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I COULFNT CHOOSE WHAT OUTIFIT... SO I DID THEM ALL TEEHEE
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vmdwriter · 4 months
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Forest
Lilia x Yuu
The summer rain fell gently on the apple branches, creating a soft symphony as droplets danced with the leaves. Lights from heaven pierced through the canopy, casting ethereal shadows on the forest floor. In this tranquil setting, Yuu sat with their back against a sturdy tree, their fingers gently strumming the strings of a weathered guitar. Lilia lay comfortably in Yuu's lap, their eyes closed, basking in the melody and the warmth of the moment.
"Come take my hand," Yuu sang their voice a tender caress that blended seamlessly with the melody. "Let me be in your forest."
Lilia sighed contentedly, feeling the vibrations of Yuu's voice resonate through their being. The words held a nostalgic weight, reminding them of a time long ago when they were entwined in a love that spanned the ages. As the last note lingered in the air, the scene shifted.
Now, it was Lilia's turn to sing, and the forest seemed to respond to the shift in energy. The rain continued its gentle descent, a natural accompaniment to Lilia's haunting voice. Yuu's eyes were closed, lost in the melody, as Lilia began to sing with a voice that carried the weight of memories.
"Sometimes you think loneliness is better than pain," Lilia sang, their voice resonating with a melancholic beauty. "And you sink deeper in your valley."
The words hung in the air, a delicate confession that stirred something within Yuu. Lilia continued, their voice weaving through the branches like a wistful breeze.
"Is this the place to be, in your memory?"
As Lilia sang, the forest seemed to come alive, responding to the emotions embedded in the lyrics. Shadows danced to the rhythm, and the leaves rustled in harmony with the ancient melodies. Lilia's gaze never left Yuu, their heartache and longing pouring into the lyrics.
"No, I never wanna lose you in the forest of the night," Lilia sang, the words a vow whispered to the sleeping figure in their lap. "In vanity’s lair, yearning for the angel calling, hear the lonely prayer ringing through the land of rain, across the thin air."
The atmosphere thickened with emotion as Lilia's voice swirled through the forest, a lament that echoed in the hearts of those who listened. Yuu stirred slightly as if feeling the echoes of the past reverberate through the present. Lilia's eyes softened, and with a tender touch, they brushed a strand of hair away from Yuu's face.
As the song progressed, the forest embraced the duet of voices, becoming an active participant in the emotional exchange. The rain intensified, creating a curtain of silver droplets that shimmered in the moonlight. Lilia's voice reached its crescendo, a desperate plea that seemed to reach beyond the boundaries of time.
"Autumn goes by, combing twilight into my hair," Lilia sang, their voice filled with a sense of longing. "I look back on the passing tenderness."
Yuu's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they were lost in the depth of Lilia's gaze. The air was charged with emotion as the two souls, bound by a love that transcended lifetimes, connected through the music. Lilia's hand reached out, and Yuu instinctively intertwined their fingers.
"Let me stay by your side, in your memory."
The scene shifted once more, and now it was Lilia lying in Yuu's lap. The roles had reversed, but the intensity of the emotions remained. The forest listened, a silent witness to the continuation of a love story that spanned eternity.
"No, you never gonna find me in the forest of the night," Lilia sang, their voice carrying a quiet determination. "In vanity’s lair, no more holy angel calling, hear my lonely prayer ringing through the land of rain, across the thin air."
Yuu, now awake, looked down at Lilia with a mixture of love and understanding. Lilia's gaze remained fixed on the night sky as if searching for answers among the stars.
"We sing voice to voice, the ancient melodies. I'm calling you," Lilia concluded, their voice fading into a soft hum that lingered in the air. The forest, now shrouded in tranquil silence, seemed to hold its breath as if allowing the emotions to settle.
Yuu, deeply moved by the song, leaned down to press a gentle kiss on Lilia's forehead. The bond between them, woven through the threads of time, was palpable in the quiet exchange. The rain continued its gentle descent, a cleansing shower that seemed to wash away the sorrows of the past.
"No, I never wanna lose you in the forest of the night," Yuu whispered, their voice a tender promise. "In vanity’s lair, yearning for the angel calling, hear the lonely prayer ringing through the land of rain, across the thin air."
"You are so silly," Yuu said, their voice a gentle melody that broke the quiet stillness of the forest.
"Only for you, my dear," Lilia replied with a soft chuckle, leaning in to place a tender kiss on Yuu's nose. The playful exchange between them was a testament to the comfort and familiarity that defined their love, transcending the weight of the song and the memories it carried.
As the two lovers shared a moment of affection, the stars began to emerge in the night sky, twinkling like diamonds against the velvet backdrop. The forest, having played witness to the emotional duet, now stood silent and majestic, embracing the couple in its timeless embrace.
With intertwined fingers, Yuu and Lilia rose from the forest floor, their footsteps light and filled with shared warmth. The canopy above them rustled in approval, and the night creatures, awakened by the song, whispered their blessings to the departing couple.
Hand in hand, they made their way through the moonlit forest, guided by the ethereal glow of fireflies. The song, having fulfilled its purpose, now echoed in their hearts as a cherished memory. The path back was illuminated by the soft glow of the stars, creating a celestial carpet that led them home.
The clearing where they had shared their musical exchange gradually disappeared behind the foliage, and the forest seemed to bid them farewell with a gentle rustle of leaves. The night sky, now fully unveiled, spread out above them like a vast canvas painted with constellations.
Yuu looked up, their eyes reflecting the starlight, and Lilia couldn't help but smile at the wonder reflected in their lover's gaze. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Lilia remarked, his arm draped around Yuu's shoulder.
"Absolutely," Yuu replied, their voice filled with a quiet joy. The love that bound them together felt as infinite as the starry expanse above.
As they emerged from the edge of the forest, the clearing opened up to a breathtaking view of the night sky. The sounds of the forest gradually faded, replaced by the distant murmur of the night. Lilia and Yuu stood together, wrapped in each other's presence, their silhouettes outlined against the starlit horizon.
And so, with the universe as their witness, Yuu and Lilia continued their journey, their love story written in the constellations above. The forest, having shared in the intimate exchange of song and emotion, watched over them as they disappeared into the night, leaving behind the echoes of a melody that would forever linger in the heart of the enchanted woods.
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pythagoreanwhump · 2 years
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9. Education, training or literacy
Are kids taught torture is good actually or just to not question authority? Does the language restrict thinking and expression like in 1984?
Yes i do compare everything to 1984
Ahahaha valid and yeah I'm gonna start by answering the language and 1984 thing because OH BOY i have OPINIONS
like LOOK. I think the Sapir Whorf hypothesis is cool and totally makes sense. A person's thoughts and and perceptions are ABSOLUTELY influenced by the words available to describe them, the structure that their thoughts are organized into to be able to be expressed by language (honestly that sentence ((not,, actually a sentence either)) probably didn't make sense but wtv), and how different parts of the language relate to itself. But I think it's KINDA BULLSHIT to say that language can just strictly control thought. Languages evolve naturally and you can't police exactly how it's used. People think outside of words. People invent new words. Just look at fucking France lmao it is simply not possible to control exactly how people use language
anyway, rant over, back to the VMD
the VMD language is honestly just like,, very natural lmao, I didn't really try to play with any funky linguistics yknow weird stuff with it. It's a combination of two real existing languages (Kalaallisut aka Greenlandic and Icelandic) and it's just like. It's pretty normal. There are certainly some Quirks that relate to their culture a bit, and I made it RIDICULOUSLY agglutinative just for shits and giggles, but like honestly it's just a normal ass language
another reason that like language controlling thoughts wouldn't really fit into the vmd is like, honestly you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that isn't bilingual, and even those that can't speak another language fluently have definitely been exposed to other languages and have had to learn one in school for many years. Like you can't really be like, oh our language controls your thoughts if people can just, use a different language lmao. Especially with military officers, like, they're probably the people that you'd expect to be the most "brainwashed" or indoctrinated or whatever you wanna call it, and officers are all required to be fluent in at least one foreign language
anyway, so I guess this is a good spot to transition into education. First off, education on languages ig? Yeah like in primary education, all schools teach a foreign language, but kids don't usually get a choice in which one. Sometimes the language that different schools offer is a factor in parents choosing what school to send their child to. In secondary education, students get to choose what languages they're studying, and they also don't have to learn it like, all the time. There's just a minimum number of classes they have to take over six years.
education in general, honestly, pretty great! like everything is free and they're generally pretty chill, there's not like too much pressure to yknow go to like a High School and uni and whatnot, skilled labour and like polytechnic/college education is very much valued and you're very unlikely to be judged by many people for not going to postsec at all. hmmmmm it was honestly more of a mess before the revolution, but look for all their faults the military did make education a LOT better for everyone, and honestly like if I get into the history this is gonna get way too long. But yeah the way things stand during the rule of the junta, there are like? sort of? no private schools? like ig they have like, charter schools sort of. that kind of do their special thing and are competitive to get into, usually with entrance tests and whatnot, but it's all tax funded. The military government has really tried to make education accessible to everyone regardless of socioeconomic status, but u n f o r t u n a t e l y yknow if you're wanted for terrorism you're probably not sending your kids to schools run by the people that want to torture you. and again yeah this would get WAY too long if I get into like what the rebels were doing for education later on
as for the torture. well. i mean. it's complicated. the VMD just,, culturally,, have always had a Thing for like physical pain as punishment and like a way to show loyalty and whatever, but it was never shit like what the military was doing now. The current narrative fed to children just tend to be stuff like oh yknow they're bad people who deserve it, they knew the risks and they basically chose to get tortured for their cause and it doesn't matter what their cause is (it's bad btw you're not supposed to support it) they made that choice themselves so it's okay to torture them, and yeah definitely don't question authority unless you wanna get tortured too. Within the military though, like with the ""hazing"" that's basically straight up torture of lower ranking members and cadets, yeah again they have a long history of it and it's always presented as like, oh if you want the power and honor of being in the military you're gonna have to give something up and that something is your pain, and it's just very normalized
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A little birthday gift for Maple Henshoku (Yup. Still on Hiatus). Since she often dabbles in MMD, I figured a little dance video would be a cool way to celebrate her special day!
That said, she has been pretty busy with IRL stuff. I hope she gets a chance to have fun today.
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More doodles!
Thank you guys for the nice reblogs , they make my day <3
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Disney Yuu: Hurt Incantation
Edit- 8/26/23
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Yuu's singular desire was to return home, yet they found themselves trapped in a strangely familiar yet distant world. Alongside two rather eccentric individuals and a talking weasel, Yuu was in the midst of a hasty escape, their pursuer a terrifying monstrosity. Despite the uncertainty of the threat, Yuu's sole focus was survival. Navigating through sharp turns and a narrowly avoided catastrophe, they left the beast trailing behind in their wake.
"Do any of you have a plan?" Deuce gasped for breath, his voice strained.
"We need to decide on a plan right now because that thing is closing in on us fast," Yuu responded urgently, pointing at the rapidly approaching monstrous figure. Deuce and Ace scrambled to conjure spells in haste, but their efforts only seemed to further enrage the creature.
"Are you kidding me?! It's still coming at us!" Ace exclaimed in frustration.
"Can either of you run or cast any more spells?" Yuu asked, determined to shield the two boys from harm. Whether possessing magic or not, Yuu was unwilling to let these students perish because of their association. In this world, Deuce and Ace had families to return to, while Yuu had no such ties. The thought briefly crossed Yuu's mind that perhaps if they sacrificed themselves, they might find a way home.
"Ooooooooogh...! Giiive it baaaaack...!" the monster's eerie voice echoed.
"It's gaining on us! We've managed to weaken it, but if we strike now, it's a fight for survival!" Deuce's tone turned resolute as he readied himself for an impending battle. In a swift motion, Deuce pushed Yuu behind him and Ace. Yuu's intended plan to sacrifice themselves for their companions was thwarted; even the rehearsed speech with dramatic pauses was left unsaid.
"Alright, let's just crush this thing. Deucey, try not to wet yourself," Ace declared with an air of arrogance, brandishing his wand confidently. As Yuu observed, they couldn't help but acknowledge the creature's stubborn resilience, even in its injured state.
"Same goes for you, Ace!" Deuce retorted, conjuring his cauldron spell—the newfound favorite in his limited repertoire.
"I'm going to show you why they call me Grim the Great!" proclaimed Grim, his words preceding a forceful blast of his signature blue flames.
Yuu yearned to contribute to the group's efforts, but the reality of their lack of magical ability held them back. Despite their affection for the ramshackle world, they found themselves in, it was clear that their normal human capabilities were meager in comparison to the feats of magic and prowess exhibited by their companions. Even the most basic magical defenses were beyond their grasp.
As the battle unfolded, a wave of horror washed over Yuu as the monster's assault struck Deuce and Ace. Death seemed imminent if Yuu didn't intervene somehow. Yet, an unconventional idea surfaced in Yuu's mind—what if they sang? It was an odd inclination, but the desperate situation called for unconventional measures. Clinging to this idea, Yuu began to hum the melody of the "hurt incantation" song, a tune known for its mystical effects.
During chaos and danger, Yuu's hopeful hum carried through the air, intertwining with the ongoing struggle against the monster. Whether this melody held any power remained to be seen, but Yuu could only hope that its mystique would somehow sway the tides of battle in their favor.
~ Wither and decay,
End this destiny.
Break these earthly chains
And set the spirit free. ~
A mesmerizing silence blanketed the scene as the notes of the song filled the air. Time itself appeared to halt, freezing the actions of both the boys and the pursuing monster. All eyes were now fixed on Yuu, the source of this unexpected intervention. The once fierce creature seemed to recoil in the presence of the enchanting melody, and an inky blackness oozed forth, encircling them all.
Yuu's unorthodox tactic had yielded results; music, it appeared, held a unique potency within this realm. However, the expressions of horror etched onto the faces of Ace and Deuce communicated more than surprise. It seemed that the effectiveness of the song wasn't the only thing unsettling them. Yuu made a mental note to inquire later about the source of their disconcertion—whether it was the act of singing itself or the mysterious black substance.
Gazing resolutely at the now-subdued monster, Yuu recognized that the time had come to seize the moment. Their companions' lives hung in the balance, and it was up to Yuu to deliver them from this perilous situation. With determination burning in their eyes, Yuu readied themselves to take down the monstrous threat and save their eccentric group from harm.
~ Take what has been hurt,
Grant them no mercy.
Bend and break the reins,
And set the spirit free. ~
As Yuu observed the encroaching black goo enveloping the monster and witnessed their friend's pain, the hauntingly soothing chords of the song resonated around them. Time was of the essence; Yuu recognized the urgency to conclude this ordeal before their companion's suffering deepened.
~ Grant them no mercy,
Bend and break the reins,
And set the spirit free,
The spirit free. ~
With a decisive gesture, Yuu extended their finger toward the creature. In response, an unseen force forced the monster beneath the suffocating black substance. The battle was reaching its conclusion, but before Yuu could fully relish the victory, darkness engulfed them, swallowing their awareness.
In time, consciousness returned to Yuu, accompanied by the sensation of Deuce's concerned grip. Slowly awakening, Yuu registered the sound of their name being shaken from Deuce's lips. As their vision sharpened, Yuu found themselves in the aftermath of the confrontation, where the danger seemingly subsided. It was a moment of relief and bewilderment, prompting questions about the power they had unwittingly harnessed and the consequences of their actions.
"Did we manage to defeat the monster?" Yuu inquired, struggling to rise with Deuce's supportive assistance.
Ace's grip on Yuu's shoulder tightened as he asked with a mixture of awe and concern, "Do you comprehend what you just unleashed?"
"Not entirely. I just had this thought that if..." Yuu began, their words interrupted by Deuce's interjection. "You invoked the Hurt Incantation."
"Yes, and what's the significance?" Yuu questioned, still grappling with the residual dizziness from the recent events.
Exchanging a glance, Deuce and Ace proceeded to unravel the intricate tapestry of ancient songs, their profound impact, and the enigmatic lore surrounding them. They delved into the knowledge that the deceased and royals possessed the most insight into these songs, yet even the royal families didn't possess the complete verses. Yuu's mind raced as they comprehended the gravity of the situation, knowing the entire song could make them a target for kidnapping or even death.
The explanation continued, detailing the unsettling physical changes that occurred upon invoking such songs: hair turning black and moving of its own accord, the withering of flowers and plants, and an eerie stillness blanketing the surroundings. Ace and Deuce's words seemed to blur together as they elucidated further, their explanations transforming into a distant buzz in Yuu's ears. Overwhelmed by the weight of this newfound knowledge, Yuu's consciousness faded, mind-numbingly retreating from the barrage of information.
"But that's the extent of what we know from the tale," Deuce confessed, his voice carrying a note of concern. "So, please, promise us that you won't ever invoke that song again."
Ace chimed in with a pragmatic edge, "Yeah, if you're planning on belting that out again, just give us a heads up so we can make a hasty exit."
Meeting Deuce's earnest gaze, Yuu offered a solemn nod of assurance. As their attention shifted to Grim, an odd spectacle caught Yuu's peripheral vision—a sight that left them puzzled. Grim nonchalantly consumed a black rock, as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Momentarily baffled, Yuu's mind raced to make sense of this odd behavior. In a realm where singing held arcane power and magical transformations were conceivable, perhaps even weasels consuming rocks wasn't entirely outside the realm of normalcy. It seemed that every aspect of this world had a touch of the extraordinary.
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Ace: "Yuu is going to murder us."
Deuce: "Is it strange that I envy them?"
Ace glanced at Deuce, surprised by his admission.
Deuce: "I mean, they actually pull off the long hair look pretty well."
Ace remained silent, considering Deuce's words. The unexpected sentiment hung in the air between them, a moment of vulnerability amidst the chaos of their extraordinary world.
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WIJ Day 9
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This is a part of the Trial AU, where Kai was arrested for espionage after becoming a political officer in the military dictatorship. This bit comes after The Arrest.
Contains: well look honestly idk how to warn for this one man. There's... very mild gore? uh stuff vaguely similar to current events and history that might make people uncomfortable idk go read the rambling in that tags that might give you an idea. And mentions and implied threats of whumpee's family and childhood but seriously this is super mild compared to what I normally write I think
Kai's fall from grace came violently, as anything involving them was sure to.
Within minutes of being processed into Holding, they had a bleeding nose from being slammed into the metal bars of their cell, a bit of skin had been torn off their wrist where it had been caught in the ratchets of their too-tight cuffs, and their back throbbed where a knee had violently forced them against the edge of a table. They could hear people talking outside the cell, not so quiet whispers. Shock, disbelief, plenty of that, but also unveiled excitement at getting to hurt them soon. Most of the guards on duty were new, and it has been a couple of years since they were here, but there were a familiar face or two.
It was one of those that they recognized that came into Kai's cell first, a staff corporal that seemed to be in charge, walking in confidently while the other guards crowded outside and tried to stay out of view despite wanting to see. They couldn't remember her name, even if they really tried to think. Not that that was easy as they sat eying her warily with dread heavy in their stomach. They definitely did remember working with her, though. She was still a private then, quiet, followed orders well. Never asked for anything, rarely ever spoke up, but eager when ordered to hurt a prisoner.
She leaned against the wall, staring at Kai and checking her watch every couple of minutes. It didn't escape Kai's notice earlier that they had been put into the cell with the screen in the corner. They had used it before, showing terrified prisoners video of people being tortured as a threat, their family and friends getting hurt, even. Fortunately, this guard did not seem to have anything like that in mind. She checked her watch again, and, clearly deciding it was time, turned the screen on to live news.
She circled behind Kai, wrapping her arm around their neck, loosely but enough to force their chin up, and they knew she could easily cut off their air if she so wished. "The news about your arrest should be breaking now," Her voice was flat, sounding almost uninterested save for the subtle edge of cruelty. "Can you imagine what people are going to say? You've had a successful career, Major Waykes, how could you be a traitor?"
They shivered when her other hand trailed down, undoing their buttons one by one. She took her time with it, holding them still against the back of the chair they were cuffed to with her palm flat against their belly. Her other hand smoothed down their chest, nails catching on old scars, before she grasped the edges of their shirt at their waist and peeled it back, her knuckles never leaving their skin. Then, nails raising red lines on their arms, she pushed their sleeves down to bunch around their wrists. "Oh, my mistake," They heard the flick of a switchblade being opened, then the pain of a sharp point being jabbed into their palm briefly before it was pulled up jaggedly, leaving a red line on their hand and slicing their shirt away. "You haven't been charged with treason, so not a traitor. There will understandably be calls for your execution, but most smart officers will know what that means. A spy doesn't get to die so easily. Are you ready to see people describe in detail how they want you to suffer on national TV?"
That seemed to have been all the talking the guard was willing to do, and she stayed silent the rest of the time, letting the sound of the news fill the room. She kept her left arm always pressing against their exposed skin somewhere while she worked with the knife in her right hand, pushing the tip into flesh until it reached bone, and shifting it around against one point, not switching spots until they cried out each time. For the first few minutes, the TV showed pictures of them while the anchor droned on about their past. Pictures from events meeting with foreign dignitaries, medals hanging from their chest; from training that were really photo ops, clad in all their tactical gear and surrounded by their team; one of their high school graduation, the teachers sitting in a row at the back of the stage in their dress uniforms. Pictures of their family.
Then, as the guard warned, reports started rolling in of statements from officers on the situation. Questions raised by reporters at the end of a press conference, followed by a suspiciously long answer. Journalists gathered outside of government buildings, asking for the opinions of those entering and leaving, only some of whom briefly paused in shock when realizing what they were being asked about. Then, reporters reading out excerpts of the many statements that were being posted on social media each minute. They were not going to discount how many people must really believe that they deserve harsh punishment in the form of physical pain, but having put out this same type of statements before, they know how much of it was motivated by fear. Fear of being seen as sympathetic to the disgraced officer if your response wasn't as fast as others' or not violent and graphic enough. In the short term, the suspicions of sympathy may lead to a few more painful meetings with Loyalties Officers, but they pile up into roadblocks in your career, or maybe eventually you become the one everyone races to condemn in their statements.
Every time they try to look away, their head is wrenched back with a hand in their hair. A few seconds of half-hearted struggling was apparently too much for the guard, and they found their face being smashed into metal for a second time in less than an hour, the blood that dripped from their nose gathering where their cheek met the table, and they felt it cooling down and crusting on their skin the whole time they were held down for the knife to trail down their back, the tip catching against their ribs as it moved.
The statements after the first few all sounded roughly the same, and Kai could imagine all the officers who were actually caught off guard by the news calling each other to share templates on what to say. The only thing interesting was the increasingly creative calls for violence. The guard seemed to bore of it, to Kai's relief. But still, by the time she prepared to leave, they were covered in little round open wounds over their bones and joints. In some spots, if the flesh was pulled and tugged enough, there was a bit of white that showed through briefly before being hidden for the blood welling up again.
Left tied on their knees for the night with their arms wrenched painfully behind them, they had plenty of time to think while guards walking up and down the hall stopped outside their cell to stare. At least none of them were ready to say anything to their face yet.
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