess, Moro, calls out to her human daughter, with a worried look.

“I saw 3 dorks by the riverbend on our patrol a while ago.” You say rather jokingly, trying to remember their faces. “I should have struck them down when I had the chance.” You shake your head, reaching for the knife in your skirt and grasping it.

“How so?” The goddess twitches her ear, as if raising an eyebrow at you. “Did you feel any bad spirits within them? Any emotional aura? I told you to do that before attempting to attack anyone remember?”

“There was this particular man among them who had strong energy. He was radiating a gloomy yet aggressive energy. Like that of a person hiding their true emotions to remain strong and brave to the outside world. I kind of felt sorry for him.” Your voice trails off as you nestle your body next to the wolf goddess, along with your siblings who were cuddled up next to you too.

“Why don’t you go check up on him then?” Moro replies casually, as if teasing you. You raise your head up, feeling a tint shade of pink appear on your cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

A shrieking noise began to ring in your ears, signaling that a human has entered the forest. You quickly rise up from the bed of leaves you were sleeping in. Running out of the cave, you gallop down a slope and sprint your way to the foot of the forest. The spirits guiding you to where you needed to go.

You feel the hostile energy yet again.

Could it be the young man from earlier?

When he enters your field of vision, you climb up the nearest tree to get a clearer look at him from above and from afar.

He still had the same expression plastered upon his face since this afternoon. An irritated and scornful look, yet there was kindness in his eyes that you couldn’t describe.

It wasn’t the kindness that you would see from the eyes of a regular person but it was a kindness that was combined with a desire to protect the people around him. It was different and oddly comforting.

You continue to observe his every move, waiting for him to mess up or try to hurt the magical properties of the forest before you confront him to ask why the hell was he even roaming around in the forest, in the middle of night like a fluffy dog.

Katsuki noticed you standing on the tree-tops.

You weren’t exactly the greatest hide and seek player.

However, he chose to shrug you off and ignore you as he continues to look for traces of spiritual energy that could lead him to the tree of life.

Based on the stories that Kirishima had told, he was actually a bit surprised by your appearance. He couldn’t make out your face with the mask that you were wearing but he noticed your mildly disheveled hair, the ragged clothes you had on, a cape made of white fur and a necklace adorned with three fangs hanging on your neck. From that alone, he knew you were a princess. Not your conventional princess per se with all the jewelry, intricate headpieces and beautiful dresses but, the presence that you have has sort of a dignified feel to it. You might not look like the part but you embodied everything that a princess should be. Headstrong, intelligent, confident in her beliefs, and never afraid to stand her ground.

That’s what Katsuki thinks at least.

With all the stories that Kirishima had recited about the Yakushima forest, you were one of the most interesting bits.

Katsuki Bakugo was enthralled by you in more ways than one.

You were a mysterious enigma that he had to unravel.

You were getting a bit tired of watching him aimlessly roam around the forest. He was absolutely going nowhere which is funny because he didn’t strike you as a person who had no sense of direction. In an alternate universe, he’d probably be kidnapped by some villain or bad guy if he continued to be reckless like this, just walking around without a care in the world.

You spoke too soon.

You barely dodge a sharp arrow that pierces through a tree. It wasn’t from the young man you were watching but from someone else. Thieves. two of them.

You forgot that you weren’t able to sense other humans entering the forest if you focus on a particular one. It completely slipped your mind that there would still be sick individuals who would try and attempt to find the riches of the forest despite the many incidents happening time and time again warning humans to not enter the Yakushima Forest if they want to explore it for their own selfish desires.

You hastily jump down onto the ground, releasing a flurry of punches and kicks at the thieves, knocking 2 of them unconscious. You thought that the fight was over until you hear agonizing screams from the other side of the forest.

You quickly sprint your way there, hoping nothing serious had happened and no one was hurt in the process.

You arrived in a secluded area, tall trees covering the sun or the moon for the light to seep into, resulting in a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

You stop in your tracks when you notice six thieves unconscious on the ground too. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when you notice that the boy was panting heavily, injuries and deep wounds were present all around his body. He was terribly injured. He stares at you for a few seconds before collapsing onto the ground.

You grit your teeth, approaching him with a scornful look. “You’ve wasted your life by getting in my way!” You sheathe his blade from it’s scabbard, pointing it directly to his chest. Katsuki’s chest rises up and down, a sign showing that he was breathing normally but was at the brink of unconsciousness.

“I’ll cut your throat! That will shut you up!”

“You’re beautiful…”

He mumbles, his eyes fluttering open, making intense eye contact with yours.

You suddenly feel your heart race, thumping loudly. You pull the sword away and jump away from him. You were taken aback by his words because of how he caught you off guard just like that. Who gave him the right to do this to you? Who was he in the first place?

Why did he make you feel all these soft and mushy feelings right now?

Who gave him the right to do this to you?

A human being?

A feeling sparking in your chest...

Is this what humans call love?

- To be continued.

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hevalenroje · 3 years

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navê min Elke Dangeleit e. Ez 61 salî me û karê min etnologî û rojnamevanî ye. Ez careke din bûme namzet ji bo Meclîsa Encûmenên Navçeyê (BVV) ya Friedrichshain-Kreuzbergê, bi taybet ji ber ku ez dixwazim dengê gelê kurd li navçeyê bilind bikim.

Ez ji 1977an ve li Kreuzbergê dijîm û ji hingê ve ez bi xem û kêşeyên penaberan ve mijûl im, bi taybet ên penaberên ji Rojhilata Navîn.

Mijarên min ên sereke ev in: entegrasyon/koçberî, siyaseta pêşveçûnê ya herêmî û jin/queer

Min di vê meclîsê de çi destnîşan kiriye û çi bi cî aniye:

Dostaniya bajaran a bi Dêrika bakurê Sûriyeyê re

Mijareke taybet û sereke ya karê min ê li BVVê ew bû, ku di navbera navçeya Friedrichshain-Kreuzberg û bajarê Dêrika li bakurê Sûriyeyê de dostaniyeke bajaran pêk were.

Ev yek karekî gelek zehmet bû, ji ber ku diviya em partiyên din qayîl bikin û bi wan bidin zanîn, ku dostaniya bajaran girîng e û rêbazeke piştgiriyê ye bi kurdên hemwelatiyên navçeya me û hevalên me yên li bakurê Sûriyeyê re, ku wan bi fedekariyeke gelek mezin canê xwe di şerê li hemberî Daişê de dane.

Dengek ji bo civaka tirk û kurdên çepgir

Ji salên 80î ve ez piştgiriyê didim hemwelatiyên tirk û kurd ên pêşverû û sekuler.

Min hevgirtina bi HDP û şaredarên girtî re xiste rojeva BVVê, û di derbarê wêrankirina navçeya Sûrê de, ku neavçeyeke dîrokî a bajarê Amedê ye, li salona şaredariyê pêşangehekê pêk anî. Ez piştgiriyê didim Civata-Dêrsimê, ku dixwazin bi peykerekê mexdûrên Komkujiya Dêrsimê a salên 1937/38an bi bîr bînin û li navçeyê ciyekî din ji bo wan were diyarkirin, ku ji ber jinûveçêkirina pirtûkxaneyê mexdûr nebin.

Di Komîteya Jin û Queeran de ez bi xem û kêşeyên jin û Rêxistina-LGBTIê ve mijûl im, ku koçberiyê jiyane.

Ez di vê dema xebata meclîsê de ya li BVVê dixwazim çi bikim:

Piştgiriyê bidim pirzimaniya li navçeyê

Materyalên agahiyê wekî berê hêjî tenê bi zimanên cuda yên dewletan tên amadekirin. Her çiqas hejmareke zêde kurd li vê navçeyê bijîn jî, zimanê kurdî piranî li ber çavan nayê girtin.

• Ez dixwazim, ku tevahiya weşanên navçeyê bi zimanên bi bandor ên li navçeyê werin amadekirin, bêyî ku hemwelatîbûna mirovan li ber çavan were girtin.

• Ez ji bo perwerdehiya zimanê kurdî ya li dibistanên me têdikoşim, da ku hemwelatiyên me yên kurd, ne wekî tirk, sûriyeyî, êraqî yan jî îranî werin qebûlkirin û ev yek biguhere.

Piştgiriya wan misilmanan bikin, ku rê nadin „Îslama Siyasî“

Dersa dînê îslamê ya li dibistanan hete niha hêjî ji aliyê saziya dînî Diyanetê ve tê fînansekirin û sazkirin. Di beşdariya hemwelatiyên me yên koçberiyê jiyane de giranî tenê li ser tevlêkirina wan koman bû, ku berjewendiyên xwe diparêzin. Li ser civaka misilmanan xuya dibe, ku ev yek riyeke şaş e, çimkî ev komên berjewendîparêz piranî siyaseta welatê jê hatine diparêzin û nûnertiya bi qasî 25% hemwelatiyên misilman dikin. Misilmanên lîberal û demokratîk ne rêxistinkirî ne û ji ber vê yekê dengê wan nayê bihîstin û ew ciddî nayên girtin.

• Divê dersa dînî ya îslamê ji aliyê mamosteyên dînî yên serbixwe, lîberal û perdehiya pedagojiyê dîtine ve were dayîn.

• Ez dixwazim riyên nû yên wisa bibînim, ku mirov xwe bikaribe xwe bigihîne misilmanên lîberal û nerêxistinbûyî û xwe tevlê bike. Ez dixwazim diyalogekê bi pirsporên cûrbicûr yên navçeyê re saz bikim, ji ber ku mirov nikare bi riya bersivên hêsan vê yekê çareser bike.

• Divê Desteya Şêwirmend a Koçberiyê hem pirrengî û hem jî cûrbicûr be. Divê êdî ciyê Rêxistinên neteweperest û îslamî yên „Îslama Siyasî“ di nav de tune be.

Piştgirî bidin xebata kal û pîran a di warê çandî de hesas

Ji kal û pîrên, ku koçberiyê jiyane, re bi taybet di mijara lênêrînê de piştgiriyeke bi vî rengî pêwîst e, ku li gorî çanda wan saz dibe. Ji bo ku di lênêrînê de navçandî xurttir bibe ez ê têbikoşim, ango bo nimûne bi riya perwerdehiyên di derbarê vê mijarê de.

Xebata min a bi taybetî li navçeyê û di koma LINKEyê ya meclîsê de:

• Hem gelê kurd ê ji her çar welatan ê li navçeyê û hem jî êzîdiyên hindikaya dînî xurt bikim û derxim pêş.

• Ji bo hemwelatiyên me yên koçberiyê jiyane xebata di beşên cûrbicûr de. Divê tevahiya beşên siyaseta navçeyê bala hemwelatiyên me yên, ku koçberiyê jiyane, bikişîne. Entegrasyon tenê wisa bi ser dikeve.

Hemwelatiyên kurd ên hêja,

ji bo min bi taybet ev yek girîng e: ez bi kesên nijadperest, îslamîst, homofob û saziyên wekheviya bo jinan naparêzin re naxebtim, ango bêyî ku ez neteweya wan li ber çavan bigirim. Di vê mijarê de ez ji ya xwe nayêm xwarê. Ez ji bo civakeke pirçandî û demokratîk têdikoşim, ku her mirov ciyê xwe lê dibîne.

Ez ê kêfxweş bim, ku hûn dengê xwe bidin LINKEyê, da ku bikeve BVVê.

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pigeonplays · 3 years

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do you take requests?

No, sorry. I used to but then I realized that they stressed me out so now i just make whatever i feel like ･ᴗ･

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can you make your functional binder as an accessory?

No! it’s not possible with how cc meshes work. it won’t flatten your sims chests. There’s nothing I can do or honestly want to do to fix it. I’ve retired that piece of cc and I ask that you do not send me questions about the binders. please.

can I edit/include the mesh one of your pieces of cc and release it?

yes!!!! please do!! i love to see people who use my cc to make cool and amazing things!!! i ask that you give me credit as courtesy,, but otherwise go crazy!!! i have an open TOU!

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bewusteburgers · 3 years

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Wetenschap: het nieuwe dogmatische geloof

Wetenschap: het nieuwe dogmatische geloof 'We moeten luisteren naar de wetenschap' krijgt de bevolking te horen vanuit de politiek. En de meerderheid doet dat ook, zonder vragen te stellen. Want wetenschap is nu éénmaal gebaseerd op 'feiten'. Deze 'feiten' hebben we als leken echter niet zelf onderzocht, dus komt het neer op een geloof in wat anderen, de wetenschappers, ons vertellen. Daar mogen we niet aan twijfelen, dat is zo. Nochtans hebben zij het voortdurend over 'voortschrijdend inzicht' en verandert dus de hele tijd hun 'waarheid'. Geert Iserbyt, leertrajectbegeleider van het leertraject Bio- & BD-Landbouw bij Landwijzer, schreef een boeiend artikel over welke soort wetenschap wij kiezen en of we dit bewust kiezen, of nemen we gewoon over wat iemand anders ons vertelt. x

x Een tijd geleden zei een wetenschapper nav de corona-crisis : “Voor mij heeft in deze crisis de wetenschap haar gezicht verloren”. Dat raakte me en bleef hangen. Ik dacht er over na en kwam tot de bedenking dat voor mij de wetenschap niet zozeer haar gezicht heeft verloren, maar dat ze veeleer meer dan ooit haar ware gelaat laat zien. Er is een dominante richting in de wetenschap, die maar wat graag zichzelf voorstelt als de enige ware. Dat fenomeen hebben we al eerder meegemaakt in de geschiedenis, nl in de godsdiensten. De wetenschap heeft in de voorbije eeuwen de godsdiensten van de troon gestoten in het bepalen van het mens- en wereldbeeld in de samenleving, maar de drang om zich te profileren als de enige ware is niet veranderd. De dominante wetenschap is in veel opzichten een ideologie geworden, een nieuw geloof; even dogmatisch als veel geloofsrichtingen dat zijn geweest en soms nog steeds zijn. Ze verdraagt niet dat andere inzichten haar hegemonie in gevaar brengen. En net zoals altijd gaat het daarbij in menig opzicht om macht en geld. Het roept ieder van ons op om wakker te zijn en stil te staan bij de wetenschap waarin we geloven en niet zomaar klakkeloos aan te nemen wat men ons vertelt. In elk geval ons af te vragen wat de uitgangspunten en de grondhouding zijn van het mens- en wereldbeeld dat we aannemen. Doen we dat omdat het ons zo wordt verteld en ingeprent, of omdat het ook echt past bij de waarden en uitgangspunten die we zelf als waar ervaren? Ontwikkelen we ons eigen waarheids-zintuig of laten we ons een waarheid dicteren? x Het ganse artikel lees je hier: Opinie Geert Iserbyt: welke wetenschap kiezen we? x x Read the full article

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hikertrashprincess · 3 years

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Day 38

Woke up chilly after a night of rain. We were motivated to walk to town. On the way we met some park employees who told us not to eat at the grill because it “is very processed.” I guess they don’t know what hikers eat.

I scared a herd of elk before I emerged from the forest into an eerie moonscape. The sulfur smell hung in the air. Then we started seeing the thermal pools. I was very excited to see this most Yellowstone-y part of Yellowstone. We walked lots of boardwalks seeing all kinds of steaming pools.

It was a big contrast being surrounded by tourists. The park was very crowded. We also walked into a building and learned that while we were out in the woods masks came back.

I relaxed in town, dried my tent, charged my electronics, and bought more food.

I headed out late and proceeded to do an extremely terrifying road walk through the park to the next location.

I hung out with Ninja, Nav, and Fetch for a bit before going to a backcountry campsite where I thought Top was waiting. He wasn’t there and didn’t show up. I figured the safest thing was to stay where he knew I’d be and contine with the planned iteninerary.

He ended up showing up at 11pm after some folks had given him dinner.

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deflik · 3 years

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Vandaag zag ik op de website van ‘Het Laatse Nieuws’ een artikel dat mij deed reflecteren naar ‘de tijd van toen’. Ben nog steeds overtuigd, ondanks de opvallende patronen in de volledige politiewereld, je communicatief steeds rekening moet houden met de evoluerende maatschappelijke omstandigheden en met de eigenheid van elk korps, dienst of afdeling. Zo stond het niveau van de politiecultuur binnen het Gentse korps tijdens het schandaal van de vrouwenhandel begin jaren negentig vorige eeuw, op een historisch dieptepunt. De Gentse politie werd, nav vernoemd schandaal doorgelicht en moest afrekenen met een verrotte interne mentaliteit. Andere korpsen hebben niet noodzakelijk eenzelfde loutering meegemaakt. We zijn eruit geraakt door keihard samen te werken en samen maakten we van het Gentse korps de maatstaf waaraan anderen zich toen toetsten.

Waar velen zich blindstaren op de problemen, zagen wij toen een kans om het tij in de meest gunstige zin te doen keren, onder leiding van de toenmalige directeur van de Oost-Vlaamse Politieschool, Freddy Carlier.

Na de implementatie van de vernieuwde werking kreeg ik als verantwoordelijke van de Directie Externe Relaties de opdracht ‘het korps’ opnieuw te verkopen aan de bevolking. Heb toen allerlei initiatieven opgestart, maar wat zeker in het collectief geheugen gegrift zal blijven, is de televisieserie Flikken. Het begon allemaal op 20 januari 1998 met een werklunch met Erwin Provoost, toen producer van het succesvolle Windkracht 10, scenarioschrijver Pierre De Clercq, vriend en medemerker John Schellens en ondergetekende. Het gesprek zou over de ontwikkeling van een nieuwe serie gaan, een serie met als werktitel Tracks die zich zou afspelen bij de spoorwegpolitie. Niet dus. Het resultaat van de lunch was een politiereeks over de Gentse politie, gemaakt met en door de Gentse politie, met de provocerende naam Flikken… De afspraak was dat we één jaar lang, in dertien afleveringen op zondagavond, het verhaal mochten vertellen over (het werk van) politiemensen. Het bleef niet bij dat eerste seizoen, het werden er elf.... De rest is geschiedenis.

Het succes van de Flikkenserie en de daaraan gekoppelde Flikkendagen hebben natuurlijk een enorme boost aan het korps gegeven. Zoiets doet wonderen voor de interne en externe politiecultuur. Geen enkel ander korps in België heeft dezelfde hoogdagen als die van Gent meegemaakt.

Wat ik ervan leerde was dat we ‘onze’ communicatie van loutere informatieverspreiding dienden te verschuiven naar communicatie die samenhing met de organisatie en die over de organisatie zelf ging. Dit is corporate communicatie en zou eigenlijk de norm moeten worden ? De beeldvorming over het politiewerk is grotendeels gebaseerd op de ervaringen en de verwachtingen van de mensen waarmee we werken. Imago is daarom belangrijk om de kwaliteit en de cultuur van het korps te weerspiegelen. Met je imago bezig zijn is dus geen ijdel navelstaren, maar een bewuste keuze om aan je doelstellingen te werken. Met je imago kun je je korps een rationele én een emotionele definitie geven, waarin je de ziel van je organisatie kan vastleggen. Als toen leidinggevende van de communicatiedienst van Politie Gent had ik het genoegen om, met mijn schitterende medeMerkers, onze werking zoveel als mogelijk te enten op de visie van corporate communicatie. De aanpak van corporate communicatie zorgde voor een effectieve informatieverspreiding (zowel intern als extern), een positieve korpsidentiteit (zowel intern als extern) en een bestendige relatie met de verschillende partners.

Communicatiemanagement veronderstelt een geïntegreerde aanpak van communicatie. Op termijn zullen alle medewerkers zowel online als offline converseren en als ambassadeurs mee instaan voor de korpscommunicatie.

Heel direct gezegd: spreek niet met twee tongen!Dat vergt eenheid van beleid en heldere afspraken die voor alles en iedereen gelden. Het vereist dat je continu mensen bij de les houdt en meegaat met de tijd en de (digitale) veranderingen.

Met sociale media kan je de externe communicatie van een korps een stuk breder maken. Je kunt je boodschap rechtstreeks tot bij de burgers brengen, zonder de tussenkomst van de drie grote media (televisie, radio en krant) en zo ontwijk je de mediafilter. Politieberichten die anders het journaal of de krant niet halen, kunnen via sociale kanalen toch bij een geïnteresseerd publiek terechtkomen. Of je nu een persbericht wilt verspreiden, je reputatie na een incident wilt opkrikken of je oor te luister wilt leggen bij de burgers, sociale media bieden je mogelijkheden en opties die met de klassieke media ondenkbaar zijn. Het mag contradictoir klinken, maar door persberichten vrij te geven op het web kun je sommige doelgroepen beter bereiken en een boodschap beter controleren dan door ze met de klassieke media mee te geven.

Reputatiemanagement

Er wordt veel over de politie gesproken en geschreven – en soms in niet al te positieve bewoordingen. Als je zelf deelneemt aan deze gesprekken, ben je in staat om als eerste nieuwe geruchten op te vangen, te peilen naar de emotionele temperatuur van de sprekers, in dialoog te gaan en mogelijk zelfs de teneur van bepaalde gesprekken te verbeteren.

Reputatiemanagement is het beheren van de e-reputatie die je organisatie heeft. Sollicitanten, lesgevers, politici en potentiële partners worden steevast gegoogeld om hun imago na te kijken. Op welke websites hebben zij informatie over zichzelf gepost? Welke opinies verkondigen ze en welke strekkingen hangen ze aan? Zijn er (gênante) foto's of verhalen terug te vinden? Ontevreden burgers, kwaadwillige personen of pressiegroepen kunnen via sociale media op korte tijd een groot publiek bereiken en veel negatieve publiciteit genereren. Als er op een bepaald moment negatieve geruchten rondgaan, kunnen deze heel hoog scoren in de zoekmachines en zo een enorme impact hebben op je imago. Hoe meer activiteit en reacties bij een bepaald web bericht staan, hoe meer Google juice het aanmaakt en hoe hoger dit bericht bij de zoekresultaten op Google gerangschikt wordt. Ook nadat de storm is gaan liggen, loopt je organisatie het risico nog lang met negatieve berichten in de resultaten van de zoekmachines te verschijnen. Als je je enkel op je eigen website concentreert om je e-reputatie te beheren, ben je dus verkeerd bezig.

Je online reputatie is sterker als je op elk afzonderlijk platform herkenbaar blijft. Hou dus op de sociale media websites een consistente huisstijl aan. De huisstijl is meer dan enkel het logo: het is een ‘normenboek’ dat bepaalt hoe alle grafische kenmerken op een systematische en coherente wijze worden gebruikt. De huisstijl is een teken van (h)erkenning: het is uithangbord van de politieorganisatie en bepaalt mee het imago naar de burger toe.

Collectieve ambitie

Een reputatie maken en houden doe je natuurlijk niet alleen. Een collectieve ambitie helpt je om de interne cohesie en coherentie van de organisatie te bevorderen. Hoe meer je medewerkers zich kunnen identificeren met de waarden of hogere doelen van je korps, hoe groter de motivatie en de betrokkenheid tussen de personeelsleden bij het (samen) nastreven van de doelstellingen. De collectieve ambitie zorgt ervoor dat medewerkers, gedreven door enthousiasme, op de hoofdweg blijven en niet te veel zijwegen inslaan. Dat dit een impact heeft op je imago spreekt voor zich.

Wees er echter van overtuigd, het vraagt veel werk, je moet er elke dag in investeren, want wat jaren heeft gekost om op te bouwen, kan in een mum van tijd weer verloren gaan..... en daar ben/was ik, spijtig genoeg, ook getuige van ....

#denieuwepolitie communicatie SEGPol veilig2030politie veiligheid

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