#speaking of which I feel like I would hate my birth name more if people didn’t mispronounce it all the time

[sky-scribbles]

Shepard holds a funeral for her clone.

The paperwork is almost harder than the ceremony. Turns out it’s tricky to register the death of someone whose birth - creation? Decanting-from-vat? - was never recorded to begin with. Then there’s some kind of question about whether the clone needs to be retroactively registered as a Council space citizen to have her death put on the official record, and if so, whether she counts as a member of the Systems Alliance or as an ‘undocumented alien’. Which is pretty fucking ironic, considering how utterly she’d have loathed having the word alien attached to her.

And once Shepard’s ground her teeth through a dozen calls and bludgeoned through the first layer of formwork - a death certificate still needs a name.

‘I have to put something,’ she says. She’s aware that her voice is ragged, and that Kaidan is watching her as he brews her fourth coffee of the evening with concern heavy on his face. She must look barely alive, up near midnight in a kitchen that was Anderson’s and still feels nothing like hers, hair falling forward, eyes shadowed grey. Datapads and empty mugs strewn around her. Fine. She’s felt barely alive ever since she woke up in a Cerberus lab.

‘You could choose one for her,’ Kaidan says gently. A lot of people speak to her gently, these days.

‘She’d hate that. A name makes you individual. She didn’t want to be an individual; she wanted to be me.’

The cofee machine whirrs softly, sounding louder than it is in the open space of the apartment. It still doesn’t feel right, all this space for one person. Someone could drown in this much space.

‘She didn’t want to be you, though. Not really.’ Kaidan pours out the coffee, his eyes only leaving her face for a moment. ‘What she wanted was to be the symbol. The face on the vids.’

He carries the mug over and sets it down beside her hand. Shepard grips it tight. The unfinished form blinks up at her from the datapad screen, and she looks away.

‘I’m not asking this because I don’t support you doing it, or to judge you for it, or anything,’ Kaidan says, after a moment. ‘I just want to understand. Can you tell me why this is so important to you? I mean - I get that you were trying to save her, and she... she let go. But...’

He hesitates, and in his silence Shepard hears, she tried to kill you. She tried to take you away from me, and everyone who cares about you, for a second time - because she was jealous.

Shepard sips her coffee. It hasn’t had time to cool down, and her lips smart. She ignores it. She thinks.

‘What you said about... being the symbol,’ she says at last. ‘I get why she wanted it, or thought she did. I understand feeling that Commander Shepard is someone bigger than you are.’

Kaidan breathes out slowly, and takes a seat beside her.

‘I get feeling that you’re so small, so nothing, next to everyone’s idea of what Commander Shepard is. And when I fall short -’ She sees him prepare to protest, and cuts across him. ‘I do, I do all the time - I feel like it’d be easier if I were the symbol. Not...’ She waves a hand, indicating all the sleep-starved mess of her. ‘This. I don’t even know when what would Shepard do and what will I do stopped feeling like the same question.’

She lets her hand fall back onto the table. Kaidan takes it and holds it tight.

‘And I think of her, the clone, waking up in some Cerberus med bay. Confused. And Brooks - Brooks was there, feeding her things to believe, manipulating her, turning her into the symbol she wanted. And I get it.’ Shepard bites her burned lip. ‘Because I woke up in a Cerberus lab. And I was scared. And they used me, and I let them.’

What she does not add is, and sometimes I don’t feel any more real than her. I don’t have any way to prove that I’m the woman who died in the wreckage of her broken ship. They wiped away that woman’s scars. There could be all kinds of tech in my head, feeding me a lie, telling me I’m real.

She swallows. Her throat feels raw. ‘And now the clone’s dead, and no one cares. We’re planning a fucking party. If I don’t push for a funeral, she’ll just go unregistered and undocumented and everyone will keep joking about how crazy this whole mess has been, how I fell through a fish tank and a mad clone tried to steal my life, and it’d be like she never existed at all. I don’t have to fill in these forms. I could take the easy road and let her be a ghost. But I can’t do that, Kaidan. I can’t.’

He looks at her, his eyes steady and patient and full of worry. Then he slips an arm over her shoulder and pulls her in, and Shepard leans into him, needing the surety of his touch, his warmth. Anything that tells her she’s something more than a force piloting a set of N7 armour.

Kaidan presses a slow kiss to the top of her head. He holds her until she stops feeling ready to howl. Then he sits with her and helps her fill in the forms, helps her choose a name for the clone, one that fits. When morning comes, he calls C-Sec and stays on the line until they agree to release the body to the Normandy, into the custody of the only person who could be considered the dead woman’s relative. 

He doesn’t ask Shepard any more questions as to why she needs this done.

In the end, they bury her in space, as Shepard would a crewmate. And no one has stories to tell of what she meant to them. They have nothing to say about the achievements of her angry little life. But they wear their dress blues, and speak softly, and they turn the lights down low.

Shepard doesn’t know if this is what her clone would have wanted. Maybe she never learned to want anything for herself at all. It doesn’t matter. A funeral doesn’t help her clone; it helps her.

They lift the casket into the airlock. EDI opens the outer door. And the casket leaps away into space in a blur of silver-grey, like the body within is hungry for the stars.

#anyway the clone is a walking tragedy and ill never be normal about it #yes this is still a cr blog. but im doing a mass effect replay and i have feelings #mass effect #femshep #shepard #kaidan alenko #shenko #sky's writing #oc: sita shepard

[iris-sistibly]

I know I need to calm the fuck down first but one word to describe episode 6: STRESS!!

📍I love seeing Hyun-woo and Hae-in having a...sort of second honeymoon in Germany but I couldn't really enjoy every scene because I'm stressing out at how fucking OBLIVIOUS the Hong family is like bitch y'all are surrounded by snakes and they're so complacent 😭😭😭 I mean it's not really their fault that there are opportunists who'd earn their trust first then slither their way to bite them in the ass, but I just find it ironic at how protective they are at their family business and wealth but they can't see through the REAL people who has every intention to bring them down.

📍Speaking of which, I have read a fan theory somewhere that Mo Seul-hee is the mom of Eun-seong and Da-hye. Could be, OR Grace could be Da-hye's mom considering how Grace acted towards her. But why are they so keen at bringing the Hong family down?

📍Maybe it's just me but I don't think Da-hye is that bad, I have a feeling that she'll eventually come to her senses and take Hyun-woo's side and expose Eun-seong and co.

📍My overthinker/delulu self thinks that Soo-cheol and Da-hye's baby is actually Hyun-woo and Hae-in's kid. I mean, it wasn't shown how they lost their baby...yet. So Hae-in either miscarried, or she gave birth to a still born child? But what if the child is actually alive and one of those evil bitches cooked up some shit to make it seem like Hyun-woo and Hae-in's baby died, and then that baby was registered as Soo-cheol and Da-hye's kid? I know it sounds insane, but we're only on episode 6 so more crazy shit could happen in the future episodes, you'll never know. But my normal self says I've watched too many Filipino dramas growing up (and yes, that shit happens a lot in Filo-dramas).

📍Speaking of that kid, another theory is...what if that kid is actually Eun-seong and Da-hye's? Soo-cheol is a dumbass, and again, those bitches could have manipulated that baby's DNA test result or something. Again, that's just me being an overthinker, also I hate my Filo-drama mindset.

📍Aunt Beom-ja being so concerned about Hae-in and her dad but I also appreciate the fact that she respected her niece's request to not tell anyone about her illness. I also hope that she'll be able to help Hyun-woo clear his name and uncover Seul-hee and gang's dirty little secret.

📍BUT Y'ALL KNOW WHO STRESSED THE SHIT OUT OF ME THIS EPISODE? BAEK FUCKING HYUN-WOO!!! I am so freaking annoyed that he didn't tell Hae-in about the divorce when he had the chance. He was probably worried at how Hae-in would react plus the latter was going through medical treatments so he probably didn't want to put too much stress on her, but Hae-in was bound to find out either way so...yeah I do get why he chose to keep the divorce to himself but he could have just told the truth and suck it up, and perhaps they could communicate better when it comes to issues like this.

📍One thing I noticed about Hyun-woo is that he's brave in so many ways but also a coward on one thing. I mean he talks with Hae-in about nice things and all, and he is his wife's confidante, but I don't think I've ever heard him talk the way Hae-in does, meaning he never had the balls to talk to his wife about the..."unpleasant" side of their marriage. Hae-in was able to talk to him about her illness, the last will and testament that her mom pressured her to write, and Hyun-woo didn't even think about bringing up the divorce papers.

Prior to episode 5, I really thought that Hae-in was the one who shut him out but it was actually the other way around. Wifey may seem cold and nonchalant but if there's one person she'd listen to, it's him. Perhaps he doesn't want to say something that would upset Hae-in but the point is...she's his wife, she's supposed to know what he thinks, how he feels about certain things, even the not-so-pleasant side of their relationship. I really hope that in the next episode or the episode after that he'll be able to communicate better.

📍Hae-in's mom is terrible af. Imagine blaming your own daughter for the death of your son. I mean she didn't deserve to lose a child, but it's unfair to put all the blame on Hae-in (like why?). It's not like she endangered herself on purpose, and she had the audacity to be upset when Hae-in did something nice to her in-laws? Like what is wrong with this woman? Why can't see realize her own mistakes?

📍I kind of teared up when Hae-in was telling Hyun-woo about the things the latter should do when she dies. She could die, and this show might give us a bittersweet ending but when that time comes I'd be really, really hurt. Also, Hae-in confessing that the only reason she wrote her will about Hyun-woo not getting anything should they divorce was so that she'll be allowed to marry him 😭 (just shows she fought hard for him and she'll do absolutely anything to be with him). God I hate her mom! And yes the epilogue was so cute, now we know that they have always been in-love with each other. But I guess...they need a time-out 🤷.

📍Hae-in called Hyun-woo "yeobo" 🥹🥹🥹

#kdrama #netflix series #tvn drama #my roman empire #queen of tears #kim ji won #kim soo hyun #park sunghoon #kwak dong yeon #lee joo bin #lee mi sook #na young hee #kim jung nam #hong hae in #baek hyun woo #yoon eun sung #hong soo cheol #cheon da hye #baekhong

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Halloo! ive been reading ur blog and i love it sooo mucch 💌💌💌

can i request for angsty nozel with his wife? so she was a noble and had been busy dealing w her family bussiness. one day she came home late and finding nozel waiting for her. he thinks that shes neglecting her own family and there the argument began. and she accidentally said something sooo hurtful to him due her exhaustion. the ending is up to uuu!

thank you laaura, i hope u live a great life and good luck on your exams! 💟💟💟

Hiyaaa~! ^^

Thank youuu!! ^^ I'm glad to hear that you like my content T^T <3 Oh I love me some hurt-comfort from time to time, so most certainly ^^ You're very welcome, and thank you, I hope the very best for you too!

Pairing: Nozel x f!reader Genre: Hurt-comfort Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~1.2k Content/warnings: Wife/reader implies that Nozel would have done better marrying a "numbskull to boss around", reader is a bussiness woman right down to the bone, reader ends up apologizing and comforting Nozel, Nozel is maybe a teeny tiny bit ooc? maybe, hurt-comfort

You were a business woman. Or you considered yourself as one even if the self-given title was a bit misleading considering that you were of noble birth. But you didn’t want to be the kind of a typical noble woman. The text book Noble Lady who didn’t do as much as sit around and order servants around. And gossip.

Hated the gossiping types. Though of course some rumours could be useful in the business world, but that was another thing than maliciously speaking out rumours in order to just make another person’s life difficult. There was discussing events, perhaps even people, and then there was ‘discussing people’.

The latter you hated.

But you, you were someone who was determined to make it in the working world, and had earned the position you held in your family business. You had earned it. Worked for it. And you were going to succeed in it. For your family, your husband, but first and foremost, for yourself.

Actually, you had been a bit surprised to learn that Nozel had harboured feelings for you back in the day, because you had thought that he would have wanted a ‘typical noble wife’ for himself. But instead, he had fallen for you.

He had called you capable, strong, kind and caring; he had called you as someone he would be proud to call a wife and carry the Silva name. These were separated instances of course, but nowadays those discussions linked together in your mind. They made you smile, on most days, because you felt like he understood you.

He was a working man, after all. He was a busy person, too. And so he should understand you, if you were late, and caught up in endless meeting and paperwork. Because he was caught in it too. Which sometimes made married life difficult, but you made it work. You made it work because you loved each other, and cherished the moments you had together even more.

That… was what you expected to come to when you came come that evening.

Not him, standing there with crossed arms in his silk pyjamas and a robe.

“You’re late,” he only said.

“I know, I know, I had a meeting and it went on and on, you know how it’s like. When people can’t get things done and you’re stuck in a circle,” you told him while taking off your outer clothes.

“You’re working even longer than I am these days,” he continued, going somewhere, but not saying it straight.

“I’ll make time for us when I can, I promise.”

He sighed with a frown, which told you about his growing irritation, which in turn made your brows furrow.

“Honey… I’ll try to-“

“You’re not trying enough,” he spoke on top of you making your eyes shoot wide open.

“Ex..cuse me?” You asked, wanting to think that you had heard wrong.

“You’re not making us, our family, the Silvas, into a priority. Instead you value your previous life higher and spend more time with them than here.”

“Of course I spend time with them!” You argued. “Because it’s a part of the business! It’s like telling you that you can’t spend so much time with the knights!”

“I am spending less time with the knights! Because I am here waiting for you!”

“I didn’t ask for it!”

“That’s what married couples are supposed to do! Want to be with each other.”

“Be stuck at home you mean?!”

“I want to see you when I get out of work!”

“Well maybe you should have married a good-for-nothing numbskull that you can boss and show around then.” And that… that was when you heard what you had just said.

You heard it, and… worst of all, you saw it. You saw it in his eyes, the way his eyes widened this time, and how he was biting his molars together to keep himself from saying anything else. To hold his tongue.

His eyes turned to the side, which his posture followed as he turned away to make his way to the window.

It had been a topic of a conversation back, way back, when you had started dating. That he didn’t want someone who’d idly follow his wishes, but would instead be someone who had a mind of her own, who could stand by him. It had been important to him. Because he knew that he could be quite adamant, stern, cold even, and he wanted his wife to be someone who could be there to support him as he tried to unlearn the traits he had picked up while growing up.

And now you were telling him that he didn’t deserve such support. That only someone who would mindlessly follow anyone for the sake of a title would be the only kind of a person, who’d want to be with him. That anyone strong, would look at him and conclude that he was too much work, a rotten piece of work. Damaged goods.

You, essentially, told him that he was unlovable. 

“Nozel I…” you started, taking a few steps closer to him.

“Don’t…” he said but didn’t turn around to look at you. Instead he just looked out of the window into the night.

“I didn’t mean that…”

“It’s fine.”

He wasn’t fine, you knew as much.

“Look I…” you made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, placing your head onto his shoulder. “It’s amazing that you want to see me at the end of the day. I want to see you too, but it’s… I wouldn’t ask you to quit being a knight.”

“I’m not asking you to quit,” he replied with something that was almost a huff. “Just cut back on the hours. Be more present here. Be a family.”

He had a point. Because you were building a new family with him. But it wasn’t as simple as just being an entirely separate family from what you had. You didn’t want that, to just cut out everything from your past. You wanted to have bits from both families.

“I want to have a family with you too, to be a family, but my family is also a part of it. I can devote more or my time to us, but you need to devote more of your time too then.” It sounded like a business deal, but you thought it to be a fair one. Because the common wish for you both was to spend more time together. This would be the way to do it.

There was a pause lingering in the air, for a few seconds, until he finally spoke up.

“Alright. Deal,” there was a hint of a smile in his tone, just a hint. But you’d take it. You’d take that sense of consolation, of acceptance and forgiveness; the tone of moving forward.

But the real consolation came from how he placed his hand on top of yours, and how he sank into the embrace.

You’d make it. Together. In this life.

#nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover x reader #black clover x you

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

One Six Zero

Jonah knew what he'd chosen to do.

He also knew he hadn't been chosen.

Spoilers to MAG 160. It's my 160th fic, after all.

AO3

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2018, 18th October

Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself. 

For a moment, it is my voice, coming from his lips.

I’m assuming you’re alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. I wouldn’t try too hard to stop reading; there’s every likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself. So just listen. 

Of course, like all the good advice I’ve given him over the years, he doesn’t listen.

Jon. Jon, Jon, Jon… why do you resist?

You were born for this.

Born for it, even more than I—I chose my god, and though I have teased you about making your own choices, I know the difference. I chose. You were chosen. 

Statement of Jonah Magnus regarding Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. 

My name on his lips… my true, real name. Ah!

Ah.

I grip the arms of my seat, here in the Panopticon, in this dessicated but indwelt temple. Jon. You could have been here with me, were you more wise; I, of course, will still receive the Watcher’s Crown, but that is beside the point.

It will be so much harder for you out there, in the world that we have made.

Why does a man seek to destroy the world? 

I didn’t lie. No. Not here, not in my moment of triumph. Yet hearing these words— for immortality and power, to ensure your own happiness —sobers me a bit. Yes, yes, I shall be king of a ruined world, and yes, yes, I shall never die, and those are key.

But those aren’t truly the reason, are they?

Deep down, Jon, Jon, I know you understand me. I know you feel my rage, though you do not know it is mine for it echoes yours too well. Why does a man seek to destroy the world, Jon?

Because it hates him, and so he must hate it back.

I believe there are far more people in this world that would take that bargain than you would ever guess. And I have beaten all of them. 

The truth comes out there, I suppose. I beat them because they deserved it. Because they hated me; because many still would, if they knew the body I’d taken, knew this sex was not mine by birth, as if any of them have the right to judge me. Ignorant, infantile, puerile little creatures, slithering through their days with puny fears and cheap desires, never knowing the true glory of being seen, never understanding how good it is to know.

To know everything. Every thought, every emotion. Every hidden little secret, tucked away in the nooks and crannies of the wretched human spirit.

I’ll not bore you with details of my bodies and failures through those intervening years. Suffice to say I kept busy, both planning my own next attempt, and doing my best to stymie those others who tried versions of their own. 

How he wonders! I see him through borrowed eyes, listen to his voice—to your voice, Jon, a voice I have always liked—and again, I wish you could have been here at the end of it all.

Such a fool. A delightful, easily-led fool.

I know you were confused. My dear Jon, so neurodivergent —a term relatively new, but meaning the same thing as changeling, really. You felt things when you talked to me. You felt our singularity—and yes, I use that word correctly—for we are that point at which change becomes uncontrollable and irreversible, affecting all of civilization. 

You felt it when we spoke, away from Daisy or Basira or Tim. Felt that small and quiet place where only you and I stood, and only you and I shared experience, you and I traded feelings. Where only you and I speak this particular language. Not everyone can be a true cleric for the Eye; it is a dumb master, but both keen and gloriously cruel.

And it chose you. It chose you, over me.

For this… that’s all right. I don’t have to be marked by them all. You do.

The only way to ensure I did not suffer the tribulations of what I believed to be an inevitable transformation was to bring it about myself. So what began as an experiment soon became a race. 

I didn’t have to be terrorized by everybody. I didn’t have to be seen by every firebug and fortuneteller. But you did, didn’t you? It will be worth it. I will receive my crown, and see all; you will be… the conduit, and everyone will see you in their dreams.

Jon. Jon. Jon. If you had been here, you could have watched, too, with me.

You are a living chronicle of terror. 

I have no pity left to give you. The world stripped mine before menarche.

I watch you in my place of power. Watch you trembling, shaking; sweating heavily, rocking back and forth as if to physically hurl yourself away from the statement in your hands, but your face, Jon… your face! Eyes dilated and unblinking, lips pulled back as if in lust, dark cheeks flushed, hair (still too long for office-work, but I never gave you trouble over it) sticking to your forehead.

Jon. You are beautiful. In the way a strange, mutated frog is beautiful: unique, precious, and meant to be dissected.

I would have done, if you’d been with me here. You would have loved it here. Exposed, revealed to the Eye in ways you could never yet dream.

Oh, well. You preferred good cows.

For all your glory… your beauty, your foolish weirdness, your stubborn loveliness… you’ve made your choice, and so have I.

(And so has the Eye, but we will not think about that now.)

But it left me a gift: for sat in that watchtower, I could see everything I turned my mind to. 

Martin is coming. I see him, Jon; he’s smiling at the sky, and he’s taking pictures of cows on his phone for you. He loves you, you know. With all your flaws.

I comprehend him because I’ve observed him, but I don’t really understand. If you were mine, I’d burn those flaws away. But no, not him, not bumbling deceitful Martin, who smiles his way into your heart and has every intention of putting up with all your—

You are prepared. 

It’s time!

You are ready. 

Yes! Yes! My heart leaps! My own eyes fill, and tingles of raw adrenaline race through my every limb!

You are marked. The power of the Ceaseless Watcher flows through you, and the time of our victory is here. 

I laugh (or sob), with no one to witness, the echoes dying with only the Eye to see.

Don’t worry, John. You’ll get used to it here, in the world that we have made. 

Yes! Jon, it’s time! It’s time! Don’t you see? This will be so beautiful!

Now. Repeat after me. 

I raise my face to the darkness of my tower, my seat rising, the tower shaking, the Panopticon wrenching through the soil of central London like a phallus through virgin flesh, and the irony of this tears more laughter from me even as I expand, change, stretch, rise into the air, and it all

Come to us in your wholeness. 

floods

Come to us in your perfection. 

tears

Bring all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes 

not the crown, I

and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns 

Jon, it’s not the Crown, it

and hunts and rips and bleeds and dies! 

I am become the Pupil of the Eye and I am lost.

Come to us. I… OPEN… THE DOOR! 

And I think

(Barely, my thoughts rise as I rise with my tower and together we pierce the world) 

I think

this

Crown was

(Jon is screaming, and he does not see how beautiful he is with the crown atop his head) 

meant for…

(Jon) 

for you.

Jon!

The world changes, rips, spills its guts into the water of reality and muddies it, impossible to ever be made clean again. I rise. I see. All.

Bliss. Floating. Smearing. All things, every heart, every fear. All of it, too much.

Jon… you should have…

(he is still still screaming) 

Come to me. You still can.

(chosen he was chosen this was meant for him)

I wish you could come to me. We are meant to torment one another for all time. We—

(the crown magnificent and terrible and shining with the light of his new eyes) 

You will come to me.

Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It’s looking back. 

I am looking back. Jon. I wait for you in the heart of the new world we have made. I wait.

Together, we will see it all.

#tma spoilers #mag 160 #tma #tma fic #magnus archives fic #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #jonathan sims #jonah magnus/jonathan sims if you squint #trans jonah magnus

[minnieminss]

JEWELS WITHIN; a wolf story pt.4

Pairing - Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x 6 year old!oc x fem!reader

Warnings - werewolf au, cold!soonyoung, cursing, hoshi using nicknames for his little sister (baby, honey, etc), painfully shy!reader, but also lowkey childish and adorable, angst, age gap, (4years). Bipolar!josh (he can get so soft and then be an ass but we all know he cares), not the best of writing but I try.. :)

Summary - After being rejected by his mother at birth and parents murdered by hunters, soonyoung is faced with the responsibility of raising his little sister alone… until he finds you.

Word count - ?

Hana’s pov

It’s been 2 hours since my brother left. I miss him so much! Who am I going to annoy now? Or…or play games with?

Today I’ve realized how boring it is without hoshi.

Speaking of games… the nice girl Aria offered to play games with me, but I didn’t like the idea of playing with someone else without my brother here. It made me feel bad.

So, I sat on the long rectangle like chair (that’s called a couch… I think.) and watched what they call a ‘show’ on a box called a tv!

The show wasn’t all that good to be honest, a bunch of puppets singing and I was already a bit bored by it.

Who am I kidding? This show is great!

I probably watched about 2 episodes of it until I heard people starting to talk due to someone coming in through the door.

“Josh! Your sisters here!” Said somebody.

The scary guy has a sister? I wonder if she’s my age!

No… maybe?

Joshua came downstairs the greet his sister the same time I turn my head to see who this mystery sister is.

She’s not my age. Should’ve known Hana!

“Y/n? What are you doing here?! How did you even get here?” The boy asked. “I… missed my brother?” The girl said quietly, chuckling nervously.

“Y/n…” he said. Sternly looking at the younger girl.

“Can we just talk about it later? Please.” The girl said looking away from the older boy. “Fine. I want you to meet someone, We have a guest.” Joshua said pointing to Hana.

“Hi! I’m Hana!” The girl said loudly making the girl flinch. “Hello..” the girl said with a small voice.

“I have a brother too! His name is Hoshi!” She said smiling. “How nice… how old are you Hana?” The girl asks. “I’m six years old! Yesterday was my birthday!” Hana says giggling.

“You’re very cute Hana, I can see us being friends..” the girl says looking at Joshua who smiles encouragingly.

“Me too! Wanna watch this show with me?” Hana says turning back to face the Tv with a bounce.

“Sure, sounds amazing”

—

Soonyoung

“Shifts are normally around 8 hours a day, 12 if you do an extra shift.” Aria says.

“I know you wanted to keep as little amount of time away from your sister as possible but this is the best it’s gonna be Soonyoung.” She continued.

“I’m definitely going to hate this but, I really need the money.” I sigh. “When’s the fastest I can start?”

“Well, I can see if I can get you an interview perhaps by Friday, which is in two days so it would be a tight fit but not impossible.” She breaths out. “How about you wait here and I’ll go find my boss so you can chat with him?” She begins walking away before I could answer.

I wonder what Hana’s doing right now… I sure do miss her

Despite the amount of hours I need to spend away from her, I don’t feel anything bad is to go with this chance,

Because I’ll be able to make enough money to get us a new home just for the two of us, raise her the correct way, the only same thing is I’ll keep her homeschooled, nobody will change my mind on that.

She deserves so many great things and life and I just know that I’ll be able to give it to her.

Although I do wish she could have some type of woman figure in her life but even if she doesn’t so what? So many people raise their kids alone, besides I’ve been doing it for 6 years, what’s decades more?

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Hi everyone! I apologize for the delay in this series and also for a short chapter, writing isn’t my strong suit and I do so many other things out of this. Plus I really wanted to get something out as it’s been soooo long 😅. I plan to have a but of a dramatic time skip in one of the chapters but I won’t say when or which🤭…

Here’s some other things to look out for (hopefully)

New writing layouts

New master list

New one-shot (let’s hope hard on this one)

So thank you all for being patient!

#hoshi oneshot #kwon soonyoung #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #soonyoung au #oneshot #kpop #kpop oneshots #kpop series #svt scenarios #svt hoshi #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen x you

[cloudcountry]

JXKNFSD HELP I’M READING THE THREAD ABOUT THE IKEVAMP OCS AND CACKLING

Beethoven at Mozart: *treats him with respect* Yes sir, thank you for all your work.

Beethoven at Napoleon: Oh, you arch-ass! You double-barrelled ass! (And yes, this is an actual, genuine quote from the real Beethoven-)

Let me tell you, when it comes to insults, Beethoven does NOT hold back. He comes out SWINGING-

When Napoleon declared himself the Emperor of France, Beethoven was outraged, saying, “So he is no more than a common mortal! Now he, too, will tread underfoot all the rights of man [and] indulge only his ambition; now he will think himself superior to all men [and] become a tyrant!”

Oh, and one more thing about Beethoven and Napoleon! Apparently, Beethoven’s younger brother, Nikolaus Johann van Beethoven, was involved with him. His brother wished to be called Johann instead of Nikolaus, which Ludwig didn’t like; he hated his father, who was an alcoholic and pushed responsibility of taking care of the family on him when he was only 16. In 1808, Johann opened a medical pharmacy in Linz, Upper Austria. When Napoleon invaded Austria in 1809 and established a base camp in Linz for wounded soldiers, Johann actually supported the French by giving them medical supplies. Helping the enemy made him a hated citizen in his hometown, but because of his support, the French gave him money and this made him rich.

When Johann bought an estate in Gneixendorf in 1819, he signed a letter to Ludwig “From your brother Johann, landowner.” Ludwig signed his reply, “From your brother Ludwig, brain owner.”

Some personal impressions about Johann were actually written down in other sources! Gerhard von Breuning said that Johann “bore no resemblance whatever to his brother Ludwig.” Another person, Count Moritz Lichnowsky said of Johann during a conversation with Ludwig, “Everyone makes a fool of him; we call him simply 'The Chevalier'. — Everybody says his only merit is that he bears your name."

And of course, I am back at it again with quotes,, all of these are from Beethoven- 🚶 I love quotes from historical figures, and I am going to pester you with them. This is a threat 🫵 /lh 

Beethoven: “Anyone who tells a lie has not pure heart, and cannot make good soup.”

Beethoven, speaking to royalty: “What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven.”

Beethoven: “Even in poverty I lived like a king for I tell you that nobility is the thing that makes a king.”

Beethoven: “I like honesty and sincerity, and I maintain that an artist should not be shabbily treated.”

Beethoven: “I shall seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me.”

Beethoven: “How glad I am to be able to roam in the wood and thicket, among trees and flowers and rocks ... in the country, every tree seems to speak to me, saying, ‘Holy! Holy’, in the woods, there is enchantment which expresses all things.”

An extract from a letter from Beethoven: “The true artist is not proud, he unfortunately sees that art has no limits; he feels darkly how far he is from the goal; and though he may be admired by others, he is sad not to have reached that point to which his better genius only appears as a distant, guiding sun. I would, perhaps, rather come to you and your people, than to many rich folk who display inward poverty.”

Beethoven: “The world is a king, and like a king, desires flattery in return for favor; but true art is selfish and perverse — it will not submit to the mold of flattery.”

Beethoven: “It is my wish that you may have at better and freer life than I have had. Recommend virtue to your children; it alone, not money, can make them happy. I speak from experience; this was what upheld me in time of misery.”

Beethoven: “I have always reckoned myself among the greatest admirers of Mozart, and shall do so till the day of my death.”

Beethoven considered Mozart to be one of the musical immortals. When an admirer wrote to the young up-and-coming composer and even compared him to the greats, Beethoven replied, "do not rob Handel, Haydn, and Mozart of their laurel wreaths; they have earned theirs, but I am not yet entitled to one."

Also!! I'm so sorry for such a long post!! There was a lot I wanted to say 🤧 

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

i feel bad because youre always writing essays in my inbox that i loev reading sm but i can only response with WOWIE and OMG TAHTS SO COOL :C i hope it doesnt bother you ^^

but all that aside, WOW beethoven sounds like a grumpy old man. but liek, the best version of a grumpy old man.

ITS SO NICE THAT HE ADMIRED MOZART SO MUCH :(((

“The true artist is not proud, he unfortunately sees that art has no limits; he feels darkly how far he is from the goal; and though he may be admired by others, he is sad not to have reached that point to which his better genius only appears as a distant, guiding sun. I would, perhaps, rather come to you and your people, than to many rich folk who display inward poverty.”

this hits different when you write fanfic and you feel like your work will never be as pretty and eloquent as other writers wow. beethoven was so real for that omg

ITS OKAY YOUR RAMBLES CAN BE LONG THATS FINE!!! i just have trouble writing long responses so i wont write in euqal length ^^; I PROMISE ILL READ EVERYTHING THOUGH

#plus my hands are like. in constant pain oops #DONT COME FO RME MOOTS YOU KNOW THIS ALREADY #jackdaw anon <3

[your-tutor-abacus]

a "Travel Blog" for the Sunspot

I spent quite some time considering just what my URL should be. And what I chose is ironic. Let me explain.

Originally, I thought I really should write to our collective wordpress blog under my name. But the truth is, as much as it would be good for this series of articles to go there first and foremost, I hate the wordpress interface for just writing off the cuff. I used it for the work of uploading my novel for so long, it saps me of all lucidity when I look at it. And I need something more personal, that feels more like it belongs to me.

Hence this tumblr blog.

Of course, then, I found that someone already had abacus dot tumblr dot com. It's a ancient word in a few Earth languages, so that's no surprise.

But while I could go by my original untranslated name, Yarrayoa'uf, I don't want to. Even though it was my choice, I made that choice at just a few years old, and I've lived with it far too long. And now that I've discovered the English pronunciation of Abacus, I find I quite like it. So, Abacus is literally my name now.

So, then there's the question of how to differentiate myself.

I could have chosen abacus-the-dragon for my url, and it still tempts me. I am a dragon, after all. Though there are at least three words in Inmararräo that get translated to dragon in English, all three do apply to me, so the English word "dragon" would be a very fitting descriptor for me.

But, honestly, it doesn't tell you what this blog is for, and I wanted something that did that.

And here's the thing, if you've read any of the Sunspot Chronicles (or if you live aboard the ship) you know just how important and culturally charged the word "Tutor" is. That word holds so much meaning that tells you exactly what I aim to be for you, if only temporarily through this blog. Think of it as "tutor" with a lowercase "t".

Tutors guide their Students through every aspect of their first life, from birth to ascension, with the hopes of ushering them into Crewhood with as broad and deep a knowledge of the Sunspot's culture and workings as possible.

And when Ni'a was born, and my position of being their Tutor was usurped by Phage, I was assigned by the Crew Council to write a book about them. And during that task, I discovered something horrific. The Crew are Ignorant to what the Children are doing! And that's when I started my tours. Which are ultimately what have led me to start writing this blog.

You may have heard some of my speeches or read some of my documents calling for the abolition of Tutorhood. This is what makes my blog url ironic. I still stand by every word of those. But I mean that Tutorhood as an assigned position should be abolished. Tutoring as an Art, however, is still needed. It should be voluntary.

I, personally, have chosen to re-embrace that Art. But in a new way, to show the people of `etekeyerrinwuf, the Sunspot, what it can be and mean.

So, here we are.

"But, Abacus," you may ask, "what is this about English? How is it that the Sunspot has contacted Earth, and why English?"

The simple answer is that there turns out to be a Tunnel Apparatus there, located in the PDX area of Oregon, operated by some English speaking individuals who help us maintain our Network presence on Earth. I am very interested in the other languages spoken on Earth, but I have not yet had time to study them as much as I'd like.

How that end of the Tunnel got there and just exactly where it is are protected secrets (and potential spoilers for the Sunspot Chronicles), however, so I'm not going to tell you that part. It's a precious connection, and we can't risk it.

We are, however, working on a method by which Earthlings might visit the Sunspot. So, if you happen to be one of my readers who lives on Earth, please stay tuned. We look forward to visiting you in person some day! And this blog may yet be more than just a work of fiction for you.

In the mean time, you may wish to read more about the Sunspot, and fortunately our history is being recorded here:

#introduction #Abacus' travel blog

[im--tired]

This is controversial.

But as someone who was a trans man for 2 years I feel like I have some place to speak on it.

Bring transgender (and this is not all people but specifically my personal experiences) is based off of gender stereotypes.

I just saw a video on Dylan Mulvaney's new song and I can't say anything has pissed me off more. There is no such thing as a concrete slate of what a woman is. A woman can be a nurse but she could also be a plumber, which we all know. But how womanhood in these terms tends to be portrayed as harmful stereotypes that can harm biological women. I have no issue with whatever these people's lives are but to say that biological women are just bleeders that give birth (which some of us dont even get periods and are infertile) but then go and say that you have to "learn the basics" even though you literally just said they're wasn't anything that makes a woman a woman.

I'm sorry for my language, but what the fuck?

I'm exhausted of how this is going. And for me to sit over here and watch, mind you, literal children, be influenced by this and think to be a woman you have to be like this and to be a man you have to be like this and if you're not in either explicit rules then you're something else.

Dosen't that literally go against everything we've tried to fix as a society? I'm not a man but I have many male friends so I'm aware that if a man were to wear a dress or whatever is considered feminine he'd be called gay and said no woman would ever like him. Obviously I'm not a man but I have heard things along those lines before.

My point is, the only reason transgender exists is because of harmful gender stereotypes we've created since the beginning of society. I'm a history nerd and you can make the argument that there was gender discriminatory in hunter-gatherer times but I'm pretty sure our ancestors just new that men were biologically stronger than women. Specifically within the Ancient Rome and Greece it is known that women had practically no rights, it's a whole thing but I'm not going to get into that because this will be much longer than it needs to be.

Just think about it. Like you're the exact same person, just with different genitals. Is it really worth all the money? And if so, why?It's just a vagina or a penis it's not much of a difference.

And I'll tell you how I know. I got sick and tired of how I looked because I was "too masculine" with my blunt eyebrows, square face, and muscular bone structure. It's not even like I was extremely muscular either (of which I am now significantly more than I was at the time because I've come to embrace that part of myself). I also had a slight mustache, because body hair is, NORMAL, and my mom kept nagging me about my body hair (My mom is an amazing woman so don't say anything rude about her, it's just unfortunately how our society works). So I became trans. It felt as though all my problems had dissapeared and all I had to worry about was correcting people and changing my name. But it soon became hard. I realized how feminine I actually was and hated every part of it. Not to mention a lot of my friends are part of the LGBTQ+ and I can't explain how absolutely terrified I was to tell them. I got the "Oh are you sure it wasn't your parents or peers pressuring you into it" amongst lots if other things. It was hard for me to actually be myself when I had been hiding behind a person I created just because I hated certain parts of my personality, looks or interests for being "too masculine".

It has been said so many times and I'll say it again. The issue does not lie with people being transgender or anything under the umbrella (I don't care what you have in your pants or what your pronouns are I'll respect it because it has nothing to do with me) it has to lie with gender roles, expectations, culture etc. Its good to preserve history and culture, but some needs to be changed for the good.

Theres so many more details I could add to this to explain it more but these are just the basics. If anyone has questions onto why I have this opinion or need for more information don't hesitate to ask.

And also just remember I'm just someone on the internet so if you dont agree with my opinion feel free to rip my face off in the comments but it's really a waste of your time.

#gender issues #gender stereotypes

[sytokun]

i was wondering your thoughts on jaune as a character tbh. today i was thinking about atla and where it succeeded versus where rwby failed (especially because miles luna himself has compared rwby to atla multiple times).

one thing i disliked about rwby is that all four of the girls are super important in some way. ruby has silver eyes, weiss is the SDC heiress (richest company in the world), blake is WF leader’s daughter (also from a wealthy family), yang’s mom is a maiden. none of them are normal.

in atla, we have aang (the avatar), katara (who’s the last southern tribe waterbender… kinda?), toph (rich family daughter), zuko (firelord’s son) and sokka… who is completely normal. i like how they have a normal guy in atla which makes him relatable to the viewer.

the problem is in rwby, this normal guy is jaune. who ends up sticking along in the plot and being forced by the writers to be in situations which get him hate from the fndm. miles said jaune is partially inspired by sokka (dorky funny strategist type) but at the same time it means jnpr has to be part of the rwby adventures for jaune to be around. which makes people dislike jaune even more.

i kinda rambled but i was wondering yours thoughts on him? where did he fail where sokka succeeded and so on in your opinion?

Not to mention the inclusion of Oscar who is basically Normal Guy 2.0 before Ozpin came along, but yeah.

Hypothetically, Blake would have been a great everyman type for Team RWBY had she not been revealed to be of noble birth. Had she been written more as an orphan left to fight on the wilds outside the Kingdoms, her humble origin would have been a good contrast to the rest of Team RWBY, and grounded her with the audience within the team.

But in regards to Jaune, I've had some discussions on my server about him, and he's a tough nut to crack. Speaking of his failure within the context of canon, there is a definitely a disconnect between him being essentially a fifth main character and being a part of the B-team.

Another shortcoming is that he often, as many have and will attest, steals moments much better suited for other characters. Him vs. Cinder and killing Penny come to mind, both of which would vastly benefit Ruby more. And I think it's because he doesn't have an arc to speak of, ironically given his name.

For Sokka, he has a very distinct arc and dynamic within the Gaang that doesn't really overlap with the others. Neither Aang, Katara nor Toph are natural skeptics, nor are they non-benders, nor do they have an interest in technology or strategy. And his actual arc revolves around learning to be a man - not immature machismo, but responsibility and virtue. This alone lets Sokka occupy a niche that makes him valuable to the audience, because his unique experience is valuable.

However, Jaune, like Oscar, has many aspects that feel poached from other characters. His struggles as a leader steps on the toes of Ruby's arc as a team leader. His implied backstory as being from a line of famous Hunters can overlap with Weiss and the Schnee legacy (though due to how vague this detail is, there's room to play with this to make it more distinct). His niche as a strategist/tactician also overlaps with Ruby, leaving fans to headcanon distinctions between them, such as making Jaune a more "big picture tactician", while Ruby is a more "boots on the ground" strategist.

But the problem, as seen, lies in the fact that he offers very little to the audience, because what he offers, other characters can too. But because he does a little bit of everything, he is also always a little bit relevant to any situation, inflating his presence but not his importance in the show.

I've seen a post that posits that Jaune was at his most likeable in Volume 7, because there he was playing the role he should be to Team RWBY: a supporting character. While I do agree somewhat with this, as he was at his most likeable, being a sort of anchor trying to stay positive for everyone (nevermind that this is a trait overlapping with Ruby), he was also pretty... harmless?

I suppose it's because I've grown used to his extended presence, but him actually being more in the background also made him feel... kinda basic? There was really nothing too offensive, but also nothing terribly interesting for him to fall back on. He has no unique dynamic to bounce off of, no unique niche to fill. He's just kind of... there, occupying whatever vague role the story needs for him. And that makes him fairly forgettable; likeable only because he was no longer overstaying his welcome.

As for possible solutions, if I had to rework him from the ground up, I'd probably take Jaune in one of two directions, if not a bit of both:

A pampered noble. Lean more into his sheltered upbringing and weak start. He's from a long line of Hunters but for whatever reason was not raised as one or just lacks talent. Like Weiss but without any of the bite.

An underdog. This would work more if he was from more humble origins, but basically a no-name dude trying to work his way from the bottom.

Personally, I would lean more towards Option 1, if only because Oscar is clearly of humble birth and I would want to keep them as distinct from each other as possible. But for both, I would emphasize his underdog vibe as a weak fighter, as that is the one aspect he has in the series that everyone else doesn't.

Oscar would be weak too, but that's because he has no experience nor need to fight up until he joins the plot. But for Jaune, he would just be plain bad. He's bad at fighting even when he wants to be good, given his lineage, and that already creates a solid arc for him to work towards.

While Oscar would be fine with not being a fighter, it would be a source of a massive inferiority complex for Jaune, which totally checks out with how he behaves throughout Volume 1 and Jaunedice - sometimes even sabotaging himself because he's too stubborn to swallow his pride and admit he's weak and needs help, because a scion of a reputable Hunter family shouldn't be this weak.

As for his dynamic with the rest of the cast, knowing this, I'd probably make him incredibly weak, but also incredibly determined. While other characters can be determined too, Jaune would be so to an absurd amount, because he has to make up for his weakness with sheer will and persistence. If he falls down, he would get up more times than everyone else because he falls down more than everyone else. When faced with a problem, his natural inclination would just be to throw himself at it until either side yields.

This would be compatible with him having lots of Aura too. He's like a rock - uncomplicated in nature and immovable when it counts. Rather than make him a tactician, I'd make him the source of morale of the cast. People would be inspired by Jaune because even if he doesn't contribute much to a fight, he'll always be the last one standing; and seeing him would encourage the others to stand back up and continue fighting.

#syto asks #rwby #blake belladonna #jaune arc #rwde

[bsd-cherish-official]

So, it’s October 20th — a date that as far as this blog and especially Cherish’s author and first artist is concerned, is practically some sort of international holiday.

I wanted to have something much more substantial than these two tiny rough sketches out by the time the date rolled around, but as you all know, I’ve been quite busy with all the Cherish content I’ve been wanting to release for this month, so this is the best I can do for the moment, until I have the time to more properly clean them up and color them.

There’s a whole lot that I could say on a day like this — a lot of thoughts in my head just itching to find their way out onto the post, but I think that saying some of it would be a bit premature without first lining up all my proverbial ducks in a row, and I want to keep this post mostly lighthearted, anyway.

So…for now let me say this.

In the past I’ve made posts talking about how just precious and irreplaceable of a character BSD Arthur is, of his sweetness, of his kindness, of his gentleness and selflessness, and how dearly I love him and am glad he came to exist through the series.

All of this could not be more true, and I think that my intense interest and love and respect for him as a character still — all these five years and seven plus months later from the day I learned of him — should speak volumes about just how unique and incredible of character he is, despite his confinement to mostly only two light novels in official canon.

He is a wellspring from which my blog was primarily born and on which it still runs today, with no sign of drying up — a topic I could continue to talk of for ages.

…And yet, I would also be remiss not to mention the real life 19th Century poet of the same name upon which he was heavily and inseparably based, and to which we owe the entirety of his existence.

I had said once in passing that I wished a happy birthday to the tragic disaster of a human being that was him, but in hindsight, I don’t think that such words carry even half the weight that I wish to evoke when I say that I want to celebrate his birthday, too.

I know that a lot of people when they talk about BSD will wish the irl namesakes of their favorite characters a happy birthday, and I feel like my well wishes in the past also came off in this same way as many of them mean it: “Here’s an obligatory celebration of your existence because without you, this character couldn’t have been”…but the thing is, that in no way sums up how I feel about the situation at all.

Maybe, in the early days of my research into the author, it might have been like that, but it is not anymore. And it is not just as a poet, but most especially as a human being, that I wish to see and partake in Arthur’s birthday celebrated.

My lengthy and dedicated research over the years has taught me that at heart and in truth he was actually not this heartless, needlessly cold, absurdly cruel and gratuitously offensive, irredeemable little shit “everyone would hate if we met him today” that we see sensationalized in the various forms of media and clickbait articles, but rather, just a deeply troubled teenager who from a very young age continuously suffered through some of the worst shit imaginable, surrounded by terrible people and circumstances in a time where he quite frankly didn’t belong and in which the odds of his chances at finding genuine happiness and peace were almost nil from birth. Yes, he made many mistakes and sometimes did things that were definitely not quite right — he was absolutely as flawed a human being as you or I, but not more flawed, not evil. Once he broke free from the people who made his life hell, he became a perfectly decent and average — though withdrawn, emotionally devastated, and creatively burnt out and defeated — adult.

And it is to him — the tortured soul who yearned for more than the unlucky cards he was dealt, who dared to dream but whose dreams burnt up in the atmosphere and left him just a shadow quietly navigating the world he didn’t want to live in until his premature death — that I reach out to today, and on every day and every time that I write Cherish.

If I could reach out to the past and just give him a hug, tell him that he and his works are loved and heard and remembered by people that will not be born for decades — even centuries — after he has passed, and that he is not alone, then I would in a heartbeat. But since I cannot, all of this will just have to be enough.

Happy Birthday, Arthur Rimbaud. Both you and your BSD self. I’m so far beyond glad that you were born.

#bsd-cherish-official #linklethehistorian #bungou stray dogs #bsd #Bungou Stray Dogs: Cherish #Cherish #BSD: Cherish Official Post #Cherish Art #Cherish Official Art #my artwork #sketch #wip #digital art #procreate #iPad Pro 2020 #Apple Pencil 2 #my fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #bsd fanfic #my original content #chuuya nakahara #bsd arthur rimbaud #bsd paul verlaine #Arthur Rimbaud #CHUUART #verrim #rimlaine #posted by author and first artist Linkle

[coochiequeens]

“I have stated in a public post, that I stand for JK Rowling and Kathleen Stock and I’m against calling women ‘menstruators,’ ‘birthing people’ and other dehumanizing slurs. Consequently, I was told I’m a transphobe and homophobe, which is absolutely untrue.” 

By Bryndís Blackadder. October 8, 2023

An award-winning Polish electronic and noise musician has found herself “canceled” after speaking out against gender ideology. Ewa Justka, a musician and electronics teacher, has spoken exclusively to Reduxx about her experience becoming the target for harassment and abuse because of her views.

Justka’s ordeal began on July 1, when she posted on her Instagram in support of Harry Potter creator JK Rowling and professor Kathleen Stock. Justka uploaded multiple screenshots, including one with the definition of “lesbian” as a “female homosexual,” and another of a Telegraph article which denounced the term “TERF” as “the ultimate slur against women.” TERF is an acronym meaning “trans exclusionary radical feminist,” but has been applied more broadly to any woman who criticizes gender ideology, often accompanied with threats of violence.

“Are you a woman who experienced sex-based discrimination? Have you been canceled for expressing your views regarding recent misogyny and hatred towards feminists like JK Rowling, Kathleen Stock, and other brave women having the balls (metaphoric ones) to speak out?” Justka began her Instagram post, continuing that she wanted women who fit her description to contact her.

But shortly after the post was uploaded, Justka found herself the target of a cancellation campaign intended to penalize her for her views.

Following her post on Instagram, Justka received hate mail in her direct messages and emails, angry comments on her post, a removal from a pending compilation album, and the cancellation of workshops and gigs.

One of her shows, which had been arranged at The Old Hairdressers in Glasgow, was cancelled, and Justka began to receive intense online and in-person harassment from local musicians. One local establishment, Stereo, even refused her service due to allegedly making patrons “feel unsafe” because of her views.

One of the hateful messages Justka received included a threat from music journalist Peter Kirn who stated “…tell you what, Ewa- we’ll beat you. I’ll do my best to absolutely makes sure no one works with you. So you want to see the power of this patriarchal system you’re so upset about? Watch me.”

While she was immediately struck off from some events she had been scheduled at, one of her most pressing concerns was her appearance with an influential artist.

Justka was due to perform alongside British electronic musician Mathew Herbert in October of 2023 at the Gulbenkian Art Centre in Canterbury, an event associated with the Oram Awards. Worried the campaign against her would reach the Awards administration, she contacted them for support and assurance that they would not cancel her appearance. But she found that her invitation to perform was being rescinded.

Justka won the Oram Award in 2017 and is an alumna of the institution, having won the “inaugural” competition judged by Róisín Murphy and mastering engineer Mandy Parnell. As described by FACT magazine: “The PRS Foundation and The New BBC Radiophonic Workshop have announced a new awards initiative to celebrate women innovating in the fields of sound and music. The awards are named after BBC Radiophonic Workshop co-founder Daphne Oram and purport to “build on her legacy.”

Justka was offered the invitation in May to travel to appear in the October 7 event where she was contracted to run an audio-visual synth workshop, appear in a Q&A panel, and do a performance, with brochures for the event being produced.

In an email seen by Reduxx, Justka reached out to The Oram Awards on July 7 to ask whether they were planning on removing her from the event due to her opinions.

“I’m not sure if you are aware, but during the last few days I have experienced quite a big wave of harassment, attempts of intimidation, bullying and I lost numerous workshops and gigs,” Justka wrote. “I have stated in a public post, that I stand for JK Rowling and Kathleen Stock and I’m against calling women ‘menstruators,’ ‘birthing people’ and other dehumanizing slurs. Consequently, I was told I’m a transphobe and homophobe, which is absolutely untrue.” 

She then elaborated on her opinions on the political situation, linking it to the Oram Awards’ mission statement.

“Please let me know where you stand on that, as I won’t stay silent about this, and also I want to have an actual discussion with people about this topic, no matter what they identify as. Unfortunately I wasn’t given this opportunity yet.”

Days later, the Oram Awards responded:

“Thank you for reaching out to us about this. We weren’t aware of this situation and sorry to hear how this experience has affected you personally and professionally. We want to carefully discuss this and reply to you when the rest of the team comes back from holiday next week.”

Justka chased them up a week later as she had received no further communication, and finally received a reply on July 18.

“We are an organization fighting for women’s rights in the music industry by providing a much-needed platform for their work and supporting their creative development,” an Oram Awards organizer wrote. “Our position on trans rights is that trans women are women and we hope that everyone we work with responds to that respectfully.”

Confused, Justka asked for an elaboration, and inquired as to whether the Awards was suggesting that males could change their sex or identify into womanhood.

On July 20, Justka received a response condemning her “negative emails” towards the Awards, and stating that “it has become clear that we can no longer work with you.”

It continued: “This email is confirmation that the invitation to participate in our event at the Gulbenkian on October 7th has been revoked.”

Following the months-long ordeal, Justka continued to lose work, including a provisional arrangement to lecture for the London College of Communication at the University of the Arts in London. She has since moved to Italy in order “to escape” the situation.

While continuing her work in solitude, Justka has created an album in response to her cancellation and started a women-only project to encourage female musicians to create and build their own electronic synthesizers.

Speaking to Reduxx, Justka explained that her July comments came from a place of concern for the impact gender ideology was having on women’s rights.

“I’ve been listening to women’s voices and hearing about the discrimination so many of them went through just by stating biological facts and by sharing their concerns about having dangerous men in women’s prisons, and predators who take advantage of self id laws in UK,” she said. “Moreover, I’ve experienced domestic abuse throughout my life, I couldn’t stay silent anymore.”

Calling gender ideology “extremely dangerous,” Justka notes that the language employed by trans activists often dehumanizes women and erodes women-only spaces.

“This all damages women’s rights so many feminists fought for. The art scene that celebrates this ideology is, in my view, extremely hypocritical and I could not subscribe to their agenda anymore.”

Justka notes that her expulsion from the Oram Awards was the most hurtful incident in her ordeal.

“The Oram Awards claims to be a ‘women-supporting foundation,’ yet it clearly does not stand for women since, in their view, men can be women and they’ll drop a female artist in a whim if she dares to question gender ideology,” she says. “I moved to the UK from Poland as I believed I would be valued according to my work, knowledge, and capabilities. Clearly, I was wrong – it’s unfortunate, but in UK, if you’re a female artist and don’t subscribe to gender ideology, you will be cancelled, and your work opportunities will be taken away. It’s very clear to me, that this is vindictive, Stasi-like discrimination of women and girls and we must speak out against it and stand for women’s rights.”

Ironically, one of the judges who awarded Justka the Oram Award in 2017, pop-musician Róisín Murphy, also recently found herself being attacked for making a statement against gender ideology.

Murphy made international headlines after screenshots of a comment she made on her personal Facebook page began circulating on X (formerly Twitter). In the post, Murphy stated: “Please don’t call me a terf, please don’t keep using that word against women. I beg you! But puberty blockers ARE FUCKED, absolutely desolate, big pharma laughing all the way to the bank. Little mixed up kids are vulnerable and need to be protected, that’s just true.”

Murphy soon after penned an apology following some backlash from trans activists, and it is alleged that the BBC refused to play tunes from her chart-topping album as a result of her comments.

#Ewa Justka #TERF is a slur used to silence women #Silencing women #Peter Kirn threatened to destroy a woman’s career #Oran awards and censorship

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Since you sent me, I shall send in return!

Blorbos? Tell me about them if you wish!

YES

Okay. Technically he’s my own creation. But DR!Merlin is definitely my blorbo! I’ve made posts about his redesign (which I need to update) and characterization, so now it’s time for backstory!

Well, some of it. The meme I made definitely still applies, but I can, at the least, now tell you about his birth and his sister! :D

So obviously, Emerald Embers spoilers, but there are a lot of dark subjects ahead.

TW/CW for: rape, mentions of genocide, murder, and child death.

In the year 5,650 B.C., Adhan, a mortal human, is raped by a cambion. Merlin is born nine months later as a result.

It was an attempt to bring the Anti-Christ into the world, and as the first human wizard, Merlin was supposed to be. His magic surfaces as a baby, because a demon’s magic is very powerful.

Being half-demon also gave him exceptional intelligence, and it first shows through his eyes. His eyes are a muddy color when he’s born, but as he gets older, and his blue eyes become clearer, intelligence shines in them.

(At two years old he speaks very eloquently, and he’s already beginning to act like an adult in a child’s body.)

Adhan falls in love and marries his stepfather, also a normal human, about a year after his birth.

Three months later, she gets pregnant.

One day, Adhan and Merlin are sitting in their family home. She’s rocking him, and he’s falling asleep. But then a noise coming from his mother’s stomach startles him awake. She’s very confused by what noise he could be talking about, but they eventually figure out that he was hearing a heartbeat from her unborn baby.

His sister, Ganieda is born, and when he sees her for the first time, he gets a gut feeling that she isn’t like him. He’s confused, because he doesn’t know why she isn’t, and he’s sad, because he thought she would be like him.

But he loves her, and when she grows old enough, she loves her big brother’s magic.

Back then, magic wasn’t feared or hated, and people were amazed by it.

But as he and Ganieda grow up, more wizards start being born, and so do more cambions who wanted to bring the end of the world, because Merlin apparently won’t. (He doesn’t even know the true circumstances of his birth until years later.)

Because of all this, people become afraid. They begin to associate all human magic with demons and evil, and they decide they need to exterminate it.

So… they start capturing wizards and killing then.

Whether the wizards are innocent or not isn’t the point; no matter what, it’s a terrible, brutal act that shouldn’t have happened, but it does, and it keeps happening.

But Merlin and his family are safe, and he has no idea what’s going on. (The mortal humans know he has a high amount of power, even if he hasn’t used it yet, so they want to get the drop on him.)

Ganieda gets married to a mortal man named Rhydderch Hael, and Merlin, who’s just started getting into crafting, makes them both wedding gifts.

She gets a necklace, and Rhydderch gets a knife.

Ganieda gets pregnant pretty soon after the wedding, and everyone is overjoyed. Merlin is very excited to be an uncle because it’s his only sibling, and unbeknownst to them, the baby is a girl.

The fear of magic keeps getting worse. Soon whole mobs dedicated to wiping out at all magic form, and they decide they have enough manpower to kill Merlin.

They arrive to Merlin’s village. A few of them infiltrate it, pretending to be newcomers searching for a home; the rest of them stay in hiding. They begin spying on Merlin, and they learn that he has a sister. And anyone who’s in proximity to magic and knows about it is helping them live, and helping the magic spread, so they need to die.

One day, Merlin and Rhydderch go out to trade metal for silk, leaving Ganieda at home because she’s very far along at that point.

The mob strikes.

They break the door to Merlin, Ganieda, and Rhydderch’s house down, and they stab her in the stomach, killing her and her unborn child.

Then they set a few houses on fire, driving everyone else out. They leave Merlin’s family home alone for him to discover.

Then they take their exit, satisfied that their work is done. They’d ruined the village, killed Merlin’s sister, and Merlin would definitely end himself when he discovered the carnage.

Merlin and Rhydderch arrive home to their village mostly burned down, with no one in sight. They’re confused, horrified, and terrified for their family’s safety.

They race to their house, and find the door broken, hanging off its hinges.

Ganieda is on the floor close to the entrance. She’s lying in a pool of her own blood, and it’s clear that she’s been dead for a while.

They stare at her in horrified silence, shock rendering them completely unable to speak.

Merlin starts to disassociate for the first time.

Rhydderch, who had gone to his sister and picked up her body while he was, calls his name and begs him to do something, snapping him out of it.

He walks toward them with shaking legs and kneels slowly, taking her into his arms.

And he tries to think of something, anything, that will help-

But he knows he can’t do anything, and Rhydderch sees it in his eyes. He starts sobbing, and Merlin starts crying too.

Merlin starts to lose his innocence that day. It would take a lot more centuries, a lot more losses, and a lot more trauma, but it was the first thing that changed him into the man he is now.

The village slowly starts trickling back, and they hold a funeral for Ganieda and the baby.

At the funeral, Rhydderch gives Merlin her necklace, saying that he should have it because he was the one who made it.

He takes it without protesting and puts it on, a thousand yard stare on his face.

A few months later, Merlin and Rhydderch find themselves in a battle with the steadily growing number of anti-magic humans. (Some of them are definitely the ones who murdered Ganieda and her child.)

One of them stabs Rhydderch in the heart, and Merlin sees him go down.

He races over, kneeling so quickly he roughly slams his knees, but he barely notices that.

Maybe this time his magic could do something.

He lights his hands up and slams them down into his brother-in-law’s chest, over and and over again.

It doesn’t do anything.

Rhydderch is already gone. He’s dead, just like his sister. Just like his sister, there are no goodbyes, no promises to see each other again.

He stares down at his brother-in-law’s body, his blood covering his hands.

He snaps. A grieving, agonized scream tears from his throat, and with it comes a wave of uncontrollable magic that blasts everyone away.

He picks his brother-in-law up and cradles his body, just like he’d cradled his sister’s.

The village has another funeral.

Eventually, Adhan and his father die of old age, leaving him with only Charlie.

Speaking of Charlie. I need to insert him in here. 🥹🤦‍♀️

Eh that’s a worry for future me 😎👍

Thanks for the ask!

#mine #talesofarcadiaforever answers #talesofarcadiaforever rambles #the-arson-author-gamer #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #wizards #toa fanfiction #Daylight’s Redemption #Journey by Daylight #Merlin Ambrosius #DR!Merlin #adhan #ganieda #rhydderch hael #long posts

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Sutokuin/Akihito Main Story Chapter 15

Chapter 14

Warning! This story contains scenes of emotional abuse, attempted murder, and usage of drugs.

-----Part 1-----

Akihito: “If I am the son of Emperor Shirakawa, then I am an uncle to my father, right?”

Yoshino: “That’s….”

Akihito: “Is it horrible?”

I stared in dismay at the arc of Akihito-sama’s red lips.

Akihito: “One of Hinamoto’s noblest blood had such ugliness from the start.”

(I didn't know if there was any circumstance under which he would curse a fetus that had nothing to do with what happened...)

-----Options-----

I feel sorry for you...

You've done nothing wrong (+4/+4)

You've endured so much

-----------

Yoshino: "Whatever happened...it wasn't Akihito-sama's fault. You did nothing wrong..."

Yoshino: "....There should have been no reason to be ostracised or cursed."

Akihito: "Some things are unimaginable to you, gentle one. The stronger the curse, the more unreasonable it is."

The sarcastic way in which he says this does not convey Akihito-sama's emotions.

Akihito: "I became emeritus at a very young age when my great grandfather was the real emperor..."

Akihito: "When I grew up, and when my father began his Imperial Reign as emperor, all of that was taken away from me."

(What do you mean 'taken away'...?)

---Then Akihito-sama quietly told me about events in the distant past.

----FLASHBACK----

Akihito: "....Father, what is it that you have for me?"

Toba: ".........."

Akihito's heart ripples with tension and faint anticipation as he is allowed to meet his father, Emperor Toba for the first time in a long time.

But Toba looked at him with contempt.

Toba: "I shall abdicate to my son Narihito(Konoe)."

Akihito: "Ah..."

Toba: "That's all for now."

Akihito: "Please wait! R-Reason....at least give me a reason as to why you're doing this?"

Akihito: "If you have any complaints about my governing, just let me know."

Toba: "You want complaints?"

Toba: "My greatest disgrace is that a man who is not my son has held the Imperial throne."

Toba: "Narihito is three years old now. I've been waiting for this year to abdicate the throne to him."

Akihito: "...Mm"

Akihito: "....But I offered my whole heart and soul to my father and to this country."

Akihito who is pale, tries his best to keep his words calm and spits them out at Toba.

Toba: "So what? Do you have a shallow grudge against not getting a reward?"

Toba: "If so, I have already asked a talented Onmyoji to place a strong protective art around this room and on myself."

Toba: "Your abominable curse won't do anything to me."

Akihito: "....! No. I would never do such a thing----"

Akihito: "I'll never ever try to curse anyone!"

Toba: "Unfortunately you did. Your existence"

Akihito: "Ah..."

Akihito became speechless at Toba's words.

Toba: "---Back off uncle. This is the last time I will have words with you."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Akihito: "If he had passed the throne to me, I would have also ruled like my great grandfather and father."

Akihito: "I was not given that authority when my brother was forced to abdicate."

Akihito: "I suppose it was my father's revenge for my birth as well."

-----Part 2-----

Akihito: "I suppose it was my father's revenge for my birth as well."

(I can't believe you have been hated to this extent in your entire life)

Yoshino: "....That's terrible."

Akihito: "You think so?"

Akihito: "In the end, I became an emeritus just in name and at some point, I became a curse to all of Hinamoto."

Akihito: "Just like Yoritomo said."

Akihito: "Maybe it was a mistake to have such a man at the top of this country in the first place, right?"

(Speaking of which....)

-----FLASHBACK-----

Yoritomo: “Sutokuin was born with a curse, and with his wickedness, he plotted the overthrow of the world”

Yoritomo: “When his evil deeds were exposed, he died with a grudge against all the people of Hinomoto, spreading disasters….”

Yoritomo: “Many were taken by the curse that was cast on them on their deathbeds. Is it true? your Majesty.”

Akihito: “What if it is?”

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Yoshino: "....Akihito-sama didn't give a clear answer as to whether that story was true or not, did he?"

Akihito-sama smiled softly.

Akihito: "At the time, the only people in Hinamoto who didn't know about the notoriety of the Sutokuin were babies."

Akihito: "As a great sinner who cursed and killed his brother and father for the Imperial throne and tried to replace them as the rulers of the world."

Yoshino: "Eh...."

(Did you have a grudge against your family? But...)

Akihito: "The truth is, this world is determined by numbers. It would probably be foolish to doubt."

Unable to articulate well the feeling of discomfort that is tugging at my chest.

As if to smear it on, Akihito-sama slowly continues his words.

Akihito: "My story is simple."

Akihito: "Once there was an evil king who was defeated in a power struggle, his regret is still dragged out to this day."

Akihito: "To be hated and feared rather satisfies the desire for vengeance."

Yoshino: "Is that why you said you wanted to be the terror of Hinamoto...?"

Akihito-sama told me that he wanted to be understood by no one.

Akihito: "Yes, you're right. So you're wrong about me being nice."

Yoshino: "Mm..."

Akihito-sama touches my hair and twirls it with his finger.

Akihito: "Does this give you the answer you want?"

(Today, I saw for myself that Akihito-sama is running a friendly government towards his people)

(But knowing about Akihito-sama's past makes me less confident)

Nevertheless, I looked up and straight into his eyes.

Yoshino: "-----I don't know."

Yoshino: "But I still need a bit more material to make a decision."

Akihito: "...."

Akihito: "Yoshino is a stubborn girl."

The long eyelashes are downcast to hide the emotions in Akihito-sama's eyes.

Akihito: "She's weird because she's the only person, who I've ever known to think like that."

Yoshino: "What do you mean?"

(Ah)

He tucked back my hair behind my ear and playfully slides his finger over my earlobe.

Akihito: "That concludes today's questions. I'm looking forward to our next game."

..................

That night----

Akihito: "....zZz...."

Akihito was quietly sleeping in his room.

His well-organized sleeping face suddenly frowns.

Trapped in a deep dream of its consciousness...

Tutor: "Excellent. Your Majesty is very good at this..."

Standing in front of the young Akihito, the man in charge of his education is nervously looking over the text on the scroll.

After some time, the man sighed in relief.

Tutor: "....All answers are correct. I guess there is nothing more to teach you."

Young Akihito: "I do check some books when I don't understand sometimes when I'm unsure."

-----Part 3-----

Young Akihito: "I do checks some books when I don't understand sometimes when I'm unsure."

Young Akihito: "Also, I would never blame you, so I would appreciate an honest assessment."

Tutor: "I feel like I'm not good enough."

Young Akihito: "....I see."

Tutor: "Oh no. I didn't mean any offense. It's not your Majesty it's just me."

Young Akihito: "Don't worry. I'm not offended."

Akihito smiles to dispel the awkward atmosphere.

He then gathered up the books and papers on his desk, stood up, and held them under his arm.

Young Akihito: ".....If I show this to Father, will he admire me even a little?"

Tutor: "Ah...well..."

Young Akihito: "-----Sorry. I asked something weird again."

Akihito shook his head when his Tutor turned pale while finding an answer to his question.

Akihito: "I'll do my best to become a full-fledged emperor as soon as possible."

...................

Young Akihito: "......"

As Akihito walked down the corridor,

He suddenly hears the voices of the ladies-in-waiting chatting behind the shoji screens.

Lady 1: "Hey. Did you hear that his Majesty's lady-in-waiting ran away again?"

Lady 2: "Why won't she?....Anyone would have done the same, if they were asked to touch him when dressing him up, right?"

Lady 3: "Yes, that's right. I'd be terrified if something like that ever happened to me."

Akihito: ".....!"

Slumping down, Akihito walked past the scene as fast as he could.

....................

Akihito goes out into the garden and cowers by the camellia hedge to hide from anyone's view.

Young Akihito: "Nn..ah..."

Teardrops fell from the innocent eyes.

The stifled crying was not unlike a child's.

Young Akihito: "Nn...No no...I have to..nn...stop crying. I have to...nn..stop my emotions, or else...."

---Despite the desperate efforts, the camellias near Akihito turned black.

Young Akihito: "Nn...No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Young Akihito: "I'm sorry for cursing you....!"

As if to punish himself, Akihito clenched his fists tightly...

............

Akihito: "....! Haa..."

Akihito jumped up from his sleep and pressed his left wrist.

The bracelet, which was not removed, clinked.

Akihito: "It was just a...dream?"

He grabbed the jug beside his bed and drank some water.

As if he couldn't sleep anytime soon, he looked up at the moon through the round window in his room...

Yasuchika: "....Akihito-sama, are you awake?"

Akihito: "Yasuchika?"

When his name was called out from behind the door, Akihito looked up.

Akihito: "What's wrong? Come in."

The sliding door quietly opens and Yasuchika steps in.

Yasuchika: "I'm sorry for disturbing you. I was debating on whether to see you or not and then I heard your voice."

Akihito: "Are you afraid? If so, I can hold your hand until you sleep."

Yasuchika: "I'm fine. I'm a genius onmyoji and I can destroy any ghosts if they come to my sight."

Akihito: "Aww. Even as a child you've been okay with things like that."

Yasuchika laughed at Akihito, who tilted his head slightly mischievously.

Then he suddenly looked into Akihito's face.....

Yasuchika: "Hey, did something happen?.... you look pale."

Akihito: "I'm fine. It's just this bad dream I had..."

Yasuchika: "Bad dream?"

Akihito: "A dream, when I was a child."

Yasuchika: "........."

Akihito: "Maybe because I told some bits of my past to Yoshino after a long time."

Yasuchika: "....! Akihito-sama telling someone about his past...is something rare. Even if it's only little."

Akihito: "....I know right."

Akihito, who had been thinking in a daze, mutters to himself.

Akihito: "It feels weird to tell Yoshino, who I am."

------Part 4------

Akihito: "It feels weird to tell Yoshino, who I am."

Akihito: "Even if I successfully steer him away from coming too deep, she still comes."

Yasuchika: "Does that bother you?....or does that make you happy?"

Akihito: "---I feel both."

Akihito: "And so, in some inexplicable impulse, I want her too."

Yasuchika: "....."

Yasuchika's eyes shined in the darkness.

Yasuchika: "I've never seen you like this before? Did Yoshino-san change you?"

Akihito: ".....No."

Akihito: "I didn't change at all, Yasuchika."

Akihito: "It's just, that child is too bright for me."

Akihito: "Maybe because I haven't encountered someone like her when I grew up."

Yasuchika: "But."

Akihito stops Yasuchika who was about to say something.

Akihito: "By the way Yasuchika, what did you come here for?"

Yasuchika: "Oh yeah, I forgot, you see..."

Tightening his face, Yasuchika leaned closer to Akihito and made whispered something....

..................

Yoshino: "Yesterday, I got fooled."

The next day, after my morning tea, I had a thought.

(It was good to win a game against Akihito-sama, but it won't be easy next time)

Ibuki: "You look all fired up."

Yoshino: "Why wouldn't I be, I was----kyaa!"

Yoshino: "When did you come in?"

Ibuki: "It's your fault for being so dim that you didn't notice."

Ibuki sits in front me, cross-legged.

Ibuki: "You're frowning since I came here. What happened?"

Yoshino: "....Ibuki, who is demon won't understand. Humans have a lot of troubles to deal with."

Ibuki: "What's with the demon discrimination, huh? Yoshino, how can you be sure that I won't understand?"

(When you say it like that...)

Yoshino: "Sorry for assuming like that."

Ibuki: "----It's no fun when you're this honest."

Ibuki: "It's hard to tease you, you know...."

Yoshino: "Don't make fun of me. Anyway, I'm busy.."

Ibuki: "Oh? ...Can I join?"

In front of my weary eyes, Ibuki raised her index finger in a grandiose gesture.

Ibuki: "Let's cooperate again."

Yoshino: "Eh?"

Ibuki: "I know all your worries in your head involve Akihito."

Ibuki: "I'll give you my grateful opinion on how to get to know him."

Yoshino: "....No thanks, last time you left me in a stadium full of monsters."

Ibuki: "But I was watching over. If anything would happen, I would have jumped from the audience to rescue you."

(He did say that...)

I shook my head to regain my composure.

Yoshino: "Either way, I'm not going out there again."

Yoshino: "I don't think Akihito-sama will forgive me for doing it again."

Ibuki: "Be adventurous, Yoshino."

Ibuki: "But don't worry, our next investigation will be inside the mansion."

Yoshino: "Inside the mansion? Sure, I've been told I'm free to go anywhere but where should we go....?"

Ibuki: "Akihito's room of course. Private spaces have the most information."

(No No NO!)

Yoshino: "I can't go to such a place! I'm a hostage"

Ibuki's lips lifted at one end in a mocking manner.

Ibuki: "Did he tell you not to?"

Yoshino: "Isn't it obvious?"

Yoshino: "And as expected, it would be heavily guarded, right?"

Ibuki: "Are you sure about that?"

(Am I wrong?)

Ibuki: "For some reason, he won't let anyone else in today."

Yoshino: "Why?"

Ibuki: "That's exactly why I wanna know. So you should go and find out."

Ibuki: "I'm sure Akihito won't mind if you even blow up his room."

Ibuki: "As long as it's not forbidden, Akihito won't punish you. There's no reason for you to miss this opportunity."

(But)

Ibuki: "Are you going to let that man have his way with you?"

Ibuki: "If you have any other leads, you don't have to...."

------Part 5-----

Ibuki: "If you have any other leads, you don't have to...."

Ibuki whispered seductively and smiled as if he saw through everything.

Ibuki: "From the looks of it, I don't think you have."

.................

(....In the end, I lost again)

Speaking of Ibuki, who brought me to Akihito-sama's room, disappeared again.

(Like he said, it's not guarded)

Rather, the closer you get to Akihito'-sama's room, the lesser the people are walking around.

I am the only one standing in the long corridor.

Yoshino: "Um, Akihito-sama, are you there....?"

I gulped and called out....

Akihito: "Eh? Yoshino?"

(.....! Okay! Let's do this)

Yoshino: "Excuse me!"

I immediately opened the door and entered the room.

Akihito: ".....!"

Akihito-sama's greeted me with his rare big round eyes.

Akihito: "Why are you....No. Actually, you mustn't be here right now."

Yoshino: "Sorry for barging in out of nowhere. Are you free right now?"

Akihito: "No. I'll send someone to your room, so hurry up and get out of here."

Just as when Akihito-sama grabbed my arm in a hurry---

???: "Found you, Sutokuin....!"

(Eh...)

The first thing I saw was a glaring light.

My head belatedly recognizes that it is a swinging sword.

Akihito: "Stop!"

(Nn)

Akihito-sama suddenly pulls my stiff body towards him.

Man 1: "Ku...!"

Man 2: "...After all, the rumor about him being cursed is true."

The intruders in front of us were likewise under the effects of Kotodama and stiffened their limbs with their swords in their hands.

(What the!? Are they assassins?)

Akihito: "All of you except Yoshino---sleep."

(Kotodama again)

The men's bodies suddenly start to fall, but---

Man 1: "You monster!"

Man 2: "We'll destroy you!"

Akihito: "...!"

(They're unaffected)

I hasten to look at the men's eyes, which are unnaturally wide open.

Yoshino: "Akihito-sama! They're under some kind of drugs."

Akihito: "---I see. Maybe the one who assigned them gave it."

Man 1: "Hah, I can move now, so this is an easy victory."

Man 2: "There's no need to be hasty. They're defenseless anyway."

Akihito: "......"

(What should I do....)

At that time, the air around Akihito-sama became heavier.

Akihito: "----Stop. Till my voice is soaked into your body."

Akihito: "Don't move. Don't think. Don't breathe."

Although I braced myself, it seemed that Akihito-sama had avoided me and applied Kotodama. Only I was unaffected.

(To some extent, this means that Akihito-sama can choose who he wants to use Kotodama on)

Man 1: "Fuck.."

I know he's using the weakest form first and then going to the strongest because I have experienced it.

Akihito-sama leisurely walks up to the slow-moving men.

Akihito: "Feel weak...Fall down."

The two men who had been resisting drop to their knees.

Man 2: "Nn...Ah....AAAAARRRGGGHHH!"

(Look out!)

One of them attacked Akihito-sama, ranting, and raving to blow away the Kotodama.

Akihito: "Hold your breath..and Die----"

(No! I won't let you kill anyone...)

My mind went blank when I sensed crisis and my body moved on its own.

Akihito: "No..."

Yoshino: "Don't....curse, Akihito-sama...."

I gripped Akihito-sama's left arm tightly and shook my head frantically.

It was only then I felt severe pain and heat running through my shoulder.

Yoshino: "Ah..."

(I'm slashed)

Akihito: "Yoshino...?"

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Goodnight prompt 3/∞

Fandom: Star Wars Sequels Ship: Rey/Ben Solo AUs/Tropes: Lovecraftian AU, Royalty betrothed at birth (but it's complicated) Prompt: Ben Solo was betrothed to Rey because of an old debt Sheev Palpatine had with his own grandfather's family. That is until a scandal ruined completely the Palpatines' reputation and the betrothal was broken. Years later, Ben meets Rey for the first time during an expedition arranged from one of his father's old friends. The animosity that immediately sparks between them is soon forgotten when strange and horrible things starts happening and people starts losing their sanity around them. Or worse, dying.

Extra details: I'm not much of a fan of the horror genre, so I feel a little out of my dept. But I still have a little bit more background stuff that came into my mind that isn't really related to the actual mysterious/dangerous thing going on. First of all, I like this idea of Han being basically the Indiana Jones of this universe, and Ben, annoyed at the mere concept of being royalty and having to attend/host balls and things like that like his mother does all the time, decides to follow his father's footsteps. Also, it's the end of the 19th century and people care less and less about nobility and more about how you actually gained your fortune. Ben would very much enjoy the chance to actually do something with his life, other than find a wife from another rich family, marry and have an heir to the family's fortune. The job, while being mostly pointless since they never actually discover anything other than old books and broken things that belong in museums, at least allows Ben to travel however much he wants, following the next crazy adventure Chewbacca pitches to him. Rey's family fell into destitution when she was very young, so she always felt like she had nowhere where she truly belonged: rich folks give her the wide berth because or her grandfather's terrible reputation, poor people hate her because her grandfather used to be a dick to everyone under his station. So, she's though and rough around the edges, not lady like at all. She kind of decides early in her teenager years to lean into the family's reputation and she learns all she can about mysterious supernatural activities and wiccan rituals, things that make people whisper the word witch before even speaking her name. But such a reputation grants her the chance to fool people into thinking she can actually do magic for a hefty price, and rich people are bored enough to pay for such entertainments, no matter how much they despise giving their money to a Palpatine. Which is also how she gets contacted by Chewbacca. It would be crazy to refuse an all expenses paid trip to a different country, since she never had a chance to travel abroad. She definitely didn't expect to meet Ben Organa-Solo, which, according to the things her grandfather used to say, is a member of the family that is to blame for the family falling into destitution.

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11-23 please :)

Also if you're willing to answer, what's your job like? But no worries if that's too much.

11, Ever drank alcohol?

Yes I have😉 Although what I haven't done is try a negroni sbagliato with prosecco, has anyone tried it?😂 Like I feel like I should try it since there's such a hype surrounding it now, but idk😂 12, Every smoked anything?

Nope! Seen too many patients suffer because of it, plus I can't stand the smell of the smoke🥴 13, Do you prefer to eat-in or take-out?

Oh, hard one. I'll say eat-in, I do love to cook, the only problem is that I hate doing the dishes😂 14, If you could time travel what decade would you go to first?

I think the 1920's!😊 15, An actor everyone loves that you don't like for whatever reason

Can't think of any really actors in the moment, but I'll twist it around and say that I don't really like Captain America in the Marvel movies lol, him a lot of people seem to like a lot😂 16, Something not in your regional dialect that is in your vocabulary

Well there is a few things I say in Swedish that we don't really say in Stockholm where I live due to my best friend being from the north, but I don't think y'all will understand them if I list them, so I'll just go ahead and say; yes😂 17, Color of your eyes?

Blue! 18, Do you need glasses?

Yep, which is why I have glasses🤓 19, Speak any other languages?

I speak Swedish and English and a tiny bit French, I can understand Norwegian and if I focus hard enough I can sort of understand Danish (iykyk)😂 20, Have any tattoos?

Yep, I've got two! 21, Want any tattoos?

Always! I'm thinking of at least two or three that I want to get! 22, Have any piercings?

My ears are pierced, but I haven't used them in years🙃 23, Want any piercings?

When I was younger I wanted my nose pierced, but I don't currently feel the need for more piercings🙂

And sure, I can absolutely talk a bit about my job! Sorry in advance for the novel😝

So right now I'm studying to become a nurse and when I'm not studying or at one of my internships I work part time as a midwife's assistant! My tasks vary, but I usually support the labouring women, I help them with their contractions (putting pressure on knees/hips/back, reminding them to relax and to breathe, holding their hand, talking them through it) and help them use the laughing gas correctly, then I assist the doctors with things such as the epidurals, ultrasounds and other procedures, I help the women (and their partner's) with their babies once they're out and I of course assist the midwives (hence the name lol) with whatever they may need during this whole thing lol.

We're often times an extension of them, because sometimes they need to stay where they are (close to the woman, in another room or with the baby) so then I'm running around gathering stuff that they need! But I help them with stuff like the CTG, with examinations, with helping the women move around, with keeping track of times (like when they've given the women medications, when the women have changed positions, when they've gone to the bathroom), and I of course have to be there during the pushing stage, when the baby comes and after the baby's come. So during the pushing stage it's the midwife that runs the show, but sometimes it takes multiple people saying the same stuff for the women to actually hear us and do as we say. Sometimes I'm tasked with holding onto a leg or support a hip, and then when the baby comes I'm the one who has to remember when the head comes, when the time of birth is, the amount of blood the women's loosing and what time the midwife gives the different medications. Then afterwards I assist the midwife with the suturing if there's been any tearing, and sometimes the doctor if the tearing's bad!

After the baby's out and we've taken their measurements, I usually tend to the women, I take their blood pressure, help them to the bathroom, maybe help them clean up a bit if they wishes. Then I sometimes show them good positions to put the baby in to breast feed and how to best hold them if the midwife haven't already, and then they're often times off to stay at another floor!

Sorry if this felt a bit jumbled, but I just jotted down some of my tasks, I didn't really mention the cleaning of rooms or getting the patients food, but that's ofc something I also do lol. Hope this is sorta what you were hoping for!😊

PS, did not include my participation when complications arise, but that may include taking blood samples, checking temperatures, running to get blood, tending to the women if the baby needs urgent care, cutting the cord, stuff like that🙂

#thank you for the asks!❤️

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re: your feelings on the name Kathani.

I agree that Kathani is not a real name -- in fact, that's my primary issue with it as well. It's not traditional by any means and the closest approximation I can find is "kathan" which literally means sentence in Sanskrit. So no, I don't like the name itself. I much prefer Katyayani (another name for Durga) -- if one wants to keep the "Kat" at the beginning -- or even Kalyani (in fact, I much prefer Kalyani).

But as to your point on it being an unsavory example of Indians having to assimilate in foreign countries like Great Britain, I don't find that aspect as troubling as it is historically accurate. Our ancestors were forced to give up their culture when they moved, whether out of necessity or desire for future economic opportunity. We still have to give up large portions of it today. My first and last names get mispronounced every single day, despite my best attempts to correct them (I live in the US, by the way).

Given that Mary in the show was raised by English parents and seems Christian, it makes sense that she would prefer to give Kate an Anglicized name, even if that name is not Kate's birth name. I find that aspect of Kate's upbringing interesting -- moreso than Edwina, it was Kate who was truly caught between two worlds. As an Indian immigrant, I heavily relate to that aspect of her character and I enjoy seeing it explored (respectfully) in fanfiction. It makes me uncomfortable when people arbitrarily dismiss it.

Was the Indian representation in Bridgerton good? God no. They completely fucked up the background of the Sharmas with the last name (North Indian), the terms they called their parents and each other (Amma/Appa - South Indian, Bon - Bengali, Didi - North Indian), and it seems like they know how to speak Marathi and Hindi which would point to a North Indian/Maharashtrian background but is supported by very scant information about the Sharma family background. Ultimately, it was culture soup and I hated it. But I don't understand why it's a crime to keep Kate's Indian name in fanfiction and have her background fleshed out more.

I want her to be a non-Anglicized Hindu Indian simply because that is what I am and being able to imagine her background makes me happy. Is that wrong?

No it's not wrong. It would just involve ignoring a portion of my family's history I'm personally not able to and would rather Kate have a white name and be from Somerset.

"Our ancestors were forced to give up their culture when they moved, whether out of necessity or desire for future economic opportunity. We still have to give up large portions of it today..." It's true to some degree (but not if say, you moved from India in the nineties vs. like, the 1800s where it would have been forced on you. And progress means that we wouldn't have to give up our culture in the name of economic opportunity), but do you not find that disheartening? I'd rather remain defiant to whatever degree I can rather than just be like "oh well we were bound to assimilate anyway". I refuse to give up my name, my religion, my culture, and my language and will do my utmost best to pass the more vital aspects of my culture onto my children. And I have the privilege to be able to do that while someone like Kate likely didn't, which is why I personally can't see myself in her.

Regarding giving Kate an anglicized first name and a part of the diaspora having anglicized last names because their parents gave it to them or they're Christian, yes, I mentioned that when I said in my original post "This is obviously discounting those who were born with "white" names for whatever reason...". But Kate was not given an anglicized name upon birth; her birth name is apparently Kathani.

And look, as a modern child of Indian immigrants, unlike you, I can't imagine myself in Kate's shoes because that would be ignoring my history. I know the history of women like Kitty Kirtpatrick and Helene Bennett who were forced to give up their names and religion upon moving to England. I know that in the year Kate and her family immigrated the British East India company were waging war against the Marathas, the Nepalese, and continuing to annex parts of the subcontinent via violence, genocide, and war in an effort to subjugate the Indian people. I personally differentiate myself from someone like Kate because and can't really see the my modern immigrant experience reflected when I watch someone like her on TV. I see Kate as a woman of the past, and someone whose background was not given the respect it was due. Rather than twist my mind into imagining a racial utopia I just can't bring myself to, and because this story was supposed to be primarily romance, I'd have rathered her be Kate Sheffield from Somerset, played by Simone Ashley.

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