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sketching-shark · 8 months

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It's been a while since the last time I asked you Shark

But I have a new question:

What do you think about the retellings of JTTW, where Tang Sanzang proves to be able to stand up for himself or that he literally can also fight alongside Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing and even Bai Long Ma/Ao Lie (who lately I've noticed has started to grab more fame and recognition, being more and more dynamic and part of the group than just being a simple background character)?

I think the most famous version of this kind of retellings is "The Westward" (I like the design of that Tang Sanzang)

PS: It's good to be back

Oh hey! Good to see you again too @wiings-kwami! And in regards to your question, while I fully appreciate that this is a very inadequate answer I guess that depends on how it's used asdfrweadf. TBH the idea that Tang Sanzang can fight back against or at least somewhat defend himself against yaoguai is a potentially really neat idea! As is in the og classic he is the second most static member of the pilgrim group, and this could provide an opportunity for him to be active and explicitly grown and change instead of regularly acting as the embodiment of the "damsel in distress" trope lol. THAT SAID, I can also easily see this being used to shove the monk into the role of "badass fighter" and keep him a static character that way...I know everyone makes fun of Tang Sanzang for crying and falling off his dragon horse, and while some of this is warranted tbh I feel like a more interesting story could be told by addressing WHY he's crying so much rather than putting him in the opposite direction as a stoic fighter. So at the end of the day and as with any other trope out there, I'd say making Tang Sanzang into a warrior monk is potentially a cool idea, but it's less about him being that and more about how it's executed.

#ask answered #jttw retellings #jttw au #tang sanzang #sorry it took me so long to get to this question wiings aaaaaa #but yeah you know tang sanzang as a warrior monk could be really neat!#like it could be a really cool way to delve into the history of China's warrior monks #& how their sect was established from a recognition of a need for monks to protect themselves in a war-torn China #which could also be part of a backstory explaining Tang Sanzang's unrelenting desire to get the scriptures #after all his family was torn apart by bandits #who generally speaking to thrive in war-torn areas #or who are even often made up of former soldiers #it could also be part of why he has such great admiration for Emperor Taizong #who may have had 'countless people' executed while establishing his rule #but who also brought about some measure of stability to China #plus making Tang Sanzang a warrior monk could demonstrate his real adherence to buddhism in the way he only uses it for self-defense #in contrast to his disciples who often used violence to get what they wanted #in a kind of 'I know I'm capable of great violence but I choose not to every day and this is why' sort of way #on the other hand #it could also be used to show how helpless he is against a lot of yaoguai #like yeah the martial arts are good against humans #but idk how effective that's going to be against a guy who can for example breathe fire lol #anyway!#lots of possibilities with this concept

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 25 days

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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate Fanfiction

Chapter 6 - We’re having a WHAT?

“It…It can’t be,” Gale murmurs, an expression of horror on his face. I can’t even begin to think of what her reasoning could be, but then again, Mystra is a delusional and selfish goddess that will gladly do anything, good or bad, as long as it benefits her. The fact she groomed my husband and demanded the worst from him starting a young age speaks volumes about her character.

“Why on Earth would Mystra do this?” I ask. “You would think someone like her could handle it. What in the…”

“Unfortunately, you know just as much as I do. Who would have it in their hands? Who would she have given it to? Surely no one stole it, not that it makes it any better.” We all sigh, trying to process this predicament. Whoever has the crown can cause catastrophe or control the entire world like the elder brain attempted to do, and mostly succeeded.

“You know how I feel about that snot-nosed and self-absorbed goddess. She most definitely gave it up,” Karlach implies, and more than likely she’s correct. “No offense, Gale.” It seems we’re more doomed than we originally thought. We left Waterdeep not thinking anything of it, not considering the possible dangers we would be in. Regardless of where we live, we’re in trouble, but I’ll be honest: I’m glad we found out this way.

Baldur’s Gate is up ahead, awaiting our arrival and it seems to be just as lively as it was when we left before. The trees through Rivington are lively and flourishing with life, brightening up the scenery. The old circus has been torn down and replaced with other new buildings, such as homes for refugees and even a lovely museum. Though that general area reminds me of the horrific past of having to murder a shapeshifting clown, I can’t help but smile, observing the crowds and smelling the sweet aroma of fresh foods from the markets. No more posters of Gortash. No more Steel Watch. The city has changed dramatically since we’ve been here last and it’s definitely more clean than before. I also notice even more homes set up for refugees, a parade in the distance, and new amenities such as an upcoming new circus in a different area that hopefully won’t be filled with shapeshifting creeps in search of blood and body parts to sacrifice to the god of murder, Bhaal. Though, it’s safe to say that the temple is still alive and well unfortunately, which means the potential for murder and destruction is still there.

I love listening to the sound of bards playing their tunes while the parade is keeping the cityfolk entertained. It feels nice and comforting being back home, even for a moment. Hearing the sound of children laughing and dogs barking while running through the city is a sound that reassures me everything's okay and I have nothing to fear. While there have been traumatizing events to happen here in more recent times, this is where I was born and raised, where I learned how to hone my war cleric skills, where I stopped an elder brain from dominating the world. So many memories, both good and bad, and some I miss dearly. Businesses are thriving! I notice more restaurants and bars on every corner, looking to be restored and with newer, more friendly staff. Some of the previous owners of some of the bars were not happy to be there, or were killed during the fight with the elder brain.

“While you guys go to the healer or whatever, Wyll, my hammer, and I are going to visit with Fytz and catch up. She had her baby! I’ll meet you all back here,” Karlach says. She takes Wyll’s hand and off they go merrily, without allowing us to say another word. As Karlach and Wyll head out, we attempt to locate the doctor, but the city is so big and the lack of signs make it an obstacle, but after speaking with a couple townsfolk for directions, it appears they’re located in the Upper City. It’s strange; last time we were here, we were helping the city clean up all the dead mind flayers from the streets right after defeating the brain. So many people died as illithid and not themselves, which broke my heart to discover. I’m thankful everyday that wasn’t my fate, and I’m lucky I was one of the fortunate ones that was protected.

“How are you feeling?” Gale asks with a hopeful look twinkling in his eye. I sigh, holding my hands against my stomach as a nauseating knot forms once more. So help me if the smell of meat gets near my face, I’ll definitely vomit. That wasn’t the case last night though. What the hell is going on? Gale rubs my back gently as I take a deep breath to keep it all in.

“Like my stomach is being twisted around and punched multiple times. I feel better than I did, though,” I add. I could be feeling much worse.

“Thank Sêlune that we handed that orc’s ass to him before he could get to you,” Shadowheart says with relief in her voice. “I’m so sorry you can’t fight in this condition, but I’m glad we could protect you.” I smile at her comforting words, making me feel slightly better about the situation. Months ago, I could destroy a man with my sword in one hit. Now, I’m so weak I can’t even lift a fucking sword.

After some walking through the city and grabbing food from one of the local vendors, we finally find the doctor, who is apparently new to Baldur’s Gate and came from Neverwinter directly after the brain and its thralls were defeated. We go inside the building and notice several paintings of animals, one of them being a wolf. I just know the doctor is a druid.

“I’ll wait outside if you need me. I’m still terrified of wolves, even if it’s a painting,” Shadowheart says. “You can thank all of my trauma for that, which I can’t seem to recover from.”

“We shouldn’t be too long,” I tell her. She half-smiles and nods for us to go inside. Gale and I walk in, noticing a younger wood-elf druid at the counter. Ah, so not only was I correct about the doctor being a druid, but now the paintings within the building make more sense. Then again, it makes sense for a healer to be a druid in the first place. His golden-blonde hair touches his shoulders, freckles covering every inch of his cheekbones, and his forest-green eyes are enough to gain someone’s full attention, so bright and lively. Like Halsin, he appears to be extremely friendly.

“Hello, welcome! My name is Jasik. How may I help you two today?” he says, a positive and welcoming tone within his voice. A small, white cat is sitting on the counter, licking its paws.

“I need help and fast. I’d rather not discuss my symptoms out in the open. Can you help me?” I ask. “I’m rather…ill.” He nods, opening the door of the counter and walking us to the hallway.

“Come. Let’s get you to the back.” Gale and I hold hands as we follow the young man to the back room. The building reminds me of a beautiful cottage or cabin, a very comforting feeling that gives an “at home” aesthetic. As we walk, we notice more paintings are hung up on the walls through the hallway.

“Well, if Shadowheart gets sick, this is not the place for her,” Gale whispers. We walk into the room with the doctor, sitting down on the beautifully carved wooden chairs that seem to be made of oak.

“Glad to have you both here today. Could you kindly explain the issues you’re having?”

“Well, where to start,” I say with a soft voice. Gale squeezes my hand, admiring me as I speak. “A lot of nausea. Light headed. Body aches. Vertigo… The list goes on. Oh, and a random fever that comes and goes when it pleases. Not consistent at all.”

“And no healing spells or potions are working for you?” Jasik asks. I shake my head no and sigh. If only the answers were that simple.

“And the tadpole I had, it’s been gone for over a year,” I mentioned. “These symptoms may not sound as bad as I’m making them out to be, but… Man, they feel intense. And this is coming from someone who has been poisoned, burned, and licerated. Someone who was almost a mind flayer.” Jasik observes me, trying to see if he can locate any physical symptoms I may not be aware of. He advises Gale to leave the room, but not to be too worried. I’m not sure how I feel about him not being by my side, but surely it’s for safety or privacy concerns…right?

“I’ll be outside if you need me,” he says, kissing the top of my head. Gale’s eyes are full of worry, and he looks at me as he leaves the room to go stand outside with Shadowheart. I begin to panic even more now, though Jasik said everything seems to be fine. I wonder how serious it is that he can’t mention it in front of my own husband.

Jasik grabs a needle and a potion bottle filled with some mysterious clear liquid, which isn’t water, that looks extremely unfamiliar. I stare at the medical instruments in front of me, questioning to myself what kind of procedure this is and what I got myself into. I have never heard of anything like this before.

“I’ll need to prick your finger for blood, then I will add it to this potion bottle. The color of the liquid determines what issue you have. If it stays red, then you’re fine. Green is not good and a cause of serious concern. Blue or purple is more ‘mild,’ such as a stomach bug, cold, or pregnancy. You’d think I’m some sort of sorcerer or wizard, but the truth is, I’m a druid. I did attend school for the arcane as a young boy and did various studies with top-notch professors, though.” I sit here quietly, staring at the potion bottle in front of me, dying to know what color the liquid will turn and what this means for me. He pricks my finger rather quickly, squeezing the droplet of blood into the bottle. The blood swirls within the liquid, causing it to change various colors. I swallow nervously, my attention hyper focused on the bottle and bubbling liquid within.

“That is a rather interesting process,” I say. I’m thinking about how Gale might be feeling, and if this is another tadpole situation. I never got captured again, so surely that’s not the problem, right? “Is this a common practice?”

“Well, it’s becoming common. In Neverwinter, this is how we have discovered the answers to various of problems and illnesses. With the knowledge of the arcane and nature’s guidance combined, it’s been extremely accurate and hasn’t failed us yet! They brought me here to help spread the word. Plus, there aren’t enough healers or doctors in Baldur’s Gate.”

Jasik observes the potent potion as it turns into a very vibrant purple color, bubbling with intensity. The colors remind me somewhat of the Underdark. My anxiety is rising just slightly as I wait on his response to the color change. He gasps as he turns around to face me; however, he’s smiling, so it must be good news.

“Well? What’s wrong with me?” He claps his hands together, taking a deep breath while he’s still in a very enthusiastic state.

“Oh, praise Silvanus!” he exclaims. “You are going to be okay. Nothing to worry about at all, you just need to stay hydrated, take it day by day. Be wary of what you eat. Just…lots of rest, dear.” I smile, sighing in relief at his comment.

“So, I’m not terminally ill or anything, it’s just a stomach bug?” Jasik hesitates, as if he’s trying to figure out the words to say as I still sit here, waiting for some sort of explanation. Why can’t he just tell me outright? “I’ll take that as a yes and I’ll be on my–”

“You’re pregnant,” he interrupts, placing his hands over his mouth as if he’s excited for me. I pause, unable to respond to his words from the sudden news that was just thrown in my face. My hands begin to shake as I try to process this.

“W-wow, I did not expect this. Um… Why am I getting a fever if that’s the case? Are you sure I’m not just sick?” His smile does not fade but he shakes his head in response.

“The potion does not lie. You are absolutely pregnant. This has been tested by our most knowledgeable of scholars, and has been proven correct with previous patients in the past. I do want to ask – do you plan on keeping the child? I ask because if not, you could swallow the potion and it will…um… Cancel out the pregnancy.” I sigh, staring at the potion that could determine my fate, but I refuse it.

“No, I… I’m keeping the baby.” I walk out of the office nervously, heading toward the front door. I hold my stomach, unable to think clearly as I try to contemplate on how I’m going to tell Gale. I’m not even sure I want to leave the building right now.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #ao3 #Baldurs gate 3 #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #professor gale #fanfic #shadowheart #astarion #halsin #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #karlach

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asocier · 3 years

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because i forget my own headcanons and have yet to really flesh out very important details, here is a masterpost of topaxi headcanons and lore pertaining to alison/nathalie, emile, and leah!

tl;dr: new locations mentioned in this post include alsace ( alison and emile’s home country before topaxi ), district 104 ( aka the artists’ corner/the arts district; alison and emile’s home district ), hue ( leah’s family’s home country ) and district 249 ( aka international district; leah’s home district ).

alison/nathalie and emile clair

previously mentioned in this post ( but never discussed at length ): the clair family do not have roots in topaxi. more specifically, the family do not have roots in the city of topaxi, though their home country of alsace located on the continent of gaea is part of the topaxi empire and has been for some time. as such, the decision to move to the city of topaxi was a rather easy one, the move done out of much convenience considering how fast the family wanted to start over after alison and emile’s father’s disbarment.

to elaborate on the disbarment and its effect on the family ( also pulled from that same post from earlier ):

the decision to move to topaxi was hastily made in an attempt to start anew after an unfortunate courtroom incident involving emmanuel clair, emile’s father, who made his living as a well-established defense attorney. his reputation in the courtroom ultimately led to him making some enemies, and a well planted piece of forged evidence in a high profile case led to emmanuel’s downfall and subsequent disbarring ( think ace att/orney tbh ).

the blow to emmanuel’s reputation drew media attention not only to himself but his family as well, and with two young children, it was decided that moving away from their home and taking up a new life would be the best, even if this new life wasn’t as lavished as before. and so topaxi was chosen to be their new home – and topaxi is mostly what emile and his twin sister alison know.

to expand on the last sentence: emile and alison moved from alsace to topaxi when they were five years old, meaning they’re still able to remember their early days outside of topaxi in addition to the family’s move and the reason behind it. they were quite aware of the differences between living in alsace and in topaxi as they adjusted to their new life, and the twins’ slight accent in speech drew attention from classmates who were born in topaxi. all in all, however, the twins do see the city of topaxi more of their home than alsace, and they have a significant attachment to the district their family moved to and grew up in.

district 104, nicknamed el rincón de los artistas, the artists’ corner, or the arts district for short, is well known for its colorful buildings, cobblestone paved streets, street murals, and frequent live performances in the park located at the district’s heart. many of topaxi’s artists, musicians, and writers either have called district 104 home, performed in one of the district’s performance halls, drawing many from all over to visit the city, even if it’s only for a night, or contributed their works to the district’s own museum. during the day, bazaar vendors are often showcasing their handicrafts, and local performers looking for their big break can be seen busking at the train station or outside restaurants. upon first glance, district 104 seems to be thriving, but many areas of the city struggle financially.

similar to how some artists successfully secure and hold onto fame while others struggle, the same can be said about the locals of district 104. on paper, district 104 seems to be doing quite well, but the locals know better than to consider the district wealthy. toci elementary school ( escuela primaria toci ), the school emile currently teaches at, is an example of this dearth in financial support that can exist in some parts of 104. this school, located at 7Sc 19 D104, is home to a little more than 100 students and is considered to be the worst school in district 104 on account of how underfunded it is, how “misbehaved” the children are said to be, and how run-down the area seems to look in comparison to the district’s center.

this school also happens to be where alison and emile attended as children. the twins often found themselves returning to this school even as they aged to volunteer and play with the children, the twins acting like older sibling figures to many in the area. considering the fact that the clair family was generally well off and lived quite comfortably, they did as much as they could to support their local community, a sentiment emile still holds very close to his heart. while alison ends up leaving her home district for the central district, her impact in the community can be seen via the murals that are painted on the side of the elementary school and on the side of some of the local businesses. she played an active role in encouraging the youths in her neighborhood to express themselves artistically, and many of those who bonded closely with alison have taken interest in studying art when they’re older.

leah nguyen

district 249, nicknamed el crisol del mundo ( the world’s melting pot ) or more succinctly, the international district, is where leah calls home. while topaxi as a whole is known to house people from all over the world, district 249 has taken the idea of a cultural melting pot to a new level to draw in tourists. rumored to have been a district that acted as a refuge for those displaced from their home countries by the many topaxi conquests decades earlier, district 249 today is comprised of many ethnic enclaves that neighbor one another and is considered one of the most culturally diverse districts in topaxi. any tourist who comes to visit can clearly see the variety of sights, sounds, and tastes the district has to offer just by walking down the main road that splits the district in half.

originally from hue located on the southeasten part of the houtu continent, leah’s parents found themselves in district 249 after the second most recent topaxi conquest. with much of the continent already under topaxi rule, it was only a matter of time before the topaxi advancement foreces ( taf ) would move into hue next, and despite the country’s effort to defend itself, it was inevitably conquered, sending many to either flee to neighboring nations or to topaxi itself in hopes of finding refuge and better living conditions than their war-torn homeland.

many of leah’s family members participated in the war between topaxi and hue, including her father. while her father speaks little of what he experienced during the war, she’s aware of his continued military service even after he had fled hue with her mother, a story many from hue share as they looked to topaxi for new opportunities and better living conditions than their newly war-torn homeland. enticed by the taf’s promises of honor and good pay, former hue natives swallowed their pride and began to fight on the side of the victor in the most recent set of conquests. this is a story many in district 249 share, as well; after having their homeland ransacked and conquered, many find themselves desperate for ways to support their families and turn to enlisting in topaxi’s army, which seems to be always looking for disposable members. unfortunately, ichor poisoning on account of being exposed to high levels of ichor in a short period of time was common for those enlisted in the army, and it wasn’t long before miasmic symptoms hindered many soldiers from living their lives normally after they were discharged.

growing up in a community so heavily affected by ichor poisoning is actually the driving force behind leah’s decision to attend university and pursue her current research interest. her studies are very interdisciplinary: while she is officially a student of the psychology department, the research she conducts with her supervisor is a collaborative effort between the engineering, psychology, and robotics departments. interested in measuring the public’s perceptions of the newly developing prosthetic technology and capturing the stories and experiences of those who suffer from miasma ( as a result of warfare, ichor mining, or other sources of ichor poisoning ), leah plays a role in the interview and transcription process of the research and works closely with her research team to present this information to the other departments.

having grown up in district 249 all her life, leah was exposed to many different cultural influences at an early age, and as such, she picked up on many useful phrases in different languages during her time in the district. she’s only fluent in two languages, but her ability to understand bits and pieces of conversation in other languages seemed to have added to her appeal to both the admissions office and her current research lab at topaxi’s autonomous cultural university, or universidad cultural autonoma de topaxi ( ucat ). being the first in her family to attend college, there are high expectations resting on her shoulders to be successful, and there’s a constant need for leah to better and prove herself as she navigates academia. she currently resides in district 21, the university district, to complete her studies. it’s a bit far from district 249 so she doesn’t return home often, but she writes to her family when she can and visits during long holidays.

#( private verse ) your name is #topaxi verse #cw: long post #i didn't proofread this dont come at me

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aweebwrites · 4 years

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Allies: Ch 1

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Since it's birth, Ninjago has known nothing but war, and this war has been raging for thousands of years now with no victor. But the tides of war are turning, drawing close to what could be an end. The Elemental Knights will do everything in their power, under the order of Emperor Wu to stop the dark Emperor Garmadon and his army from succeeding in winning this war... But he too had his own champions standing in their way.

The race is on and clock is ticking and their aim? The Golden Weapons.

The goal is to end this war that has torn a family to pieces. The real question is: Who will do it? And really, which side is good and which is bad?

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The wind under his wings… Clouds passing by on both sides… Clean, crisp air… Sounds of distant waves and birds chirping… Peace. This is the feeling father strives for.

Lloyd opened his eye then, looking out from his tower high atop the Dark Castle, looking out at the rocky landscape spread out before him, the sky a purple colour during the night and red during the day, holding dark, spiraling clouds that gave the castle an ominous appearance. Its dark walls, its position built into a mountain of intimidating heights and cliffs gave it such a frightening appearance. But it was nothing of the sort. This place, said to harbor unparalleled evils, was Lloyd’s home for all of his life. Those who gossip such falsehood have never stepped foot inside the castle, his home. No place held more peace. Despite the never ending war brewing at their walls, inside these walls held peace and harmony. All was well here. Sometimes Lloyd didn’t want to so much as look outside. He didn’t wish to see the lands the one who had created this realm had scorched at the start of this war, didn’t want to see the rough, unappealing landscape… But there were days like today looking past these walls was all he could dream of. To see the life that managed to thrive here despite what the First Spinjitzu Master had done to it… To spots areas of land holding patches of greenery, to spot waterfalls and creatures soaring and hunting… They’re all reminders of what the future had in store for him. For them all once they win this war.

Lloyd smiled as he reached a hand up to his leather eye patch that was snug over his right eye, outlined in gold, the symbol of their land situated in the middle. It hurt.

“Prince Lloyd.” Lloyd glanced over his shoulder to see Kozu as he walked through his room to where he stood on the balcony.

“Kozu.” Lloyd greeted with a light smile then looked out once more. “I take it there is no shift in the tides of war?” He asked him lightly as the Stone Soldier stood straight in the presence of his Prince.

“No. We are still at a stalemate. The Kingdom of Fulgor anticipated our attack at the North side of the border. While we suffered no loss due to the presence of my soldiers, we’ve gained no traction either. The Earth Knight of Fulgor’s presence prevented that.” Kozu reported and Lloyd wasn’t surprised.

“I see.” Was all he said, wrapping his hand around the hilt of his sword tightly, the only sign of his frustration he would give.

For all the Kingdom of Fulgor’s greed and corruption, they were smart, tactical. The old Emperor Wu was a wise man. Getting around his strategies have been a challenge on their own. For the past year, he has taken a defensive stance against them. It was a clear sign that the old man was plotting something but not even their spies could tell what it is. It had to be of great importance, of great aid for the old man to keep under wraps so tightly. It was annoying. Frustrating. His father had always urged him to be patient but that was a task easier said than done. Lloyd blinked once his green cape was pulled over his shoulders, metallic fingers clasping it against his armor.

“Much longer in this cold morning and your eye will no doubt start acting up again.” Cryptor warned almost irritably and Lloyd faced his protectors with a smile.

“You’re right.” He nods at them.

“... Come. It is time to hone your fighting skills.” Kozu says as he turned way, all four arms clasped behind his back.

“Ri-”

“About that.” Cryptor spoke up, arms crossed over his chest, his black cape fluttering lightly in a gust of wind.

Cryptor’s glowing red eyes met Lloyd’s slitted one of the same colour.

“The Emperor wishes to speak with you.” He told Lloyd whose eye widened in surprise briefly before he nodded, walking past them both towards the door, unphased as they both followed him.

He hadn’t had the chance to see his father in so long due to his planning to try to end this war once and for all. Excitement and anticipation filled his stomach but he kept the emotions under wraps as he headed for the throne room. Along every corner of the castle halls had guards in their pairs. They were mostly Serpentine and Umbrians due to the stronger Stone Soldiers and Nindroids needing to be on the battlefield. But they are just as capable as the Nindroids and Stone Soldiers. They had to be to protect the castle. Namely, the Emperor and their Prince. Lloyd made his way by, his cape fluttering behind him as each pair of guards along the hallways and stairs straightened up in his presence as a sign of respect. Finally, Lloyd made it to the throne room, standing before the massive double doors of obsidian and precious materials. Without prompting, both Kozu and Cryptor walked forward, pushing the doors open for him. Lloyd looked ahead, eye gleaming at the sight of his father perched on his grand obsidian throne, watching them expectantly with his own glowing ruby red eyes.

“Father.” Lloyd says as he, Kozu and Cryptor bowed before him respectfully.

“... Leave us.” Garmadon spoke and both Stone and Nindroid Generals stood then walked out, closing the large doors behind them in unison.

The moment those doors closed, Lloyd launched forward, wings unfurling from under his cape, through the holes in his armor to push himself faster with a few flaps. Garmadon stood, catching him in his speed, a laugh echoing through the empty hall as his son clung to him, nuzzling him eagerly with a chorus of happy purrs, his tail wagging eagerly.

“Lloyd my son.” Garmadon spoke with a fanged grin, his lower arms coming around to support his son’s weight as the upper squeezed him into a hug. “It’s been so long. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy.” He told his son as he brought a hand up to ruffle his hair, his smile softening as his son leaned into his touch with a happy purr.

“It’s alright dad. You have to be Emperor and lead the people, to stop the war.” Lloyd says as he looked up at his father with his red eye blown wide with his excitement.

Garmadon’s smile faltered as he brought a hand to his son’s face, pushing his eye patch aside to see his overcast, milky white eye that held tiny flecks of reds, greens, blues and even yellows. He had lost sight in this eye in such a tragic way yet still beauty blooms from this inhibition of his.

“It’s fine.” Lloyd says softly as he pulled back from his father, sliding the eye patch back in place as he stood on his own two feet. “It hasn’t been bothering me or anything.” He dismissed and Garmadon frowned.

“You may be able to get away with telling that to Kozu and Cryptor but not to your father.” Garmadon spoke and Lloyd also frowns, hating in this moment how easily his father saw through him.

It was his error to mention it. If he hadn’t then maybe he wouldn’t have noticed and he would finally let him fight with the rest of his army. He hated sitting around and being pampered, especially where more and more people are dying out there.

“Lloyd…” Garmadon says, tilting his chin up with a clawed hand. “More than anything, you mean the most to me. As long as you are safe, I can rest, I can fight.” He began his lecture and Lloyd frowned but met the Oni that was his father’s gaze.

“I want for no more harm to come your way… But I’ve received most troubling news from the Kingdom of Fulgor that would no doubt turn the tides of this war in their favour and guarantee their win.” The Emperor told him and Lloyd stiffened at that.

What could be so powerful, so crucial for them to win the war? Was it a new species? Ancient magic? A weapon? Lloyd narrows his eyes as he sneered, revealing a sharp fang.

“We can’t let them win.” He says immediately.

“And we won’t.” Garmadon says, turning away from his son to walk over to the glass stained murals over his throne that depicted the birth of Ninjago. “I’ve told you the story of how Ninjago came to be many a time. I have also told you that you are the grandson of the First Spinjitzu Master, as I am his son.” He says as he stood before a depiction of three people Lloyd had never heard the tale of.

“Yes, you have. What does this have to do with the Kingdom of Fulgor’s upper hand on us?” Lloyd asked skeptically.

Was their trump card really some ancient power or weapon?

“My brother, your uncle is attempting to find powers greater than any one of us, the very same power that created all of Ninjago, forged and kept in the four ancient weapons of Spinjitzu.” Garmadon says, folding his four arms behind his back, under his deep purple cape.

Lloyd’s eyes widened in horror. They intended to resurrect the very same weapons that created Ninjago and the ones that almost destroyed the Kingdom of Penumbra?! Lloyd couldn’t hold back a growl as his hackles rose, fangs bared as his shift deepened.

“Calm yourself, my son.” Garmadon says as he glanced at his son as his wings flared open and up in his anger. “All is not lost. In fact, this is a perfect opportunity.” He says lightly, picking up a thin, spiked circlet of pure obsidian off of a purple cushion then approached his son.

“My brother intends on sending all of the Knights of Fulgor on this mission. This will leave their front lines open. The other elemental masters will be of no trouble for my army. We will be able to push them back so no backup can aid the Knights.” Garmadon says as he stood before his son, a fanged smirk on his face. “And you, my precious son, will be the one that brings us victory.” He says, placing the crown on his son’s head where it belongs, the black crown standing out in his platinum blond hair.

It didn’t take Lloyd long to read into the implications of his father’s words. He met his father’s eyes, his own glowing at the sheer thought of finally being of use to the kingdom, to finally have a chance to fight for his people getting him fired up.

“I’ll follow the Knights and steal them.” Lloyd whispered and Garmadon nodded his confirmation.

“You’ll be taking Pythor, Cryptor and Kozu with you. Each of them have mentors to take their places so their absence won’t impact the army. In a day, the Knights will begin their quest. My brother was the one to hide the weapons so only he knows where they are. I have no doubt however, that they are all in the Kingdom of Fulgor. Had he stepped foot here all those years ago, I would have known. Be careful. Don’t lose them, no matter what.” He warned his son who nodded.

“I won’t.” Lloyd vowed, red eye burning with determination.

He was just handed a mission that would either be the salvation of his kingdom if they succeed… Or its demise if he fails. Failure for a mission like this… Was not an option. He stood straight, putting his tail and wings away as he took on a cool, serious expression. This is where he truly earns the title of Prince. The Knights of Fulgor have been a thorn in his side personally. He didn’t enjoy killing but he would do what he must for his kingdom, even if it comes to that. It just so happens that the Knights are the only ones he would like to see suffer death by his hands.

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A shiver ran down the spine of the Fire Knight of Fulgor. He glanced over his shoulder, towards where the Kingdom of Penumbra was, orange red eyes scanning the horizon critically.

“Something wrong, Kai?” Kai looked to the Ice Knight of Fulgor, Zane as they kept guard of Emperor Wu’s sleeping chambers.

“Nothing.” Kai says as he shook it off. “Did you hear? Cole stopped a squadron of the enemy from crossing the border.” He says, looking over the lush, green land around them.

“Yes. Emperor Wu was right yet again. The Penumbrians seem to never know when to quit.” Zane says with a small frown.

“That won’t be a problem pretty soon.” Kai grinned and Zane smiled, glowing blue eyes looking out at the view ahead, at the large lake nearby, glimmering in the early afternoon sun.

“Soon, this war will come to an end at last and the world can finally know peace.” Zane says softly, awe in his voice to finally have such a thing come to pass.

The war is as old as Ninjago itself. Once it started, it never stopped, even after thousands and thousands of years. But soon and oh so very soon, the forces of the Kingdom of Penumbra will fall and peace will reign. No more death. No more fighting. Mothers and fathers can go home to their children… And those who have passed to see that day come… Can rest in peace.

“... What will you do when we finally win this war?” Kai asked Zane who blinked at him, surprised at the question.

The pale Nindroid then smiled, looking ahead again.

“I will continue to serve the Emperor and Prince. I was made for this… And I am glad I was. Otherwise, I would have never met the other Knights… I would not have met you...” He says quietly and Kai felt his heart clench at Zane’s honestly spoken words.

“... Me too.” Kai says after a moment, looking out at the sky. “It’s in my blood, you know? To protect and defend. I’d like to believe this peace will last forever but that's highly unlikely. Impossible even. As long as we’re needed… I’ll be right next to you.” He says with a soft smile, reaching out to take Zane’s hand and the Nindroid blinked at him then smiled, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he lifted Kai’s hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it.

Kai laughed too, both of them indulging in this rare moment of quiet and calm.

Unknowing to them, a person formed in the shadow of a column nearby, watching the duo as they laughed carefree. They were right about that. The war will end. There will be peace. But such a thing cannot exist by their hands. Shade faded into shadow again, moving through the castle unseen. He heard a whisper of something very interesting Emperor Garmadon will be sure to want to hear...

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(OwO new fic here! I’ve been wanting to freshen things up a bit and to be more active again so why not throw out a new fic? Daily updates next to MOD updates! I hope you liked it! Also what do you think about the read more line? Start adding it to my posts or do you prefer one long body of text?)

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AERION!!! Will you write something for @jennacat84 please? Masa fluff. Like super fluffy. So fluffy she dies with a grin on her face. Please???

@notsafefortum-blr Requesting a request for someone else? My how generous as expected from a Princess. Ok, then @jennacat84 I hope you enjoy this. Excuse a writer’s musings on a certain fluffy creature.

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It had been a long ride. Returning home to Aoba and his own Oshu Castle and Masa couldn’t help but smile. Regardless of his own fatigue, he pressed on his loyal entourage close behind him.

Azuchi captured his imagination. Every time he returned home he brought with him more and more ideas. Improvements here, some fresh ideas there. Nobunaga had been a good source of information. He had admired the castle town of his Lord. There there was access to a lot of different things, the way of trade was more open thanks to Nobunaga's progressive ideas and laws.

Masa had seen his fair share of areas and its people struggle. Whether it was famine caused by war or a natural period of truly bad luck. He recalled that one village where the local shrine appeared to almost being buried under a see of wishes and prayers to see the end to their problems with their crops, to just allow their families to survive the drought of basic food required for living.

He had always felt a keen desire to see his people around him suffer less. His studies with the monks provided him with more knowledge but it was Nobunaga that had really captured his imagination and inspired him. He intended to learn all he could from him, Lord. Aoba and any of the other provinces he acquired would thrive. As the 17th head of the Date clan, he promised this and was determined to see it happen.

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Early morning and just as the sun rose on the horizon casting away the shade of night Masa decided to do a little bit of an inspection on the area. He had heard tales in the letters from home and from other people after he arrived that there were some traders that had arrived close to home.

It was not unheard of that the Southern barbarians should be around as they seemed to sail further and further over time in search of new trade connections. Nobunaga was a well-known figure for them and his trade for firearms and beloved konpeito.

Driven by curiosity Masa mounted his steed and left.

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The area for trade was rough, and that was probably putting it politely. This was certainly an area he had plans to improve. As he looked around Masa had a vision. It would be a complete overhaul of the remote backwater as the whole place required repairs, improvements and a general facelift.

Judging from what he could see access from other areas by way of trade seemed to be ok. I wonder if I could find a way to encourage that more? More trade would mean more access to goods. It would mean improvement and enrichment to the quality of life around here. If I can make it happen… no, when I make it happen perhaps I’ll even build a boat.

-Mraah!-

Now, what was that? Masa cast his keen eye over the traders and it fell on one that seemed to have a large collection of pelts. Again this was not unusual but something about this stall caught his eye. the bright colour contrast of it. Something only usually seen in paintings. The rich orange lightly tinted with undertones of warm browns in places and the striking ink black stripes.

“Good day to you. See something you like?” The voice of the trader called out. He was speaking Japanese even if it was a little slow and broken in places.

“Hi. Yeah, you could say that.”

“Oh, you have a good eye there. This came from China. Beauty isn’t it? It would make a fine addition to any home… perhaps even as an embellishment to some clothing?”

-Mraah-

The same sound cried out again except this time Masa could tell it was coming from the direction of some crates.

“What’s over there?” He pointed behind the trader.

“Mm, oh nothing of concern. I acquired some more stock on my last trip and am waiting for someone to come and collect it.”

The trader removed the sheet from what was more obviously now a cage revealing something more amazing inside. A bundle of soft fur, patterned the same as the pelts hanging on display paced back and forth. Masa had seen cats there was no doubt it was feline, much larger but still a cat all the same.

Its sleek movements caused its fur to move and fall in a mesmerizing way. The pelt was pretty but it had nothing at all on the living thing. So this is a tiger?

“What will you do with it?” Masa asked lost in the beauty of the exotic creature.

“I have a man who is interested in its uses for healing. It isn’t a widely known thing here yet but Chinese medicine is becoming a little more popular of late. After he takes what he wants I will have a new pelt to sell.” The trader spoke in an off-hand manner. So that is what he intends to do with it.

Masa crouched down looking through the bars at the small tiger. As if sensing something was different the tiger cub also sat down and stared back at Masa’s blue eye with a pair of bright large orbs of its own. It was wild and new. It was beauty and danger rolled into one large adorable furry package. And yet the plans for such a creature had Masa’s stomach feeling uneasy.

There was cruelty in the world all over. It was just a fact of life at this point. But for whatever reason Masa could not see this cub used in such a fashion.

“Whatever your guy said he’d pay you I’ll double it.”

“Double?” The trader repeated the word a little shocked.

“Yes, and I will give you more than that to take him with me now, alive.”

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The Castle staff were a little shocked, to say the least when their Lord and Master returned from his excursion with a baby tiger. They quickly recovered and made preparations to accommodate the new addition.

Masa sat in the castle garden watching as the stripy ball of fur prowled around it sniffing the plants and pouncing on leaves that were disturbed by the wind. He had never really thought of owning a pet but when he saw this impudent little kit he felt a connection and just knew he had to have him.

“Mrwah” The cub let out one of the cutest noises Masa had heard as he pounced on Masa knocking him to the ground.

“What’s wrong little guy? You wanna play?” Masa asked breaking out into an even bigger smile.

“Mraah!”

“Ok ok.” Masa laughed as he played with the creature. the castle staff paused in their daily tasks and watched happily as their Lord played with the cub as if it was nothing more than an ordinary house cat.

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The room in the castle prepared for the cub was large. after placing the raw meat on the ground for it Masa watched as it was torn apart and happily devoured.

“Well, it’s not exactly the most complicated meal I have ever prepared for someone but damn if you don’t make it look good.” Masa laughed at the sight. He was in love with the reactions. The honest, pure, bliss of it.

Preparing food for others was his simple pleasure in life. Watching the happiness bloom on their face as they took a bite of food he had prepared was as rewarding to him as any victory in battle. And here he had a creature that could give him that feeling and a lot more on top.

When the cub had finished eating it yawned sleepily and plodded over to Masa’s side where the warlord had been sitting on the floor by the wall. With an almost audible flop, it collapsed using Masa’s lap as a pillow. Masa stroked the oversized cat softly relishing the warmth he felt. He’s alive. I saved him right? He’s really alive…

Anxiety he hadn’t realised he had felt when he originally saw the tiger in the trader’s cage bubbled up in him. So that was the uneasy feeling my stomach? Rest now, you’re safe. But I suppose if you are to stay you should have a name.

Clouds that had been traversing the night sky outside parted bathing the room in pale moonlight and the cub purred happily in the quiet room

“Shogetsu…”

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:// SEARCHING OPERATIVE …

… searching for AGENT 036 / THE SUN. classified files indicate that they go by IM DOYOON. born in SEOUL, SK, in 1986/10/19, further investigation makes it clear that they joined the agency FIVE YEARS ago. they are a MEDICAL AGENT who specialize in being a GENERAL PRACTITIONER. higher clearance is needed to access further information…

… ENTER PASSWORD TO ACCESS THE COMPLETE FILE.

:// ACCESSING BACKGROUND FILES …

words like death and abandonment are ones two year olds aren’t quite capable of comprehending. no, little doyoon isn’t aware of the horrors that the world has in store for him as he rests his head in his uncle’s neck, letting the slow heartbeat cradle him to sleep while the police officer’s inform the man on his brother and sister in law’s death. the embrace is warm, it’s safe, it’s… protective and so it isn’t until two days later that doyoon realizes what has become his new reality. little hands pound onto his uncle’s chest, crying and screaming and begging for his mother and father to come back. only they never do.

little by little the world starts making more sense. doyoon is still young, too innocent to understand the intricate ways of how the world works according to some, but he has always praised himself for his remarkable eye and the twist and turns only his mind seemed to be able to make. that strange twinkle in his uncle’s eyes, for example, is not the unconditional love so many like to speak off. no, the feelings his uncle harbours for the 6 year old lean closer to hatred and blame, cursing him for taking away his sweet bachelor’s life.

.ii

❝ it’s only for a couple of hours. ❞ doyoon’s uncle reassures him, patting him roughly on his head before he takes off with the woman who had introduced herself as the headmistresses. Once again it doesn’t take doyoon too long to realize what kind of place his uncle had taken him to, the worn out uniforms are enough of a tell. It’s the place where little boys and girls with a mommy or a daddy go to. Some place that lives and breathes abandonment and this time 7 year old doyoon knows exactly what it means.

the headmistresses takes doyoon by his hand and leads him through the halls of what she calls a temporary solution. they are cold, empty, bland and contradicting of the lies that spill from the woman’s lips. ❝ your uncle is sick. he needs to leave for a while. ❞ she speaks in hushed tones as she leads him into a bedroom and holds the dull uniform against his body to see if it would fit. ❝ doyoon… ❞ a pair of cold hands clutch onto his, silence lingering between the two of them until he lets his gaze meet hers. ❝ do you understand what i’m trying to tell you? ❞

he nods.

.iii

the fabric itches against his skin, lips pressed together into a tight line as he stares into his plate of dry rice. doyoon is not used to this kind of crowd, as loud and disorganized as it is, still this time he doesn’t cry. this time he doesn’t scream and he doesn’t beg, the noise numbing his thoughts instead until the boy next to him shakes him out of it.

lee taewon is how he introduces himself.

a friend.

another person that leaves.

.iv

it was clear lee taewon and im doyoon were polar opposites from the first day they met. taewon was tiny and torqued, always getting into fights left and right while doyoon was more passive and level-headed. the other kids liked pointing that out as a weakness, warning him that he wouldn’t survive in a place like this with an attitude like that. still doyoon only smiles, claims he is a man with a plan, refusing to become yet another victim of the system.

doyoon keeps his head down and into his books instead. education and scholarships are his way out of the deepest pits of hell. they are his one way ticket to freedom, to a better life, and he thrives, soars higher than anyone had ever expected him to. with one full scholarship and an acceptance letter to snu’s medical department in hand, he proves them all wrong.

one small duffle bag is all doyoon needs to carry out all his clothes and belongings. he hadn’t come with much baggage, besides maybe the mental one, and he was leaving with even less. but not before handing his friend a key and an invite to move into his government-funded apartment. ❝ you didn’t really think i was going to leave you behind, right? ❞

college is not much to write home about. for the first time in his life doyoon was living a somewhat normal life. he goes to class, he studies, he works, he falls in love… life is easy, life is good, it’s so much easier than he ever imagined it could be.

and then he decides to leave.

.vi

it’s an offer he couldn’t possibly refuse. doctors without borders is his purpose, the reason why he got into medicine in its purest sense and being offered a position within their team was something he had never dared dreaming of. still, every rose has its thorns and taking this opportunity meant having to leave behind taewon and the girl he has loved for the past five years. it’s a cruel turn of event. a bittersweet goodbye. he’s gotten used to those by now.

with his 24 years of age, doyoon is one of the youngest of the team but he manages to stand his ground. he catches up to speed quickly, learns to adapt and serve to his new surroundings. the other doctors praise him for his skill and dedication, every live he saves worth the pain and poverty he is confronted with on a daily basis. but just like every other good thing in his life, it doesn’t last for long. a bomb drops on top of the hospital doyoon is stationed at, the building collapsing upon itself and taking out most of the people inside.

doyoon doesn’t know how but he survives, a machine angrily beeping along with his heartbeat. he is back in korea he knows that much, but there is a man seated next to his bed, one he hasn’t ever seen before. the man doesn’t speak much at first, he just… smiles, stares as if he was trying to phantom the entirety of his existence with only one glance. secret intelligence, military exemption, a year of training, a royal pay… doyoon can’t make much sense of what the man is trying the tell him while he’s high on anaesthetics but he’s got a year of rehabilitation ahead of him to try and figure out what it means.

he is 28 years old when he takes another leap of faith and applies to the st program, much older than the average trainee but he works twice as hard. his experience in war-torn areas is desperately needed and they do not shy away from letting it be known, only adding fuel to conflict in personality that harbours deep within him.

fast forward 12 months and doyoon is handed a white doctor’s coat and a name tag to hang next to the door of his brand new practice. they tell him it won’t be that different from what he did when he was still with the doctors without borders. he takes care of the wounded and the sick, still serving the greater good just like he wanted to only now the circumstances were much more luxurious.

:// ACCESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION …

FINAL EVALUATION

SUBJECT: im doyoon ID NUMBER: 102014

“the subject shows no signs of post-traumatic stress disorder but conduct in field missions is a sensitive topic and needs to be approached with care. Prior consultation and guidance is advised. Furthermore, the subject shows clear indications of a superiority complex and future therapy is hence strongly encouraged. Interplay with patients is sometimes questionable, yet not unethical so no real threat is posed to the dynamics of the organization. Solving the underlying issues that led to this diagnosis will be a lengthy process considering his trust and commitment issues so referral to a more experienced psychologist is recommended. Though, please proceed with caution. while the subject might appear cooperative, he has years of medical training under his belt alongside previous experience with psychological assessments just like this one, meaning he knows well enough what to say, how to say it and when it should be said. history with other patients prove there is no reason to believe he will pose any further risk. on the contrary, the subject is capable of performing well under stress, which leads him to be suitable for more dire cases outside of the headquarters.”

… END OF FILE. CONTACT THE AGENT DIRECTLY FOR MORE.

#t #m #036

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Inspirational TED Talks to end off International Women’s Month

As International Women’s Month comes to an end, what better way is there than to highlight some truly inspirational and though-provoking talks from amazing women?

From powerful women to war-torn countries, our selection of TED Talks to end off the month will have you thinking, asking and questioning many things in your own life. And hopefully it will inspire anyone to push just that little bit further.

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So, without any further interruptions, let’s jump straight in to it!

The historic women’s suffrage march on Washington - Michelle Mehrtens

One of the biggest moments for women’s rights happened on 3 March 1913, when thousands of women gathered in Washington D.C. for the Women's Suffrage Parade. It was the first march of its kind for a woman's right to vote. In her TED Talk, Mehrtens details how the march rejuvenated the fight for the 19th amendment. “Though full voting inclusion would take decades, in 1920, Congress ratified the 19th amendment, finally granting women the right to vote,” the Talk explains.

How I’m making bricks out of ashes and rubble in Gaza - Majd Mashharawi

Gaza is one of the most conflict-ridden areas in the world, and it will take decades for people to rebuild their homes once the shelling finally stops. But how do you go about it? Majd Mashharawi had the same thought – and then it came to her. In her Talk, she explains she designed a brick made out of ashes that's helping people rebuild their homes. But that is not all. Mashharawi is taking it one step further and is incorporating solar-powered energy into these homes.

The most powerful woman you have never heard of - T. Morgan Dixon and Vanessa Garrison

Do you know who Septima Clark is? We won’t blame you if you don’t. After all, that is exactly what this TED Talk is all about. She was a teacher and some of her students included the generation's most legendary activists like Rosa Parks, Diane Nash and Fannie Lou Hamer. Through their Talk, T. Morgan Dixon and Vanessa Garrison are “taking a page from Clark's playbook to launch a health revolution in the US -- and get one million women walking for justice.”

Creative ways to get kids to thrive in school - Olympia Della Flora

Speaking of teachers, International Women’s Month should also be used to educate the younger generations about the past’s struggles – but also what is possible in the future. Teacher Olympia Della Flora says that “to get young kids to thrive in school, we need to do more than teach them how to read and write - we need to teach them how to manage their emotions.” In her Talk, she examines creative tactics that can help with struggling students - all with her existing budget and resources. “Small changes make huge differences, and it's possible to start right now ... You simply need smarter ways to think about using what you have, where you have it,” Flora explains.

How to cope with anxiety - Olivia Remes

Dealing with emotions is one thing but having to battle anxiety is something totally different. Psychologist Olivia Remes shares her thoughts and techniques on how to deal with anxiety and says the first thing people need to do is being kinder to ourselves and to others. “Arguing that treatments such as psychotherapy and medication exist and often result in poor outcome and high rates of relapses, she will emphasise the importance of harnessing strength in ourselves as we modify our problem-coping mechanisms,” TED explains.

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In Melbourne, Debunking The African Gang “Crisis” Over Coffee

The social and political climates of every economy in our world are undergoing widespread change. Whether or not it’s realized, the laws of our lands and the commentary that comes with them affect every facet of our lives. Coffee isn’t immune to this—as a global industry, it depends on the exploitation of black and brown farmers and international laws of trade to thrive.

We look to coffee professionals in Iran, who are currently barred from participating in SCA events and WCE competitions thanks to the Trump administration, and Guatemalans leaving coffee behind in search for a better, safer life. Not only are these examples of the close relationship coffee has with politics, but the way our media portrays these people and events often demonizes them instead of informing the general public. As a result, portions of this public sometimes feel emboldened to react in dangerous ways.

In the state of Victoria in Australia, similar things are happening. Over the last year, unfair, racist media and political persecution has heavily affected Sudanese-Australians. Apparently, Melbourne is experiencing a rise in violence due to “African gangs,” but this is a myth. The sensationalism by Australian media outlets is doing more harm to these communities than good.

In the world of coffee, stepping in to stand up for the underserved and wrongly persecuted has become a new norm. It’s an acknowledgement of the very communities that produce the fruit an entire industry is built off of. From Sprudge’s multiple national fundraisers for refugees and asylum seekers to Department of Brewology’s Filter Coffee, Not People campaign—both helped send a message in strong support of people banned at US borders.

1951 Coffee Company in Berkeley, California offers employment to refugees also. Across the world in Singapore, Bettr Barista puts its focus on at-risk youth and marginalised women within their own community.

Despite the industry as a whole often toeing the line of humanitarianism and White savior complexes, it’s needless to say: the world of coffee has a heart to act for the social good of people because people are its core.

But in Melbourne—a city globally known and highly revered for its cafe culture—there rings a silence toward mobilizing for this cause in the coffee scene.

This isn’t true for every cause—there was an outpouring of community support for Australia’s vote to legalize gay marriage, and cafes have worked together nationally to raise money for the homeless. Richmond cafe Long Street Coffee also joins the list of places that employ refugees and recent migrants to Australia. Since we are in the age of coffee businesses utilizing their place in society as social third spaces to take strong stances for marginalized people everywhere, this could be an opportunity for Melbourne to join in. But as time passes, the current silence is beginning to speak volumes.

i.O.G.

In North Melbourne at Auction Rooms Cafe, three Sudanese-Australian artists—members of the collective Burn City Movement: Wantu Tha One, i.O.G, and Prince Leo—gather over coffee. They speak openly with Sprudge about their experience being seen as outsiders in a society they grew up in, and how the coffee community could play a role in fighting back against the political and media circus.

“Growing up in Australia was a wild experience,” i.O.G begins. He’s lived here almost half his life, having moved to Melbourne from South Sudan in 2006. “I grew up in the suburbs, where it was safer than most. Over the years, it’d been peaceful. But now it’s getting serious.”

I.O.G is referring to the recent rise in race-related incidents since the media’s reporting on the “African gang crisis” in the state of Victoria. This sensationalism has lingered in the media all year. Isolated incidents of South Sudanese youth committing crime have been exaggerated, so much so the Prime Minister himself spoke out against the so-called issue.

Wantu Tha One

“The Prime Minister of Australia is blurting out nonsense about African gangs and Sudanese-specific communities, while the police commissioner says this is far from a crisis; just a group of young people getting together now and again committing petty crimes,” says Wantu Tha One. “The statistics don’t add up to what they’re saying.”

And he’s right—crimes committed by Sudanese people in Victoria accounted for 1% of all crime in 2017. While many Victorians know and understand the demonization of South Sudanese people in Australia is to cause unwarranted fear for political party votes, Sudanese-Australians question why it comes at the expense of their own communities. At the same time, some are trying to find creative ways to address these problems while bringing everyone together.

This is where coffee can come in.

Wantu says, “The first thing—[Melbourne] coffee culture would have to find a way to welcome people of all backgrounds. And from there, we can feel more comfortable utilizing these spaces to come together.” Although they’re not the only black people in the cafe on this particular Sunday afternoon, they stand out. The stares from patrons of the cafe are glaringly apparent, but the vibe isn’t inherently unwelcoming.

“[Coffee shops] are more friendly in the city,” Wantu continues. “You find more open minds, and you’re greeted with a friendly smile. There are other areas where you walk into the shop and you feel out of place automatically.”

In the decades following the White Australia Policy ending in 1973, Australia promoted multiculturalism. The City of Melbourne proudly calls itself home to “one of the world’s most harmonious and culturally diverse communities,” reflected heavily in the city’s culinary spread, including coffee. But when you walk into one of the numerous cafes residents and tourists alike have to choose from, folks on both sides of the bar look mostly the same.

There’s a chance for Melbourne cafes to not only open their space to have these conversations and mobilize for the community, but offer jobs, as well. After all, being a barista is considered a serious profession in Australia—often viewed as a trade.

Certain politicians have suggested Sudanese people aren’t adjusting quickly enough to Australian culture. This is an interesting point to make considering the lack of support received overall after migration from a war-torn country to a society much different than their own. But maybe it’s here—at the coffee shop—where the lines that have clearly been drawn to divide Australians can begin to blur.

Prince Leo

Prince Leo asserts, “I don’t drink coffee on a daily basis, but I do respect the culture. Over here, it’s more than coffee. It’s social. It’s a vibe. We can use that to bring more awareness to what’s happening right now.”

The idea of spending time behind the espresso machine riles up the conversation as the group sips on cappuccinos and gazes at the baristas working. Wantu says, “Being a barista, you get to meet and connect with a lot of different people. And the idea of having coffee meet-ups to have a space for these connections could make a change.”

In a city where coffee is woven into the fabric of society, the amount of influence the coffee community has is immense. The community can take a stand for its fellow Australians and help change the narrative hurting Sudanese communities. If diversity is truly something we should champion and celebrate instead, standing by silently while certain groups of people are demonized is a step in the wrong direction.

Very recently, Victoria voted to re-elect Labor Party leader Daniel Andrews to office in the state elections. Similar to the American Democratic party, Victorians rejected “a campaign based on fear and division“ in overwhelming numbers. If this is truly the case, there’s no better time for the people of Victoria to band together and slow the ripple effects of this year’s political and media storm.

As Melbourne-based lawyer, activist, and Sudanese-Australian Nyadol Nyuon put it in the Saturday Paper:

“When the voting is done, and political careers are secured or lost, when the journalists put down their ‘pens’ and head to their families or bed, and when the publishers are onto the next story, the resultant scars from this episode of moral panic will still be carved into our lives. And they will still be there, weakening the ties that bind us into a shared identity as Victorians.”

Perhaps these ties can be strengthened again, if at the very least, over a cup of coffee.

Michelle Johnson (@thechocbarista) is the publisher of The Chocolate Barista. Read more Michelle Johnson on Sprudge.

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In Melbourne, Debunking The African Gang “Crisis” Over Coffee

But in Melbourne—a city globally known and highly revered for its cafe culture—there rings a silence toward mobilizing for this cause in the coffee scene.

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This is where coffee can come in.

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As Melbourne-based lawyer, activist, and Sudanese-Australian Nyadol Nyuon put it in the Saturday Paper:

Perhaps these ties can be strengthened again, if at the very least, over a cup of coffee.

Michelle Johnson (@thechocbarista) is the publisher of The Chocolate Barista. Read more Michelle Johnson on Sprudge.

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mrwilliamcharley · 5 years

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In Melbourne, Debunking The African Gang “Crisis” Over Coffee

But in Melbourne—a city globally known and highly revered for its cafe culture—there rings a silence toward mobilizing for this cause in the coffee scene.

i.O.G.

Wantu Tha One

This is where coffee can come in.

Prince Leo

As Melbourne-based lawyer, activist, and Sudanese-Australian Nyadol Nyuon put it in the Saturday Paper:

Perhaps these ties can be strengthened again, if at the very least, over a cup of coffee.

Michelle Johnson (@thechocbarista) is the publisher of The Chocolate Barista. Read more Michelle Johnson on Sprudge.

The post In Melbourne, Debunking The African Gang “Crisis” Over Coffee appeared first on Sprudge.

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jamil-kharrazi-blog · 6 years

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Japan’s Aid to Afghanistan

During a time when Afghanistan is rife with conflict between the Taliban, ISIS, and the government, when civilians are speaking and protesting for their rights and liberties, Japan is providing aid to make this war-torn country a better place.

Since the Afghanistan War started in 2001, Japan has supported Afghanistan not in military actions, but in rebuilding their country from the destruction.

[caption id="attachment_75" align="aligncenter" width="416"] Sima Joyenda[/caption]

Human rights have been a hot-button issue in Afghanistan.

Advancements in women’s rights are underway, but face many challenges. Females can become public officials, for example, however they face much scrutiny. Sima Joyenda, a governor of Afghanistan, was forced out of office in 2015 after facing death threats (Human Rights Watch).

Despite the hostility of the public, the government reappointed Joyenda as deputy governor of the Kabul province. The government is making a tangible effort in appointing female leaders, but face issues from civilian resistance.

Nonetheless, it is important for the government to support female empowerment and normalize gender equality.

Along with human rights issues, President Ashraf Ghani of Afghanistan is in a tough position politically. With the Taliban increasing attacks, Ghani must increase security forces to protect his country.

His circle of political consultants has grown smaller (New York Times), problematic especially during a time when the vice president is facing criminal charges. When facing opposition from all around, it is very difficult for a leader to know who he can trust. Afghanistan persists.

Japan has agreed to give Afghanistan $10 million in aid. This money will go towards a variety of organizations aiming to improve the social and economic condition of Afghanistan (Tolo News).

In the past fifteen years, Japan has provided even more monetary aid with $6.4 billion donated “in areas of disarmament, demobilization, and reintegration, reconstruction, building roads and buildings, strengthening agriculture and irrigation, education, health, repairing and preservation of historic heritage” (Pajhwok Afghan News).

1.4 million will go towards refugee “reintegration” and “repatriation” through The Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (Tolo News).

These refugees will voluntarily enter the program, reintroducing them to their home country and allowing communities to become whole again. Furthermore, $3.1 million will go towards humanitarian aid and hunger relief throughout Afghanistan (Tolo News). The World Food Program provides vital assistance in feeding the malnourished and ensuring the country is healthy and prosperous.

In addition, Children who have been displaced or affected by the conflict within Afghanistan, as well as those affected by natural disasters, need as much help and support as they can get. The United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF) will receive $761,900 to help the nation’s children (Tolo News). The future of Afghanistan, and arguably the future of the world, relies on our future generations. When these children receive the help they need to escape violence, allowing them to thrive and become ambassadors for peace, Afghanistan will see a bright and fruitful future.

About 15,000 Afghans have returned from Iran and require assistance to integrate back into society. The International Organization for Migration will receive $3.1 million to help these undocumented migrants (Tolo News). Humanitarian efforts are incredibly important to allow for a smooth transition back into the country, and this money allows for their new life to be fruitful and full of possibilities.

[caption id="attachment_77" align="alignnone" width="663"] Women wait at the World Food Program distribution center in Herat, Afghanistan[/caption]

Japan also gave $2 million to The United Nations Mine Action Service to allow for land mines to be cleared from the nation’s land (Tolo News). With this, civilians will be able to freely walk their country without fear. When land mines are present, people are afraid of every step they take. This funding will allow for the Afghan people to be unafraid and enjoy their beautiful land.

Japan has given this aid as an ongoing testament of trust and belief in the future of Afghanistan. The country’s future is promising, and they are making the most of a dark time stricken in war and pain. The people are good people, with promising futures and lives full of intention and purpose. To reach this purpose, it is important to live without fear. Many are fearful of hunger, of war, and of loss. However, when these fears subside, they make room for true growth. Afghanistan has what they need to grow into a truly fruitful country with happy and healthy citizens.

#Afghanistan #Jamil Kharrazi #Japan #women

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The Last Jedi Dichotomy

A week ago I watched the much anticipated premier of Star Wars “The Last Jedi” in theaters with my twelve year old son and brother-in-law–three generations watching a saga that spans 4 decades, each with his own ideas, take away and preconceived notions.

I can not speak for them yet as an ardent fan who grew up with the original films during the revolution and war-stricken country of Iran during the late 70’s and early 80’s I was torn when I walked out of the theater.

The 10 year old in me who got his hands on an old Time magazine (illegally brought to Iran) and cherished the full color photos or Luke Skywalker wielding his lightsaber on Jabba’s barge, X wings taking on the Death Star and the ultimate face off with Vader with the Emperor watching, gleefully reveling the conflict. That boy marveled at the mythology and the mystique where good and evil were more defined….. following a Joseph Campbellian hero’s journey. He saw a different film than the forty-something me.

If you have not seen the film then I advise that you do not read on as I reveal some details about the film that may spoil the mystery.

The ten year old in the body of the-forty-something-me, the boy-me’s take:

The boy-me was familiar with the defined premises of the previous films where evil was front and center. The dark lord is master and the apprentice follows his teachings and does not deviate. The formula was set in the original films, prequels, Rogue One and Force Awakens. Snoke was defined as the ultimate rise in evil. He begged to be further defined, at least where he come from— putting to rest the speculations and theories from the time following the Return of the Jedi. He was disposed of despite showing his incredible power far exceeding Palpatine leaving the boy-me wondering what was the purpose of him anyways?

The boy-me was forced to ask, Is today’s audience so impatient that character development is a waste of their time? Is this a millennial-trait jetting by the boy-me from the 80’s who loved the mystery wrapped in an enigma?

The lightsaber battles during the “red room”scene left the boy-me in awe and rekindled the fire that drove the ultimate battle between good and evil…. yet with a twist. A moment of redemption for the film…. just a moment and after that it went downhill for the ten year old me.

First, Leia was blown into space yet she managed to display a power (a use of force) that defied physics and biology. Even for a fantasy space saga film it was a stretch. The boy-me lost all credibility from that point on. He just could not get past that. Deification of Leia was a nice move as an homage to Carrie Fisher but what did it add to the storyline? It was a display of the force by Leia, I get that. Maybe we will find out in the last film…. but how, especially without Carrie?

Secondly, Luke, the quintessential hero was found moping and complaining on the island just like he did as a young man on the moisture farm on Tatooine. Did his journey make him circle back, ironically, this time to being a bitter, frustrated old man waiting to die in seclusion? Following a hero’s journey, it seemed regressive where Johnson, reduced him to an ashamed, pathetic man who blamed himself for the problems in the universe…. running away, avoiding the challenge. This was antithetical to the Luke who faced the Emperor. A possible explanation is that when we get old we lose that fire. He does redeem himself after a light (out of character) exchange with Yoda and then returns via an astral projection to take on Kylo and his more robust, jacked-up, AT-AT’s on a red Salt Hoth-like planet in Matrix-esque fashion. An uneven handling of a hero at best. Johnson wanted to tear him down and then build him up but it was hurried and felt like a kid playing yo-yo with Luke. Frankly, Luke deserved a better arc from my boy-me’s point of view. I faced some of the most difficult times in my life and I drew strength from Luke who made mistakes, redeemed himself yet did not spiral down in self-pity. Perhaps Luke would have learned that after so many years but no, Johnson felt that his vision of Luke was a different one. After all, it was his project and he did have full creative control.

The tangential story line following the adventure of Finn and Rose served no strategic purpose beyond bringing attention to the control of the first order (Empire) and the rebels in the hands of Arms dealers. It also was a seedling of a half-baked romance—again, hurried and heavy-handed—a far cry from the tension felt in the original films between Luke, Leia and Han Solo. It was a break from the intense interplay between Rey and Kylo Ren, more worthy of exploring, that paved the way for many more spin-off stories for future films.

It seemed that Johnson was trying to keep everyone happy: Disney, Young fans, old fans and of course his own vision. In that, he could not keep everyone happy–nor did he want to.

The forty-something-me’s take:

In my constant strive to be open-minded and creative, as a cartoonist and an author, I look at symbols and icons that are solid and accepted pillars in literature and popular culture and find ways to either enhance or deconstruct them. It is fun to create a new myth from the rubble of a previously constructed idol.

Following this premise, I loved many elements in The Last Jedi ranging from handling the hero/heroine, infallibility of legends, interweave of politics and human rights, gender roles, the grey areas between good and evil, the frailty and triumph of humanity in face of failure and questioning necessity of redemption.

I know that there is so much to unpack yet it is worth noting that these are my opinions that stem from years of study (mythology, psychology) and life experience (living in a theocratic society, emigrating) and they vary from someone from a different background and time.

I have to give Rian Johnson credit for deconstructing the hero’s journey shortening the cycle for Rey while weaving Luke’s own journey of rediscovery simultaneously. Rey takes the reign after discovering that Luke is not master she had hoped for, initially, leaving her no choice but to dive into the cave by her choice. A departure from the role of master and apprentice, when she has to emotionally jolt Luke to wake up from his self-imposed guilt and be useful again. It is difficult to pull that off while injecting contemporary humor. He did well bringing a blast from the past with Yoda.

Speaking of Yoda and legends. I found setting the books and teachings of the Jedi ablaze absolutely refreshing. I love tearing idols down and bluntly emphasizing that the old ideas/religions do not serve the masses anymore. They need to be reduced to ashes so a new path is created. And, it can not be created from a book, or a master’s experience. It is created in the process. Here, Johnson eviscerates the Jedi and Sith constructs (literally splitting Snoke and then the lightsaber in half).

The final scene literally takes the broom to the most iconic weapon of Star Wars.

I was figuratively split on this idea. Disliked and liked it at the same time, cognitive dissonance-stricken.

Digging deeper, the emphasis on failure as a lesson toward usefulness is very encouraging. Luke, the master, is depicted hitting rock bottom in a deluge of shame and guilt while he receives a literal knock to the noggin to get that point whereas Rey and the younger generation thrive on that life hack—essentially shortening the learning curve. In today’s world where production and perfection is expected for success it serves as a reminder that humanity and ingenuity are born from failure and imperfection with a healthy serving of persistence, Rey is the champion of that virtue.

I thoroughly enjoyed the political and human rights undertones in Finn and Rose’s mini adventure at the casino where they tear apart the underbelly of greedy arms dealers feeding both political powers in the universe exposing the hypocrisy of seemingly righteous while children and “work horses” are exploited for profit. And we wonder why the downtrodden and disgruntled rise, resist and revolt in our world. If that was Johnson’s point, it was very well made. It did not bode well with some who politically in the current climate did not accept the premise.

I found Rose’s insights on the light speed tracking particularly important. It was finally a female technician (seemingly low on the totem pole) who puts the pieces of the puzzle together while Finn seems to overshadow her yet she pops up again to assert herself! Also, admiral Holdo sacrificing herself to save a few remaining rebels and Leia, showing that leadership, restraint, courage and selflessness are not exclusively male badges. Both wins for gender equity and rights.

Johnson navigates good and evil in the red zone where it is not light or dark, black or white. There is color there and it’s bright, where it is—dare I say—actually tolerable to possess both and grapple with that dichotomy. One can not always be an ascetic Jedi monk and expect to survive and navigate the world just as one can not expect to be a genocidal Sith dictator while carrying on life as usual without facing resistance. Rey and Kylo Ren’s relationship exploring this theme is palpable throughout the film and beautifully illustrates this. The older me wished there was more of that and less side stories like Poe Dameron’s gun slinging killing so many rebels so he could just take down a dreadnought.

Finally, despite the boy-me’s strong dislike of the way Luke’s arc was handled, the 40-something-me loved the redemption and the send off Luke delivered, especially the moment between brother and sister. Johnson handled that beautifully enough that I was willing to overlook the astral projection fight scene with Kylo, shoulder brush, smirk and the “kid” comment culminating to the final Lotus-position fade away.

So, can the traditionalist boy-me and the progressive older-me reconcile this dichotomy? I admit that I felt, as a good friend of mine said, “left my land cruiser on the seat when I left the theater.” As harsh as it may sound, the ten-year-old me partially died in the theater yet the forty-something-me was excited by the themes and ideas that resonate with the world today. I would characterize the film as an Anti Myth and it served its purpose very very well.

I suppose it is time to embrace the wonder of a new legend that idols are fallible and just about any idea can be challenged, deconstructed, toppled, recreated and mythified to the time we live in where being in the red is preferred over siding with the light or the dark.

Peace and may the Force be with you all,

Kaveh Adel

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