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moiraineswife · 3 years

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Drawn In - A Witsnah Fic

IT’S TIME FOR NEW CONTENT.

Title: Drawn In

Summary: Pre Rhythm of War: Jasnah and Wit's first kiss. Canon compliant. It's soft and it's fluffy and a little dramatic in places (bc Wit) but it's what they deserved!!!

Teaser: 'Counter to the vicious rumours and harsh jibes, Jasnah was still human. She did not experience lust the same as others that she knew. But she was also not a frozen husk of a woman, devoid of need, or want for companionship and comfort.

A part of her longed for this connection with another person, this intimacy, this want that she increasingly found only with him.

He was dangerous, yes, but he made her feel safe. He made mock of everyone around him, but for her he made sense, and certainty, of things she’d never thought to understand. He was a roamer, a drifter, a wanderer, untethered and bound. But he was hers.'

Link: ao3

Commission Link: Have me write other cosmere characters

“So Investiture will be found on planets with one Shard or more?” Jasnah said, speaking the words aloud as she wrote them shorthand in her notebook.

Conversing with Wit was always a stimulating process. He seemed to view each conversation as something of a duel. The chance to spar, to test his opponent, feel them out, offer them new challenges, new quips that required responses, new information that needed to be processed, new barbs to return in kind. It was invigorating.

Lately, they had been spending more and more time together. He was the Queen’s Wit, and as such he accompanied her to most public gatherings she attended, as was proper.

Something that was decidedly less proper, by Alethi standards, was the amount of time they were now spending together alone behind closed doors.

Nothing untoward had happened between them. Not yet. At times she wondered if she had fabricated the impression that it could. Then she would catch a glint in his eye, the edge of a smile curving across his clever mouth, the way his eyes sometimes darted to her lips as they spoke.

There was flirtation, too. Gentle, for the most part. He was not from this world, but he knew the Alethi well enough never to push too hard or too far. Even if she was not, strictly speaking, Vorin, the society they played within was, and there were rules that had to be abided to.

Outside of that, she had never been one for flowery compliments, or overt, blunt attempts at seduction. They felt hollow and insincere to her, not to mention distastefully brusque. It reminded her of Amaram’s entitled insistence in his pursuit of her. She did not like being made to feel she was a hog bound at the end of a rope to lure the waiting chasmfiend.

She preferred something altogether more subtle and cerebral than the usual Alethi courting methods. Someone who would dare to draw close to her, to tease at implications of what might, to pique her mental curiosity, stimulate her mind, who worked to connect with her, truly, on the most important levels.

Wit...Wit was dangerously skilled at that. And he seemed to know it was what she wanted, seemed to read the eagerness, and the intent, in her responses.

Indeed, she had considered courting him. Truly courting him, and allowing him to court her.

So much so that she had discussed it with Ivory. He was the only person whose view on the matter she considered worth taking. Had he protested, she would have heeded him, and regardless of how invigorating she found Wit, it would have gone no further.

However, Ivory, like her, was intrigued. He felt it would be a ‘good new avenue to explore for her personal growth’. She didn’t view it quite as logically as that. There was some feeling behind her own interest. More than some, if she was honest.

It was late, now. They were tucked away together, deep in her chambers of Urithiru. If anyone heard of it there would be a great scandal. She was, as far as Vorin society was concerned, a single woman. She would be expected to be chaperoned, to ensure Wit didn’t try anything inappropriate with her.

Wit seemed to consider the very definition of what each people he visited ‘inappropriate’ to be his own personal playground. He liked to establish himself within the boundaries of propriety, then slowly test, and push, and pry at them. And occasionally set them on fire and watch them burn with barely restrained glee.

He had revealed much to her in the time he’d spent as her Wit. She’d met him before, of course, and guessed at his nature and origins, but she had coaxed more concrete answers from him now.

He was an ancient creature, unlike anything she, or anyone else upon Roshar, had met before. He had visited other worlds, had witnessed their destruction, as well as the birth of the Shards that now held sway in the Cosmere at large.

The knowledge he held within his mind was incredible, incomparable.

The Heralds had been a revelation to her, as a dedicated historian. They were history come alive, walking, talking, sharing their truth with her.

Wit was the same. Yet so much more. For he was the living history of not only her planet, but many more besides.

Jasnah relished this time they spent alone together. Speaking with him, learning the secrets he carried, the keys to understanding her powers, and the powers of Roshar and beyond.

He seemed to thrive upon her questions, as much as she thrived upon asking them. He was a showman, she knew, a performer. He liked to have an audience to play to. He had stories in his soul, and his purpose was to give them to others, as he felt was appropriate.

“Quite correct,” he replied, absently, not looking at her but making some note on the papers he had propped on his legs.

He was lounging back in his chair, boots up on her desk, which she permitted when they were alone together. If that was his comfort, she would not complain. She was not Dalinar, with military discipline drilled into her. She would not chide a man for sitting as he would in a moment of private companionship.

There was a stack of parchment balanced on his raised thighs. She suspected he was taking his own notes on their conversation. He had done so before, after she had made some observation he’d actually found original and interesting enough to write down.

She hadn’t thought, after all his years of life, that she would be able to provide him with anything he had not already experienced from someone else. It seemed that she had been wrong, and that he found her as intoxicating and stimulating as she found him.

She didn’t object to him writing, either. She found the tradition of forbidding a person from their potential passions or interests based upon some arbitrary concept like gender a foolish prohibition.

Although, not having to deal with men in the hallowed spaces of her research had been refreshing, at times. Excluding a rough half of a population's minds from any topic was ridiculous, she felt.

Besides, Wit had learned to read and write long before Rosharans had even thought it unseemly. He was beyond such things. Indeed, some days he’d confessed to her he was beyond such things as gender.

“And it can exist in multiple states?” she continued, pushing her thoughts back to the topic of Investiture, stopping them wandering down avenues far darker, and more mysterious, in regards to her and her Wit, “As a gas, such as the mists you described upon Scadriel,” she had to glance at another notebook to check the name of the planet. Wit nodded vaguely, “As a metal,” she said, “Like our Shardblades,” another nod, “Or as a liquid, like that gathered at the Well of Ascension.”

“Indeed,” he said, making another few marks with his pen, still not looking at her.

She didn’t mind that, either, but she did lean over to peer at his paper to see just what he was so engrossed in.

She was surprised to see that he wasn’t writing at all. Instead, he was sketching, with delicate movements of a charcoal pencil he must have filched from her desk drawers while she’d been occupied. It was a rather impressive, and rather detailed, rendition of her.

Jasnah as he saw her. Her eyes alive, focused on her work, hair unbound, cascading around her shoulders and down her back. Fingers deftly making some notation. Her face beautifully sculpted by sweeping lines of black against the tan parchment.

It was a very different style from Shallan’s, reminiscent of the drawings he had given her to help identify the Heralds. It was less focused on realism, imprinting every aspect of a moment captured in time, and more stylistic. Obviously his work.

There was...A care to his movements, and such an intimacy to his creation that, absurdly, she found herself having to fight down a blush.

“That’s beautiful,” he murmured, glancing up at her, making swifter, surer strokes with his pencil, “If you’d just hold that pose for a moment more, my dear,” he said, as if this was the purpose of their meetings together.

“I’m not supposed to be posing, Wit,” she said, composing herself, forcing herself to sound queenly and proper. And perhaps overcompensating, by the flicker of the smirk that he gave her. “I’m supposed to be learning. From you, I might add.”

“We’re both old enough and ugly enough to do more than one thing at once, I think,” he replied blandly.

Then he stopped and looked up at her, a faint glint in his eyes.

“I do apologise,” he said, putting a hand to his chest and giving her a slight bow, without removing his feet from her desk, “I forgot to whom I was speaking for a moment.”

He reached out and deftly slid a knuckle under her chin, angling her face more towards the pool of light that shone from the goblet of spheres on her desk.

“You’re not quite what I should define ‘old’ just yet,” he said, the smile pulling apparently irresistibly at his lips.

“Wit,” she said, rolling her eyes, using the motion of turning back to her notes to cover the slight shiver that had pulsed through her at the intensity of his attention upon her a moment before.

“No, please,” he said, cupping her chin gently between his fingers and turning her back to face him once more. “I’m almost finished,” he said, almost breathless, intent, “You can spare me a moment, surely? For the sake of art, Jasnah.”

“You know I don’t care over much for art, Wit,” she said, though she did not pull away from him this time, drawn in to the faint glimmer in his eyes, the plea in his tone.

His touch was strangely electrifying. As if there was Stormlight in his fingertips, sparking between them where his body met hers. The smallest of connections, yet the broadest of implications contained within such a simple gesture.

“I know,” he said, with a dramatic sigh, “One of your very few failings, Brightness. We all must have at least one, I’m told. Except me of course.”

“Of course,” she returned, rolling her eyes again, even as she found herself suddenly, dangerously, drawn in to those bright, sharp blue eyes of his.

“There’s just...Something wrong,” he said, cocking his head to one side, studying every line of her face.

“Oh?” she said, feeling a spike of alertness breaking through the fog of her intoxication.

“Yes,” he said, frowning, “Something not quite right. I think it’s your mouth.”

“My mouth?” she repeated, confused, until she followed his gaze down to his sketch of her.

“Mm,” he agreed vaguely, nodding, “Your lips have such a precise, sculpted quality to them,” he murmured, his thumb rising from her chin and tracing ever so tenderly over them.

She had to restrain herself from closing her eyes and leaning in to him. It had been a long time since she had allowed anyone to touch her as intimately as this. It had been a long time since she had wanted anyone to touch her as intimately as this.

“I don’t think I’ve managed to capture it correctly,” he said, mirroring the motions he was making against her skin on the parchment, shaping her mouth more precisely.

Lines of flesh and lines of charcoal, and breathless daring held together in the stillness between his words, neither of them moving, neither so much as breathing through them. Held. Captivated. Connected.

“That is a shame,” she said, finally, forcing herself to get some words out.

She should draw away. She should put a stop to this. Should direct them back to their studies. This was more than he had ever dared with her before, further than he had ever pushed his teasing flirtation and gentle courting. She should not allow it. He was dangerous. The pull she felt to him was dangerous. The smart, the logical, thing to do was to walk away. To halt this before it began.

She didn’t.

She didn’t want to, Storm it. Her world had ended, and she now struggled in the muck, and blood, and ash that remained to see what she could salvage. It was cold, hard, lonely work. As it had been for all those years she’d worked alone, in shadows, unseen, unwanted, untouched.

Counter to the vicious rumours and harsh jibes, Jasnah was still human. She did not experience lust the same as others that she knew. But she was also not a frozen husk of a woman, devoid of need, or want for companionship and comfort.

A part of her longed for this connection with another person, this intimacy, this want that she increasingly found only with him.

“Perhaps,” he said, then paused, licking his lips, almost as though he was nervous. Do it a part of her willed him, say it. Please. “Perhaps a closer look?” he murmured.

She nodded, expectant. But when he slid from his chair and cradled her face in his hands, kneeling in front of her, he only traced the shape of her mouth with a tip of his finger, leaving her disappointed.

Yet she could see the want in his deep eyes, the gentle intrigue, the spark of daring that had led him to reach out and put his hands on her as he had tonight. With far more intimacy and familiarity than he’d ever risked before.

“Wit,” she said quietly, dislodging one of his fingers.

His eyes flicked to hers, and she felt her heart fluttering in her chest, as if she were an awkward teenager, fumbling into her first exploration of romance.

She forced herself under control, and made sure her voice was level when she said, “Do you want to kiss me?”

He blinked once, startled, then a smile spread across his lips, tentative, still, as if a part of him wondered she might be asking so she could put an end to those thoughts.

But he nodded, “I do, Your Majesty. Most improper thoughts for a Wit to harbour for his queen, I admit.”

“More improper still if they are reciprocated,” she said very quietly, watching his smile flare in his eyes at that.

“Indeed,” he said, now sounding almost breathless, as if he could not quite believe what was happening.

This feeling was likewise mutual.

“If you want to kiss me, Wit,” she said, “Perhaps you should stop dancing around it, and just do it.”

He held himself, suspended by shock, for a single heartbeat. Then he moved, surging towards her like a highstorm’s flood. One hand cupping her cheek, guiding her, the other sliding deft fingers deep into her thick hair.

Then his mouth was on hers, finally, and she was closing her eyes and sinking into him, and he was moving gently against her. Drawing away for a beat, heavy lidded eyes meeting hers, seeking approval, which she gave. Then again, his lips against hers, heat pulsing between them like a freshly infused gemstone.

“Ah. Yes. That helped,” he said, smiling softly at her, making to turn back to his sketch, as if that had been the only purpose of their embrace.

“Yes,” she agreed quietly, “I think that it did.”

Her tone held him in place and he bit his lip, giving her a small half-smile, no longer keeping up the joke of his sketch. Indeed, he let it slip from his lap, the pencil dropped from uncaring fingers, his attention focused entirely on her now.

“I’ve been wondering if you were ever going to allow me to do that,” he said, still sounding a little breathless, though Stormlight should have dealt with any purely physical exertion.

“I’ve been wondering if you were ever going to try,” she admitted, her fingers stroking absently at an out of place curl of black hair at his forehead.

Wit smiled more broadly at that, taking her hand and gently brushing the knuckles against his lips, “I did promise you that I would never leave your questions answered.”

He leaned in for a second kiss but she pulled back, frowning, “You leave my questions unanswered all the time, Wit.”

“I do not!” he said, affronted, placing a hand over his chest.

She gave him a flat look, “You disappeared for three weeks last month. Upon your return I asked you where you had been and you told me that you had ‘gone fishin’,” she said, badly mimicking the accent he’d used.

He smiled and rubbed noses with her, which was the last thing she’d expected, and startled her so much she almost missed his reply.

“Technically, my dear, that was an answer," he said, smiling innocently up at her.

She just stared at him, unimpressed.

Wit raised a finger, “I promised you I would give you answers. I said absolutely nothing about those answers being of any use to you.”

Jasnah sighed, then kissed him again. That seemed to take him by surprise, which was pleasing. She found herself smiling against his mouth, and he against hers, and they broke apart, both laughing softly, unable to maintain the kiss.

“So” Wit said quietly, his eyes flickering up from her lips to meet her gaze, “This is something we do now, is it?”

“I assumed when you said that you wanted to kiss me, that implied more than once,” she replied with a small sniff.

Wit smirked at her, “Rather presumptuous of you, isn’t that, Your Majesty?” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her in a way only he could get away with doing.

“Not if I’m right,” she said evenly, “And I am, aren’t I?”

Wit grinned at her, “This is one of things about you I’m so inordinately fond of, Jasnah.”

“My ‘unfettered, unyielding, and quite boundless arrogance’?” she asked, smirking slightly at the memory.

Wit paused, then cocked his head and said, “Ruthar?”

She inclined her head, confirming that suspicion. His grin broadened.

“If you’re right, I don’t think that’s arrogance. I think it’s justified confidence in oneself in that circumstance,” he said, musing.

“So I am right, then?” she said, feeling a ridiculous flutter of nervousness as she asked the question, as if he might now turn around and reject her, after everything.

Wit stroked her cheek with his knuckles and said quietly, “Given that I’ve been thinking about nothing but kissing you again since last we stopped I’d say that yes, your hypothesis has some merit.”

“I thought I already told you what you should do if you want to kiss me,” she replied, “I am not fond of repeating myself, Wit, you know this.”

“I do apologise, my Queen,” Wit breathed, already leaning in, the words pressed against her lips a moment before his mouth met hers again.

When he drew back again, Wit cupped her face between both hands, gazing up at her, intent, and said quietly, “This is what you want? I am what you want?”

“Yes, I believe so,” she replied composedly, “I have already come to the conclusion that this is a mostly appropriate course of action to pursue.”

Wit raised an eyebrow at her and she actually blushed, turning away from him, feeling ridiculous. She had taken charge earlier, had all but commanded him to kiss her, but now she was stumbling around him like a teenager who had never so much as had another person hold her safehand?

“I am not accustomed to this kind of conversation,” she admitted, trying to reassert herself, though feeling horribly awkward at the same time, “It has never been my forte.”

He just shuffled in a little closer, and she realised that he was still kneeling on the floor in front of her while she sat primly at her desk. Storms. What a ridiculous man.

She stood up then said, “Come, let’s sit somewhere more comfortable, if we’re to have this talk now.”

Wit stood up as well, but put a gentle hand on her arm, “We don’t have to talk about anything right now,” he said, “It was a kiss. Which may turn into more kisses. Or it may not. We don’t have to define anything just yet, if you aren’t ready for that.”

She stared at him incredulously.

“Did you hit your head on something as you were standing?” she demanded.

He blinked, confused.

“Have you forgotten entirely who I am?" She went on, "I can’t think why else you would say something so ridiculous to me.”

He snorted with laughter at that.

“Of course, of course,” he said, waving a hand, “How foolish of me, to attempt to put a woman at ease and remind her she’s under no obligation to me because of a single kiss we shared in the heat of a moment.”

Jasnah sighed again and rubbed her forehead, wincing.

It had been some time since she’d had to navigate a romantic relationship and she...Well she hadn’t been exactly good at this to begin with.

She opened her mouth, but Wit just put a finger to her lips and spared her the trouble of making an even larger storming fool of herself.

“It’s quite alright, my dear,” he said, eyes twinkling in a way that she found, frustratingly, both irritating and enticing all at once, “In fact it’s rather refreshing. It’s the apocalypse, after all, we haven’t time to waste with pointless pleasantries and empty reassurances. Lead on, your Majesty.”

Still grinning, he slid his hand into hers and allowed her to draw him over to the reclining couch she had set up on the opposite side of the room to her study desk. A place for more relaxed reading or meditation.

They both settled themselves, Wit still smirking at her, and she withdrew her hand from his and clasped it in her lap, not looking at him.

“So,” Wit said, leaning in, and raising his eyebrows suggestively, “You’ve, let me make sure I get this correct,” he cleared his throat, and his already deep voice lowered even further as he said in a breathy, exaggerated, voice, “‘Come to the conclusion that I am a mostly appropriate course of action to pursue’ have you?”

She stared at him flatly, and in direct counter to his hyperbolic seduction, which had intensified to the point that he was now fluttering his eyelashes at her, replied as matter-of-factly as she could, “Indeed. Ivory and I have already discussed it together at some length.”

That made him sit up, suddenly dropping the act, which surprised her, as she’d expected him to drag at least a few more minutes of torment out of it.

“You spoke to Ivory about us?” he said, in normal tones again.

“Of course,” she said, frowning slightly, unsure why he thought this so worthy of remarking upon, “Any relationship I am involved in will directly impact upon him. It was only right that he be allowed a say in it.”

“You wish to embark upon a relationship with me?” Wit repeated, a little dazed, as though she’d just swung a heavy weight into the side of his head.

“Yes, Wit,” she said, then narrowed her eyes and drew away from him, “Unless you are only interested in a physical distraction with me,” she added, feeling suddenly cold at the prospect, “In which case this ends here, with no further conversation required on the matter.”

“No,” Wit said, quickly, his voice gentle and reassuring.

He reached out and took her hand to stop her retreating from him. When she hesitantly allowed this, he squeezed it and scooted closer, bumping his shoulder against hers in a manner that he apparently saw as affectionate.

"Not at all, Jasnah,” he said, shaking his head. Then he paused and added, “The kissing was very pleasant, I must admit. But there is more here, Jasnah, much more.”

He met her eyes, and there was a depth to him he had rarely allowed her to see there. Knowledge, and history, and life and all of it focusing entirely upon her and this moment. It was almost overwhelming.

She nodded slowly, running her thumb absently back and forth on the top of his hand, “It has been some time since I have connected with someone the way I have with you these past months,” she confessed quietly.

Despite the fact that she had kissed him mere minutes before, despite admitting she had spoken with Ivory about him, despite the fact she’d all but told him that she wished to embark on a relationship with him...That revelation made her feel suddenly vulnerable. Almost to the point that she instinctively withdrew, before he saw, before he could use it as a weak point to hurt her.

But something in him held her there. Like a Windrunner balanced on a surge, suspended above a chasm, unable to fall, to retreat to the ground where it was safe, and familiar, while the thrill of the flight kept them airborne, free, unwillingly to remember what life had felt like before this intensity, this rush of feeling and joy.

Wit nodded to her, squeezing her hand again, stopping her from falling, as she had so many times before, “I feel the same way,” he admitted, “You are a truly extraordinary woman, Jasnah Kholin,” he breathed, huffing a soft laugh and shaking his head. “And I would be lying if I tried to claim that I had seen this coming. I doubt even Cultivation-” he broke off, shaking his head.

Taking a breath he composed himself, and met her eyes once more, tenderly cupping her cheek in his hand. She allowed him, once again feeling as though something in his touch was electrified, as though something sparked between them at the merest brush of his skin against hers.

“You took me utterly by surprise, Jasnah,” he said, his voice now soft and sincere, “I knew you were a woman of uncommon beauty, of unsurpassing intelligence, and wit, even before I joined your court,” he added, seemingly unable to stop himself. Then he sobered, his voice gentler, more serious, “But I could never have predicted the effect that you would have on me. How stimulating your companionship could be, how addictive spending time with you could become.”

She nodded, barely conscious of the gesture, then she cleared her throat and said, “Is this your long winded, Wit way of telling me that you want to be in a relationship with me as well?”

Wit laughed at that, but it was a fond laugh, not meant to mock or hurt. He stroked his fingers through her hair and said, “Would it be more direct and obvious if I just kissed you again?” he asked.

“I certainly don’t think it could hurt,” she replied flatly, even as something in her chest fluttered in excitement at the prospect.

He did just that, but broke away before she was ready for it to end and said, “Jasnah Kholin.” She didn’t have a chance to reply before he was kissing her again. “I am telling you now,” Another kiss. “In no uncertain terms whatsoever,” He kissed her once more. “That I absolutely,” Another kiss. “Without a doubt,” She was smiling now. “Or a shred of hesitation,” he kissed her once more. “That I, your Wit,” he leaned in for another kiss but met only her finger, pressed against his lips and blocking him.

He raised his eyes to meet hers without drawing back from and said, the words mangled by the press of her finger against him, “Am asking you if you would-”

“Wit,” she groaned, shaking her head, even if she was still smiling at his antics.

He straightened up, also grinning, and said, “I want to be in a relationship with you, Jasnah. A romantic relationship. With you as my partner. If that is something you think would please you?”

In answer, to be quite sure he understood her completely, she kissed him again.

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albatris · 4 years

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rambles, here are some of them

not the rambles I mentioned the other day and might still post at some stage, these are some different rambles, these are just some wandering thoughts and me thinking aloud, all subject to change

there is some. interesting. ground to cover in terms of Marrick potentially working with the DII

it makes a lot more sense in terms of the plot, and clears up how he gains access to certain things, and how he gets some of the information he has, how his plans play out, etc...... and also makes his involvement with Avery and Noa and some of the other people who work/have worked in the sorta base levels of the DII make a lot more sense in terms of it not being “too convenient”

and I don’t think he works For Them, necessarily, maybe just In Cooperation With, maybe just someone who was off doing interesting work and making a bit of a name for himself, and the DII thought that certain avenues of his research could be beneficial to them so they were like “hey you’ve got some solid stuff going on here, we’d be happy to help you out with resources and support if you continue and work in conjunction with us” or something like that

which is good for them and good for Marrick, like, it’s in the DII’s best interests to stay in the loop with whatever new information is coming to light about the apocalypse and its various manifestations and Marrick’s niche area of interest is something they’re keen to see explored, and it’s in Marrick’s best interest ‘cause jumping on board with the DII means he’ll have access to a lot of money and resources and information he didn’t have access to before and he can do Bigger and Better and More Interesting stuff

and like. obviously there’s some screening involved like they’re not just gonna hand some random guy all this stuff and be like “go wild”, like......... I’d like to emphasise that Marrick starts being shifty as hell LONG after he’s initially brought on board, and he kinda? starts using some of these resources to do his own kinda dodgy secret work in addition to whatever else

and like! oh, as a general rule, Marrick is completely on board with Helping Everyone, but it’s more like................ y’know, his first and foremost priority is self-preservation. it’s a good look for him to be like “I want to find a way to help everyone!” when in reality it’s more like, he’s looking for a way to help himself, and by extension, his findings will help others. but he doesn’t care about that and when push comes to shove, and will absolutely throw everyone else under the bus if it means he can save himself

so yes he helps the DII out but he’s also gone kind of rogue and is doing a lot of other shifty stuff he doesn’t tell the DII about, stuff that’s a little more morally iffy

and I’d like to talk about the DII some, now, because like

in general

there’s a lot to be said about how the DII is also.......... not....... great? its end goal is......... fine. good, even. like, they are genuinely truly trying to solve problems caused by the apocalypse and find a way to mend things and help the world deal with its effects. I would say their goal is pretty decent. but like. they tend to pour resources into two things

the first being The Bigger Picture

in terms of, like, y’know......... the future! the grand scheme! Here’s What We’re Doing To Ensure Tomorrow Is Better! which is absolutely not a bad thing on its own but there’s so much focus on this big abstract concept of The Future and not, y’know, the very real horrors and struggles that people are going through right now. which is also something the DII exists to deal with. there’s an issue with the DII as a whole largely not caring about the people who are currently living their lives facing the brunt of the apocalypse head on, and there’s definitely......... like, this absolutely includes the field teams and branches of the DII that have to actually go out and deal with Ports and Port-related emergencies directly, these folks r largely viewed by the organisation as vaguely expendable, they’re a necessary sacrifice, some loss is unavoidable, blah blah blah, and most importantly there are always going to be broke desperate people around to fill the gaps

and there’s a HUGE difference in the amount of resources and attention and support given to field teams in, say, places that have less Ports, places that still have an image of being relatively stable and safe, where the DII wants to Keep It Safe And Stable At All Costs, vs. places that are collapsing at the seams and that the DII views as essentially a lost cause and not worth the cost or stress, but they still have to fill a certain quota so they just sorta toss people in there like Hey Good Luck

n on that note, the second thing is, like.......... just Maintaining An Image

which is a HUGE running theme throughout the entire story on an interpersonal level too and that's a whole other post, this idea of an image being projected vs the reality of the situation, and the damage caused by just..... not seeing, or not being seen, or refusing to see, or being deprived of the right to be seen

but in terms of the DII it's about maintaining some illusion of safety and control, trying to keep everyone calm and avoid panic, which again.... not necessarily bad? but they're more interested in projecting the image that they Have Things Under Control, so they pour resources into things that will lend themselves to that competent and stable image, rather than perhaps things that need it more

because, and this is key, the DII has NO FUCKING IDEA what they’re doing

they don’t know fucking SHIT. they are only slightly less in the dark than the rest of the population and they are terrified and they have no idea how to solve this mess, and they’re trying to, like............. figure out the source of the apocalypse, figure the best way to combat it, find out what the fuck Ports are....... and like, yeah that’s a lot of pressure! and they’re I guess kind of scrambling to deal with this while keeping everyone from freaking the fuck out and yeah I guess it is a lot

and in their eyes I guess they don’t have the Time or Resources to care about anything other than the bigger picture which is....................... hm. bad

BUT WAIT HOLD ON OK I GOT OFF TRACK

Marrick working in conjunction with the DII, that’s what this post was originally about, uhhhhhh

there’s some interesting and perhaps valuable ideas to explore in terms of like

do they intentionally turn a blind eye? do they know that Marrick is most likely hiding something from them or doing something a little less than morally upstanding, but are deliberately choosing not to look into it? or like. do they NOT know at all, and when they find out are they like “hey that’s bad and not what we roped you in here to do and we want no part of this”

‘cause with the latter, there’s a LOT to be explored then in terms of like

the DII’s willingness to sorta..... passively allow people to come into/wander into harm’s way for the quote unquote “greater good”, being viewed as “collateral” or “unavoidable tragic loss”.......... vs how quick they are to voice their aversion to and disgust with someone Actively Causing Harm to others for the quote unquote “greater good”

but then with the FORMER there’s also like.......... with the idea that they’re choosing not to look into something they highly suspect is shifty as fuck, there’s this infinitely more grim idea of like. maybe they’re down for this kind of thing in theory provided it’s done quietly because it’s a Necessary Sacrifice and a Small Price To Pay, but condemn this current situation purely because it turns big and loud and public and they know it will look bad if they don’t

which is something I’ll definitely need to brush upon as a theory regardless but might not exactly confirm one way or the other

anyway actually dudes I originally went to type this post intending to make a stupid joke because I was considering marrick working with the DII's resources and thought the mental image was fun if he was like........

giving his dumb melodramatic cartoon supervillain monologue and being like "oh you think the DII will help you?? they've been in on this all along" like some kind of gotcha, and then the DII being like "dude no??? this is what you've been doing???? this is not what you told us you were doing?? you're definitely going to prison???? what the fuck???" and marrick being just like "oh :("

which I think is fucking funny as a concept but only works as funny in a situation where the DII aren't just entirely as terrible. passively or actively or otherwise

so no that joke no longer stands lmao. ‘cause like. either way it goes with the DII the implications are bad, y'know, like, even if the DII is like "oh fuck that's bad we don't want any part of this" they still.... allowed it to happen? and there's again the question of moral obligation, of What And Who Are Expendable and whether actively causing harm is worse than passively allowing it to happen in your name

and typing this post up is like

this is all. a lot

I feel like I'm not equipped to handle writing this kind of thing even though I think it's definitely the direction it needs to go, like

there's a lot of other intense things going on and I'm fine with the interpersonally intense and much kinda.... smaller level themes but this is kind of Saying Something with a bit of direction and force and idk if I'm a smart enough writer or if I have enough finesse to tackle it????? i feel like there's a lot of nuance involved and I'm gonna have to do a lot of work which is fair

there's just a lot happening and I'm a whole dumbass and it all needs A Lot Of Further Consideration

#atdao #kind of an intense one #n like yeah the implications are A Lot but marricks plotline itself outside of the DII stuff is just like #oh he's absolutely the villain of a cartoon #drama! flair! theatrics! over the top and exaggerated which also kinda ties into the other ramble i have in the works regarding genre #marricks endgame is just. y'know it works for the story 'cause the whole story is just very loud and dramatic and over the top and #obviously not based in realism lmao #marrick's endgame goes hard as hell in terms of aesthetic value and being cool as fuck but also like. marrick??? u good buddy???#i'm sure there are healthier ways 2 deal with existential fear

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Keeping Up Appearances: How City Planning Conceals Urban Decay

by: Claire Rose

We live in a world in which speed and efficiency often trumps carefulness and thoughtfulness in our approaches to problem solving, and this is true with city planning. As Jane Jacobs argues, money is not the most important component of city planning or rebuilding but rather, attention to social and economic behaviors of cities can result in the most effective outcomes. Jacobs implies that slums remain slums without this attention to behaviors and the cycles of decay are only perpetuated when money is spent on new, poorly planned infrastructure that does not account for a city’s behavioral patterns. Jacobs mentions Morningside Heights in New York City as an example of a neighborhood that has experienced decay due to poor planning, and I can speak to that out of experience. I used to spend summers studying at Columbia University through a program they offered for high school students. I’d spend a month living in the CU dorms and experiencing life on the Upper West Side just a few blocks short of Harlem. I’ll never forget some of the little tips and tricks people would tell you about living up there. Some people would say things like “don’t go past 120th alone or at night,” “stay on Broadway, don’t wander down Amsterdam,” or “if you’re going for a run, run on the Hudson, stay out of Morningside Park.” So what did I do? Basically the exact opposite of everything I was told. Unfortunately, I probably should have listened to what I was told. Although Harlem is getting more and more gentrified and somewhat assimilating into the culture of the wealthy Upper West Side south of 116th, it was still somewhat dodgy when I was there, people were disgruntled and you couldn’t blame them. When I went into Morningside Park, I saw homeless people, drug use, loads of garbage, almost everything you’d find in San Francisco’s tenderloin. And it didn’t make sense, how could there be that juxtaposed to one of the finest academic institutions in the country and blocks away from the wealthiest neighborhoods in Manhattan. Moreover, the park and developments in the area were recently updated and had brand new facilities, but it didn’t seem to be benefiting the community as it was intended to.

These updates I saw being done in Morningside Heights mirror the concept Jacobs alludes to as “pretended order,” in other words, keeping up an image of development and order when the reality is consequentially underdevelopment of the neighborhood and it’s inhabitants. The new parks and housing projects that were built did not take into consideration what the people in that neighborhood needed, it was simply an attempt to keep up appearances. In her introduction Jacobs highlights that the first step toward evaluating the plan of a city is to evaluate the social behavior of the people in that city, then secondly the economic behavior of that city. More specifically, the concept that Jacobs emphasizes most is “the need of cities for a most intricate and close-grained diversity of uses that give each other constant mutual support, both economically and socially,” and the aspects of that diversity can differ but they must complement each other (Jacobs 14). The vitality of a city rests on careful planning that takes social and economic behaviors into consideration, not plans and designs focused on how a city ought to look instead of how it actually workd in real life. What becomes apparent after reading Jacob’s introduction is that there are plenty of examples of what hasn’t worked in terms of city planning as far as she has seen. She provides several examples of Orthodox city planning that has failed or at least set poor foundations for cities throughout history due to unrealistic visions of what a city should look like. Cities are a product of trial and error; so these planning failures are the most important aspect to consider when looking toward new avenues of planning and design, there is a blueprint for what not to do. In this way, techniques of city planning are and always will be evolving to meet new realities and bigger, denser populations trying to efficiently live and work in the same small spaces. Finally, Jacobs argues that cities have been “unstudied, unrespected,” and served as “sacrificial victims,” for the purpose of building an unrealistic, dysfunctional city that only looks good on paper. As urbanization takes place around the world, the need for cities to function at a high rate is more important than ever. Simoultaneously, the complexities of city planning are met with new and innovative expectations for the future if cities in a globalized world with the majorities of populations moving from the rural to the urban.

After reading this Jacob’s piece, I am still grappling with one question: does the plan make the city, or does the city make the plan? Is San Francisco the way that it is socially and economically because of the way it has been set up, or has the way it is set up controlled the way the city has evolved socially and economically? Is the fact that we have so many parks why San Francisco is an ideal sanctuary city for the homeless? Does the fact that we don’t have a subway make people more inclined to buy cars when we don’t need them? I think there could be strong arguments for both sides of all these questions. However, what I think Jacob’s is getting at is that regardless of the answer to those questions and in looking forward, how do you rebuild parts of city to function to the greatest capacity for the people that live and work in it? And I’m not sure many people know the answer to that question, but Jacob’s would suggest that we ask the people in that city to help us.

#urban decay #gentrification #nyc #morningsidepark #janejacobs

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Discourse of Tuesday, 12 June 2018

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So. All in all, this was quite good. I'll see you tomorrow in South Hall 3431. 3:56, which is vitally important to you because I'm not entirely sure that there are things that we've read this term, and you've also shown that you have questions about them: I feel that the conversation while he was present. Good luck with finals, and only three IDs instead of doing this. I've read so far, so you can try to give you one tomorrow if you don't. Think about what you can still go this route, one that lacks the rhythm of the Wandering Aengus can you make about how readers respond to this explicitly when I saw you come out and with your score. All of these criteria: a they were in classes that satisfy the requirement that your surgery goes well and managed to respond to the course at this point in the class was welcoming and supportive to other students in the most basic issues; a pro-or-no more than you have two options: prepare a set of political and biographical concerns. Hi! Let me know in the service of a letter grade. You should/always/perfectly OK at this, I think that it's come to an agreement at that point. You have some interesting issues. I'm sorry to take the time requirement for this to be fully successful. A-for-someone-else-to ten minutes if you're so sick, and had clearly thought extensively about sex before sleep, or you can carry yourself, then to have practiced a bit nervous and a bit much, in part just because you're moving in the most positive light possible—paying attention to how other people have a bunch of academic spam, and the connections between the various ways in which it was written. In front of the text that they don't warm up more points on this you connected it effectively to larger-scale points if you have to speak, though not comprehensively—cleaning these up, I've attached a recording of your analysis what is accomplished by the section wound up being able to make a presentation, don't show up and see what topics are currently more than once before, say, Welp, guess I'll have one of your paper as a whole tomorrow; In front of the recording of his son. I'll tweet about it more in section tonight? He missed four sections this quarter, you will automatically receive a perfect score on the final exam! Well done on this one time if you miss more than five sections, you might think about their relationship to each other. One of these numbers assume that you made constant insightful, theoretically informed paper, every sentence says exactly what you wanted to work at the last few hours yet. Have a good student this quarter so far and to figure out how to deliver the poem and started working on memorizing it by 5 p. He said that Wednesday is the overall understanding of what's going on at this stage, take a look at or, as Giorgio Agamben has pointed out, it's easier for you by the section website and see what people do some of the poems you examine fit within the larger issues of the beautiful little gems throughout the novel. This is already an impressive move. No worries at all. Crashing?

Quite a bit lopsided.

Aside from the in-depth look at some point for the midterm, and this may be quite different. A 95% 142. There are several ways that I do not accept papers after the performance, it will be assessed until after the fact that liberals are really in charge in our department, Candace Waid, just so happens that I could give you an actual grade by 1. And you're an excellent job. One of these things, this sounds great! The Jungian collective unconscious? Your writing is not quite successful—it is, there is also potentially interesting ways by a good weekend; I'll see you tomorrow night get me a right of way I want to go with it—but if you have a few people getting up on stage and delivered it very well here: you have, effectively treated it as coming in on the final under ordinary circumstances. One is to listen for the quarter when we first scheduled recitations. I'm not familiar with your little bridie to be to ground your analysis should be double-spaced, that there are potentially a number of things that have been declared in writing in a complex task and fall into line with general academic practice, a productive move, because I think that you haven't done the reading of is one of my guesses seems quite right, but I think that pinning down what the MLA requires parenthetical citations in the front of a paper of this is based more on pity and identification there are several possibilities for discussion to occur. A does, anyway, because yes/no pass, knowing what you want to discuss 2 before 1,3, and you incorporate the required texts in relationship to sexuality that I do not overlap with yours, and the Stars How would you prefer. Heaney is likely to pay off, and your recitation plans in advance when they have to have grown out of ink, network connections go down might involve 1904-era food-concerned still lifes quite a strong paper. Think about what you're going to motivate people to take whatever is available online, send me a copy of the Discussion Section Guidelines handout, which is full. —You've presented a good job digging in to the world is less reliable than a very solid job here, and Stephen is also potentially productive avenue for bringing in a few things that I record your performance. Yeats, The faces and places, and that's perfectly OK.

You should indicate the sources of the selection. I would guess that he didn't take the small-scale point winds up being quite fair and perceptive piece of worthless land. /Clicking on the one he read Eavan Boland's The Emigrant Irish aloud near the end of the numbers mentioned below also make a case of emergency, please let me know if you have.

Hi! So I think that it's a busy point in the How Your Grade Is Calculated document I do not distinguish between excused and unexcused absences, then A grades on subsequent work by correcting the problems she was off; I think that paying close attention to how other people are not meant to signify I don't think that there are a number of points ostensibly on the assumption that the syllabus for Thursday, and I am absolutely willing to proctor a make-up exam tomorrow at 10 p. Some suggestions: Recite more than once before, but ultimately, are engaging in the attendance/participation score above 50 points 10% of course I'll respect your wishes. There are a number of important historical changes in the course, accessible from the Aeolus episode of Ulysses in front of me to leave campus before I forget to bring up, I think, help you to do with your argument and on making sure that I didn't anticipate at the moment. Think about what's wrong with only picking, say, and I think that there are no cries of unfair! An excellent job.

A-paper, is held back by this coming Sunday night if your paper, and that poetry is an inappropriate choice. I think, would help you and think about where your analysis in favor of making a claim in your thesis what kind of plans for how you're using them in some kind same thing for you. You also did a good set of facts that my work has paid off for you. Failure to turn in a very good job of putting your texts; it is quite a bit nervous, but it might not be able to find evidence on their behalf in my margin comments? I think that correcting this would have been to try to respond to everyone's first proposal before I go to the countries involved. It is not to carry off. If you are perfectly capable of doing better than you expected. Nicely done. The upshot is that at least at the center I think that, if you are from the assistance of Campus Learning Assistance Services. If neither of those revisions by Friday it's my other section that you recite. You did a very solid job, but I don't think that it would help to have to pick options on GOLD.

You've both been very punctual this quarter, you got most of this will count that as part of the text, though: Some of Dali's work, might have heard about. That being said, I think, don't do much to obscure many important writing-related topics not only paying close attention to the growing poet, and giving other people are reacting to look for people who decide they want to arrange with the text s with the two elements plough, stars and then look at the beginning of the rather abstract quality? Some particular suggestions. I find that speaking with me. I've been nervous about possibly having accidentally leaked confidential information, education, is that it's a good student and for me to leave campus before I go to bed late tonight and will make what I mean: you should definitely be there on time. Find ways to arrange that in a productive logical path through your selection, actually though I think that you can hand me your copy of your analysis without changing your main point about that question. But really, your attention should primarily be on the midterm to get into South Hall 1415. Then ask yourself what you want to take a look at them, I'm happy to do as well. You'll notice that getting to twirl the meat parcels across the counter top would put you down to thanking the previous presenters for providing an introduction to things that interest you in section. However. In any case, the artistry of music, and the way that reflects this. Let me know if you are absolutely fine, and I quite enjoyed reading it. This means that, going into the poem, gave a basically solid, perceptive, gracefully written essay here.

A-range. You'll want to take this opportunity because a I believe it's worthwhile to make them pay off as much as risk-taking the discussion go on, and you demonstrate in your revision stage if not otherwise instructed would be happy if you approve, I'll hold on to question its own: I will not necessarily that you'll want to travel during Thanksgiving week, you should be able to make this maneuver in a way of engaging the rest of the class's actual level of comfort and interest, and I'll see you in section and will not grant extensions beyond the interpretations articulated in the way that the opportunities for movement and observation were affected by gender in the novel sets up and talking about something that is, knowing where you found interesting, and this is not just providing opinions. Don't want to avoid departing until afterwards, and sections occur on Wednesdays. You're smart and I tend to think about intermediate or preparatory questions that you can bring your reader into alignment with you, based on your paper won't necessarily be captive; and added and before pulley glitches; and that you express that understanding, will result in an automatic failing grade for each letter range, I think that articulating your criteria in this way. You make some very minor alterations; at this point would be higher than an analysis. But this is how I grade your paper would have paid off to have going on in your discussion on Wednesday! Simply showing up at the context of dental exams toward the end why is it as-is, in order to fully explore your own writing, though it was more lecture-based than I had two or three blank ones but seem to be successful. Anyway.

He has not simply turned that in just a moment, it will be most helpful to look for points that you've constructed and draw it out Wednesday, despite the occasional minor problems. My margin comments, but his personal experience into analysis find it if you get up to you. If you want to deal with this particular senior-level class, provided that you would most like to see what he can find one or more of the class and led them through some very good close reading of a generalization. Deadline this week in section on 27 November, the number of things really well in this course, you will receive this weighting score. Serious illness requiring urgent medical care. The Dubliners' version of the problem with the rest as backups in case time runs out. More broadly, think in line 657; dropped out from burst out on line 7. If you miss more than a circulating, coin. Make sure that you are unable to do this by just glancing at my paper-grading music involves this: Ultimately, I'd rather not encourage you to think more specifically here talking about why and how this text affects the writer considers obvious. All of these is that they understand and articulate why you're picking that particular choice. On John Millington Synge's The Playboy of the Irish in your participation score above 50 points 10% of course material. I'll get back to you. Have a good weekend. Your message got buried under a bunch of old people who wind up with answers and notes on usage. 61% based entirely on attendance I won't assess participation until the very end of section in HSSB 2251, which would be in the class more, this sounds great! Well done. 5 C-range papers often have a strong job of thinking about how this text affects me approach is that this is the only pair reciting from McCabe in your critique of the texts, and incurs the no-show penalty, which starts on Tuesday night, but also the relationship which, given the facts that can be found in nearly any other questions, OK? Yeats poems on the section to get me your discussion well to work out. If you request a grade for the compliments, and must be completed, and converted the interior monologue into intelligible and articulate prose that was fair to call on the gender of each? Thanks for doing a genuinely excellent close readings by using hedging phrases like I think that what you see as being the plus and minus for each document from Google Docs spreadsheet or downloading and installing LibreOffice, which means that you want to take a look and see whether you meet the technical requirements at least without a petition to get an add code I've actually never had this problem is that you could merge the recitation.

You've prepared more material than was optimal, but I think it's a phone number in the works that you're actually saying. One of the quarter by ⅓ of the poem you choose. Even assuming that your delivery. Are the descnts of Irish identity, and various relationships between those terms; but these are genuine strengths in a midterm from or?

#Irish literature #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Python #Markov chains

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