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braemjeorn · 4 months

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some scrambled thoughts post moving (2023)

i might need to watch the series again to catch some details so excuse me if I'm confused about the obvious. but spoiler alert, to those who haven't watched it.

me when the temporary teacher got stabbed: (blinks)... i mean I don't like you, not that I want you to die either. oh well.

so what was bang kisoo looking for loitering in the school like that? his files to better his report? the files of the ones with powers to verify things? maybe han byul's memory card too? to observe what had happened in the gym? to pick up a fight with kanghoon? man i lost somethings really...

...so kisso wasn't the one to sabotage that jumpboard?

it was that temp teacher/agent?

anyway what is wrong with that tempt teacher honestly - did he sabotage kisoo's ankle just to find out if he has power or just out of sheer distaste like...?

gosh i hate him now, but he died! we'd never know his motives!

(the way this drama have 20 ep but i still have questions)

(it's the flashbacks. too many flashbacks when we could've gotten new scenes. i always hate this abt kdramas)

on the good side, kisoo going soft and protective with han byul when he realized the NK agents aren't here to play

that was a really short and sudden ship but o ma gosh the potential

hyewon too deserved more screen time - like suddenly moving schools too?

like honestly a bummer that they're graduating college - bongseok, huisoo, hyewon, han byul, ganghoon and kisoo would have been such a good friend group (or pairing, if you want it that way. the potential is there, honestly)

anyway about kanghoon - takes-his-duty-seriously class president kanghoon

wanna see him working as an agent/civil servant in the NIS

working under that seagull guy? *rubs hand excitedly* is gonn be fun honestly, man we need a SEQUEL we really do!! the next gen of supers is gonn wreck some stuff, i can feel it!

i came to this show to see mihyun and doosik but ended up being such a fan of guryongpo

mr ryu was the topmost actor in the wikipedia page so i was like, oh he's the main main guy turns out!

he came to any scene and i was like "guryongpo! he's alive! huisoo appa! 희수 아빠 멋있다! 희수 아빠 화이팅!!"

best man, best partner, best husbando, best dad

i thought frank rolling over him with that truck again and again was bad but then he had 200 gang members breaking his bones with their cars like... you've been through a lot sir.

episodes abt his and jaehee's married life was either the cutest or the most heartbreaking like staph, my heart cannot heal itself

unconventional couples are the cutest i swear by it

huisoo >< jaehee: helps lost adult men on the roadsides

juwon >< jaeman: protective dads

on a more depressing note, that useless jo principal might have orchestrated jaehee's accident.

maybe just to see if huisoo has powers. the wife dies as consequence? not my problem, i'm just gonna wait in this car.

his death seemed excruciating. well deserved, i might say.

and Frank still didn't die either lol not even fire stops him

curious as to what he's gonna do next 0.0

(crack suggestion: he can work at the chicken shop and they can rename the shop as immortal chickens)

(i don't know how huisoo got yongdeuk to work at the shop but if she can persuade her dad to take in a defector, she can persuade him to take in an assassin that once wanted to kills him)

(that's jaehee's passion running through her)

is elias gonna be worse or what? also a korean native?...gotta see that episode again to look at the boys

another thing i feel robbed off: reunions.

moonsan and guryongpo needs to meet up I NEED TO SEE IT

code names?? f- that, name's kim doosik. you're my hyung now, let's work well together.

THEY WERE PARTNERS FOLKS, PARTNERS. DOOSIK LEFT JUWON HIS KNIFE GAH

THE KIMS AND THE JANGS NEED TO EAT DONKASS AND CHIKIN TOGETHER!!!

(imagine the conversation abt huisoo and bongseok relationship will go abt lol)

(JW: sunbae, i respect you a lot, i'm glad you're back, but that's my only daughter-- DS: hyung, i just got to know my son again this year-- MH (towards the kids): i knew it, you two are just the sweetest!)

you know, for someone who doesn't know if her husband is alive or dead for 13-14 year but constantly waits for his return by leaving hints, mihyun is very composed at seeing dusik just landing on her rooftop

i don't know if i should credit that to her training as a black agent or toughened up by being a single mum for that long

but she didn't even react at seeing jang juwon at the teacher's office although it's been like, 24 years and suddenly you're here coz your kid's in the same school as mine? coincidence? I think not! this institution is more slippery than fish!

mihyun's really cool like, she's still that sharp and quick even after doing office jobs, farming, single-parenting and managing a restaurant. what a role model. you really don't forget your training huh?

Yellow Man Bongseok - Bunggaeman being his inspiration is just--

oh i also really liked how that NK agent pulled the trigger like you wanna look inside my loose sleves. wepl, surprise bish! the mechanics and how it's shot is just *chef's kiss*

you know for some scenes that we were robbed off, it's a lovely drama

i like action movies a decent amount, and this hits the spot. korean style,especially.

really really REALLY looking forward to that sequel now, gosh just give it to me.

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iliiuan · 9 months

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I'm going to make a running list of things that make little to no sense in A Memory of Light. Things that unleash fury in my heart.

So far, I've got:

The Dragon's Peace

No really. This treaty is such nonsense I can't even articulate fully how bad it is. Add on top that Rand saved two thrones for his girlfriend and then turns around and says "No one get greedy now! Only one country per ruler!" Just gross.

Elayne running the Last Battle

Excuse me, what? She has zero experience. Again with the favoring your girlfriend nonsense. (From a character standpoint, she does make sense, being the skilled diplomat. But she's presented as war leader, which is not really her skill.) Anyways, it should have been Mat, obviously, but Sanderson couldn't manage that one simple plot point.

Ok, now she's in the Braem Wood being a pest because she can't believe the capabilities of the Two Rivers archers. WHY IS SHE EVEN THERE? She should be at the central command post, not running sorties on one of the battle fronts. What a complete disregard for chain of command.

Everyone deciding that Caemlyn absolutely must be rescued

I... don't get it. It's lost. It's far south, providing a magnificent distraction to the Shadow. Set up a kill net around the city, like whatever Rand had used on the Waygate in Shadar Logoth. Trollocs leave the city, trollocs get dead.

Perrin saying that there's no way to destroy the Waygate

Um, excuse me, were you not paying attention AT ALL to Loial's lectures? You remove both Avendesora leaves. Like what is even going on here.

Rhuarc and Amys insisting that the Aiel can do whatever the fuck they want at Shayol Ghul.

They just signed the Dragon's Peace and agreed that Elayne would lead. There is no way under ji'e'toh that they would immediately ignore their pledge.

Not inviting Seanchan and Shara to the party

Yes, I'm still bitter that not a single Aes Sedai thought to go check on Shara.

Also, Tuon definitely should have been there. My need for thoroughness and consistency demands it.

The numbers don't seem right

I haven't done the math, but there seem to be too many trollocs (where was there space for so many? And what did they eat?) and too many armies of the Dark, with a very small showing of forces for the Light. And then the small matter of so many channelers being turned. Like, I get that it would be a difficult war to win, but the numbers seem really skewed to me.

The Horn of Valere

Rand really didn't put together that Mat wasn't bound any longer? (Maybe not, ok ok, but still seems like he would have pondered it more.) Egwene really went to the Field of Merrilor to prepare for The Last Battle and didn't bother to bring the Horn of Valere with her? What level of unprepared bullshit is going on over here?

The Ogier

The world doesn't have enough food, so the most important thing the ogier can do is... fight? NO. Sure, send the warriors out, but have the rest sing food to life. I just. What a waste. (And a rather large lack of creativity.)

Pevara and Androl

An Aes Sedai (you know, the women who perfected the art of not responding to emotion) who's been alive over a hundred years (so she's definitely practiced) and is in the Red Ajah (you know, the Ajah that oddly doesn't have Warders), in a moment of panic, bonds a man who can channel.

I also was annoyed on my first read by having these randos all of a sudden occupying a rather large portion of the pov. After 14 books with a rather breathtaking cast, why are we exploring new people? I don't get it.

Cannon Misuse

They lined 100 cannons in four ranks across a road. That's 25 cannons across. That many cannons *might* fit across the monstrous 14 lane freeway behind my neighborhood. Maybe. That's *way* too many cannons for a forest road to nowhere.

Perrin Hesitating

You know, we finally have Rand being rational about female combatants, and now Perrin is hesitating over a fucking Forsaken? He didn't hesitate over the Shaido, so I'm calling bullshit. He would have taken Hessalam out immediately. Moonhunter maybe not, because he didn't put together who she was until it was obvious she was helping him. But going after Heartseeker is like starting a hunt, and my boy would NOT squirm just because she's a woman.

Dreamwalkers Abandon the Dream

The Aiel Wise Ones, for all their bluster, turn out to be neither particularly wise, nor particularly brave. "Ooh, the Dream is so scary now! We better stay away!" Meanwhile, the Forsaken continue to roam. Did they ever even consider hunting their enemy? Did they even notice the purple domes? Do they care at all about anything beyond the end of their noses?

And Egwene isn't any better. Instead of being on a battlefield pretending to be a warrior, she should have been in the Dream, hunting with Perrin.

The whole thing was really disappointing.

Gareth Bryne

How, exactly, is Graendal able to compel Gareth when he's Siuan's Warder and they're always together? She should have been noticed and rebuffed.

Plot Lag

Yes, it's a problem through the entire series, but The Last *Battle* ended up being a book and a half political mess plus lots of blood and gore. The whole Black Tower debacle? Should have been resolved already. Perrin hunting Slayer? Should have been resolved early, so that he's leading the Hunt as Rand *enters* Shayol Ghul. Mat getting fitted with Seanchan attire? Should have happened instead of sitting in Caemlyn for a month, because there's no way that letter doesn't just fall open after a few days, bellowing smoke and yelling that trollocs are about to invade.

Moiraine

She is constantly expressing emotions. This is not my Moiraine. What alien did the Finn return to us?

She's also back to giving really bad advice. I thought she had grown out of that? Le sigh

Story Imbalance

I sincerely thought that the war part would be maybe a third of the book, and then we'd get into the aftermath. I guess I was naive.

The Last Battle

Who the fuck approved a chapter over 150 pages long? WHO? Absolute insanity.

#wheel of time #wot spoilers #a memory of light spoilers

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rfhusnik · 9 months

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Butterfly Beautiful Part Three

Written By: Anonymous

I’ve been a follower of this forum for some time now. And I’m also a resident of my city’s so-called “artistic enclave.” And, I’ve heard that until now, no one from our group of artistically minded individuals has ever been featured in this literary spot.

But some time ago, upon my encounter with a butterfly, I submitted my impressions of that confrontation to our city’s mayor George Jennifer. He said “Finally I have something worthy of print from our group of local artists (artists referring to all types of creative individuals of course, not just writers). Yet, then the mayor later informed me that he felt it would be desirable to have someone named Orlon Braem compose an answer to my initial “Butterfly Beautiful Part One;” and he named Orlon’s subsequent piece “Butterfly Beautiful Part Two.” And now, here we have a Part Three, written by me, the original anonymous Butterfly author; and offered as a retort to Part Two’s answer to my Part One – if I haven’t confused you by now. And, hopefully the symbolism Orlon Braem asked me to supply in a Part Three, has been supplied here.

Anyway, I am somewhat honored to be the enclave’s first writer in this posting. But, when I wrote what became the original Butterfly Beautiful, I had no knowledge or desire that it would become a three part disclosure. And now I’m hoping that Part Three will be its final part. Nevertheless, I’ve remained anonymous to everyone concerned with this writing, except for my city’s mayor George Jennifer and those unknown entities who must grant approval to all submissions posted in this forum.

But, my desire to write this today has been bolstered by another recent encounter with the beautiful butterfly. I saw it as I was walking by the property owned by Orlon Braem. I was curious to know more about Mr. Braem, and thus went investigating (or perhaps snooping is a better word) near his north side home. And, as I was walking there, I saw the butterfly perch itself upon the right arm of a scarecrow someone had apparently placed on Orlon’s back lawn. “Why have you settled upon an arm of Orlon’s scarecrow?” I asked.

“Orlon doesn’t know yet that this scarecrow is here. It’s still morning, and he hasn’t looked out upon his back lawn so far today. But, I’m sure when he sees this strawman he’ll come out of his house and remove it from his property. Oh, and yes, odds are he’ll also disassemble it.”

“Who put it there?” I asked.

“Well, do you remember that in Part Two of this discussion, Orlon challenged you to write a Part Three which would discuss the symbolism generated by mere speculations concerning my relevancy and, even perhaps my realness?”

“Yes, I recall that” I answered.

“Proceed then” said the butterfly. “If you believe strongly in the power of written words, then you must know what they’re capable of. Yes, I’d wager they might place a scarecrow on someone’s lawn, were that someone a someone who had recently referenced how certain people are currently using them to report matters of mental impressions.”

“And the irony is that mental impressions can’t be achieved by a scarecrow. After all, he has straw for a brain” I replied.

“You’re on the right track now” answered the butterfly. “Perhaps you’ll still manage to discover some worthwhile philosophies of living from this rather confused telling of what some say they saw and thought because of me.” And then the beautiful butterfly flew away.

But that butterfly’s words have stimulated my desire to achieve clarity from out of miscellaneous musings about, and sightings of that insect for whom flight is a possibility. And today I’ll dedicate that clarity to someone who apparently has less and less of it on each passing day. He’s good at criticizing others. And he has a very high opinion of himself, although he’s become a topic of controversy.

Nevertheless, no matter what anyone may think of me as an anonymous writer, or what mankind as a whole may feel about that world leader whose cognitive skills seem to be declining daily, I’ll continue onward with my fight against stupidity, confusion, and all forms of radicalism. That’s my lot in life I guess, although I’ve always felt I was a well-meaning man caught within the barriers of passing seasons. And, as those seasons passed, I was always left to wonder what punishment should be assessed for lives taken, as well as lives wasted. And it often appeared as though the penalty should be sunny days dead eyes would never see. Yet, then again, sometimes it seemed ample retribution could be achieved through merely forcing the “bad guys” and “bad gals” to live from moment to moment, blindly unaware of what the purposes of their lives might be. Still, after such consideration, I often felt that many lives were lived thus involuntarily. After all, the minds that guided them afforded them no other alternative.

But perhaps we too often emphasize the abstract. And maybe the time has come for us to admit we can do nothing else righteously but attempt to exist satisfactorily amongst various objects, plants, animals, and, yes, other human beings. But what does the word satisfactorily really mean in relation to human life? Does it own and connote matters only temporal, or is it perceived as it no doubt should be, as referencing the eternal life we’ll all someday certainly possess, though some shall claim it in glory amongst Spiritual Masters, while others shall suffer within it, forever in the grasp of Lucifer, his apostles, and never ending damnation?

And the truth of the last paragraph reminds me that while some of us are story tellers, all of us are reality experiencers. But God it’s such a fast paced world today! And I’m living within it, always it seems, with little planning. I’m existing only, I believe, to help consummate the passage of time. And sometimes I cling to a meager outline of life. Yet, other times the intelligent thoughts of others provide me agendas to emulate.

But if it’s true that my ultimate dedication is to nothing more than time’s passage, at least I can say that I often notice how a harmonious present is becoming a verifiable past. And, when that realization occurs to me, then I feel rejuvenated; yet, my ever present observation is that as mortals we always struggle, often feeling barren not only in our bodies, but in our souls as well. Nevertheless, who can rightfully tell me that often, during our earthly existences, we don’t unknowingly hold the truths of life in our hands? And who’ll admit that almost always, as referenced earlier in this piece, we’ve sought the peaceful transference of each just elapsed second into the books of history? And give us credit now! We’ve tried to keep those whom we’ve been the shepherds of safe in all courts and bedrooms!

And if ever we’ve found ourselves in need of past affection, we’ve reached behind our bodies and seized bygone goodness. Yet, while doing so we’ve been cautious not to touch unbelievers, questioners, or status reproducers, for they are the liars who tell innocents that only they have the keys to unlock previously unlocked doors; and that only they know of whence necessity actually emerges.

Beautiful butterfly you’ve solidified the sun beams of the past and present! And your eyes scan millenniums. But as an arbiter of both lawful and unlawful discussions concerning correct living, you separate truths from falsehoods, and then render your verdicts back to Caesar, and far beyond him!

Oh what piercing eyes see great wealth, poverty, peace, war, feasting, starvation, peacemakers, warmongers, success, failure, mediocrity, attempts to establish order, order, newness, old ways, chaos, kings, peasants, nobles, factory workers, management types, minorities, majorities, religions, philosophies, ways to live, blasphemers, hatred, and that word that many wish wouldn’t be spoken here. Yes, love’s a word now rendered questionable for us to mention. Oh, I know it will remain a much used word, and probably a much misunderstood word. And it’s the word that describes what all of mankind needs more of.

But nowadays it seems society wishes to coddle its worst lawbreakers. And it apparently needs to sympathize with current mass murderers. And, it allows perpetrators of vicious crimes from long ago to be paroled. But then again, I guess all they really did was kill some rich people one night, and some middle class people the next night. And, didn’t they write some words on the walls with the victim’s blood?

But you know, I'd better end this piece soon. I’m looking outside now. It seems calm out there. Oh, but on my mind just now are the man and woman I saw on the news last night. I guess they murdered (or had someone else murder for them) a young boy and girl some years ago. They said they did it for religious reasons. But now I’m thinking about a call I got from a friend of mine last night. He said his girlfriend had called him the night before, and told him they must break up because she has a new guy now, and he loves her more than he.

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braemjeorn · 2 years

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NCT and their dæmons

or just braem getting soft at their pictures on pinterest (credit that app for the pictures).

based on 'his dark materials' by phillip pullman. somewhat based on their emoji or their general impression, so not exactly soul accurate or to be taken seriously. it's for fun anyway. enjoy!!

taeil - robin bird

–coz this hyungs has a mischievous streak we been know

–them inquisitive, innocent beady eyes

–but very sweet so he's a real/fake maknae

–chirps and flutters when taeil does aegyo (while the neos loose their minds)

–rests on top of his head, or his shoulder

–or doze in his pocket when taeil gotta record them high notes

johnny - bernese mountain dog

–big, tall and intimidating

–but then it smiles and wags it's tongue and it's just the fluffiest giant

–easy going (nonechalant. ignorant🤣) of other dæmons' chaos, like john

–would lower its front before another dæmon playful stance when Johnny's in a teasing mood to the others

–can u imagine this big fluff jogging beside Youngho when he's out walking in New York or the red carpet

–barks and runs about for hours when they're back in Chicago

taeyong - ragdoll cat

–elegance, grace, and beauty. fitting for a leader

–but then the boba eyes get big and that's bubu for you

–grooms or head bumps the younger members' daemon when taeyong's babying them

–bumps taeyong's chin whether in an adoring or protective mood

–oh, she'd hiss and claw when tae's threathened. talking to the company does that.

–lovingly stares at tae's fishies

yuta - red fox

–as aloof as yuta's tsudereness

–but would let jisung's daemon sits on her head during nct world, and nuzzled mark's even though it's bigger than her

–graceful, lithe, and sleek, uet somewhat clumsy and brash

–BTW HAVE YOU SEEN FOX RUNNING n laughing? definitely yuta in his wild moments

–like when yuta's about to spill that tea (or lie💀😭)

–or after making a teasing remark to the members

kun - red panda

–another cute leader

–curls on his lap or watches the monitor when kun's making tracks

–tail circled around kun's neck when they walk out and it's cold

–or tips off his hats and beanies to hold on his head. (kun's hair got exposed one time, and after that pre-comeback livestreams are a struggle. not that kun would stop)

–sits on the corner of the counter when kun cooks

–shares a stare when the wayv kids frustrates them

doyoung - korean hare

–korean hares are hard to find on pinterest

–but they fluffier than the gangly brown hare so still on the do-bunny agenda?

–because he's sweet and all but man is stern with an agenda

–thumps her foot when doy's frustrated with the neos

–hops around doy's feet when he's cooking

–rises earlier to paw and snuffle him awake on his cheek

ten - siamese cat

–I was thinking of something else but this suits him

–pretty and loving and sweet, like ten's honey skin

–bit mischievous too, in a way

–stretchy, and her paws would just push on ten's chin

–circles about his leg when they're nervous

–likes to climb up his shoulder and settle their face side by side when ten's talking to people

–touching noses when they sleep

jaehyun - snow leopard

–i don't know, Lord Asriel's air inspired me here

–how the jaehyun prince agenda intensifies between the fans when she settled by late smrookies era

–but our yoonoh's a goofball so his daemon definitely carries her tail in her mouth at occasions

–jae shows her album covers when they're shopping in the music store

–rests her head on his lap when they're bored. and jae would laugh.

winwin - greater bird-of-paradise

–that rare pair of same gendered dæmon and human

–gets eyes turned wherever sicheng goes—they're a glorious, impeccable pair

–coz birds of paradise are dancers!

–the soft feathers floofs up when sicheng's pleased

–winwin will only give small smiles but the members knew boy's happy

–hops about his shoulder and crows when they're excited

if we get to 100 notes we'll get the other members😆

my navigation, if you want to see more works.

—braemjeorn 2022

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braemjeorn · 4 months

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no but how did min yong jun have so much power?

like was it all because of his government secrets? he knows all the dirt? he doesn't have powers? like i thought he can be invisible when doosik shot everything in his office but then... he's not? and he can have so much control over these people who would've snapped his neck if they want like..? who let him oversee jeongbuwon!!?

#its half past ten #its too late for me #post ep 14 moving #where i cooed over baby ganghoon like it was necessary #no it is a must #anyway back to mr min #he got me fooled pre ep 8 fr #gotta study his character #whats his motivation...#why so insistent on fighting the north...#why such callous cold outlook to his underlings #braem's thoughts #braem's rambling #i mean he did say to guryongpo that he'll tell his dirt to the police unless he comes to his beck and call so...#moving 2023 #moving kdrama #moving disney #also the insistent rebuilding of the agency of supernaturals...#no spoilers folks i've done that to myself

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braemjeorn · 4 months

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i am fervently attached to this scene

(first of all, apologies for the bad audio. my screen-record tools aren't that... yeah.)

I'm bothered that the girls are on the barre with... vinyl loafers(?), but shotaro's confident entrance turning awkward is so endearing. I would giggle if I were among those girls (you know girls would.) honestly what came to my head during this scene is just: school-senior-taro-who-you-think-is-just-cute-and-sweet-at-first-but-the-closer-you-look-the-cooler-he-gets. which could also be the entire progression of me biasing him since his debut for nct 2020. so yes, let this feed into all those high-school aus.

ah, his styling for this scene is so handsome now that I'm looking at the clip again. his little smile at the beginning too, cutie >.<

#braem rambles #braem's rambling #one more content in the archive to giggle and kick our feet on #riize imagines #riize fluff #riize shotaro #osaki shotaro #shotaro #shotaro moodboard #riize headcanons #riize thoughts #love 119 #riize scenarios #riize soft thoughts #riize au #riize aesthetic #kpop christmas #shotaro fluff

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braemjeorn · 1 year

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*bangs door like Rickman's Snape in PoA* since it seems I will be loitering in the fandom for a while...

*pulls down presentation screen* ...i have much to discuss concerning episode 4.

might contain spoilers beyond season one and the 13th (12th?) volume so either sit down and take the popcorns or swipe on.

Well now. I have a few points and questions to present.

First. This.

Why didn’t they include the curse? It's important because I feel like it's the reason for all of the brothers' challenges we see in Bojji's story? (Like darn it, you got one brother back but you lost the other then you lost them all—? Sorry, Aide.)

I've been making up the voice for this line and it came out more feral and deranged. Like Coraline’s Other Mother.

How he grew a moustache so fast!? Did his battle campaign run for so long?

I didn't realise Desha zapped his cape to rags so... the robes did not precisely decay because of time. Ouken's captivity might not have been that long when Miranjo came to picked him up. Or even if ten years have passed, it makes no difference.

I overthink how the first time we saw Meifu's mama she wore purple and in the painting there - ya'll see her necklace!? Do you know who else wears those designs?!

Ha-sama, you mama's boy... (*agressively swipes tears*)

Also you know how to wear a cape, sir. Aaah, it was very it was a very cool scene >A<!!!

Look at the princes growing up.

(This confirms the age gap ‐ Ouken is really their baby, huh?)

Their love and hate relationship has so much story to tell.

That's all I think. But this is already the 4th episode and we've already seen all of the brother's scenes from all of the existing trailers so I don't think we're going to see them anymore...ah, pity. The banners are cool tho...

When I was younger my friends kept up with Naruto and from what I get it was a really long journey. I'm not quite prepared to keep up with such an ominous journey for this manga/anime where the ending is still foggy - what if it turned out like GoT? Half raw just to appease fans?

On another note: if they made this episode as Shakespearean as Hiling hearing and looking for Daida in the throne room (another acc's description, not mine), that's gon be bomb, especially when Ouken revealed his immortality.

#anime.ourank #ousama ranking #ranking of kings #王様ランキング #king desha #prince despa #prince ouken #desha #despa #ouken #braem has so much thoughts #AND HOW OUKENS IMMORTAL THEME SOUNDS SO MUCH LIKE THAT SCENE WHEN ASHITAKA KILLED THE DEMON BOAR GOD AND GOT CURSED BY THAT FLAILLING THING #IM LOOKING AT THEE CREATORS #meifu brothers my beloveds #meifu sankyoudai #meifu brothers #underworld brothers

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braemjeorn · 7 months

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the singular reason for my fixation on this man is because i believe he is the bhaer counterpart to inkyung's jo.

#i'm going to insist you do better at your job so here's some hard material to exercise restraining your emotion #also please be sober when working this news #so you can have some solid foundation for the news #i want you to get better promise you'll get better all right?#HE ONLY CAME OUT IN LIKE THREE EPISODES FOR 5 MINUTES BRAEM PLEASE #i have thoughts on this drama but don't spoil me #i haven't gone farther than ep 7 #not that i think he'll come out later??#imaybe for the jeongran exposition but man i wish!??#this work that is not exactly alcott's lw but also has the elements #i should be grateful that at least they don't do the same scenes four movies had done in the span of 80 years #you know hyorin completes the sister ensemble #right?#btw jang mari who was bestie pyo miseon KKKKKK #little women 2022 #little women kdrama #little women netflix #studio dragon #netflix kdrama #korean drama #nam ji hyun #oh in joo #oh in hye #oh in kyung #작은 아씨들 #little women tvn #jo x friedrich #jo march #friedrich bhaer

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braemjeorn · 7 months

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Okay, Despa's girl just AWESOMENESS ( i would like to read MOORE of your Despa/his lady headcannons, really!!!! I love both of them on your writing), but..what about Ouken/Desha partner? Like " some JuSt SmarTTy, prrretty and nUTs wOoman"? Or the tiny murmuring girl, or cold-metallic godness???? What do yu think?)

anonie, have you any idea what dam ur cracking open😀

if i have to describe the pairs in a phrase it'd be:

desha and honi are the steady parents:

i have this fic and these two posts abt them but i don't think this fic is a presentable work to offer the fandom - it lacks so much, methinks. the fic is the story of how they met maybe sometime in the future after desha's curse is lifted and all. but in essence honi almost doesn't care abt the fact desha's a king of like this great kingdom — her subconscious went, he could use a friendly, normal laugh and she just went with a mild quip and after he didn't zap her into ashes, went to befriend him with snarks and teasing.

desha thought she's one disastrous woman - considering she fell down meifu. but she holds good conversations despite that - she's a comfortable company to joke around and talk about nonsensical things like normal friends - if we ignore the increasing pitter-pat of the hearts over time. ["WHY are you proposing to me, i thought you didn't like me back that much!? ...YOU DO!?" "i do love you, you lively spirited thing."] they have some self-esteem issues and mutual acknowledgement to work out on but it was despa who persuaded desha to just make an offer: its not like there's going to be any other woman approaching you and its not like you want any other. surprisingly despa hot away without being zapped for those words and stood as best man for the wedding.

i say they're the parents because i like to imagine they settle quite well in their marriage, with desha's reservations and honi's domestic investment (considering how dramatic despa and teru got around theirs and how giddy and rosy ouken's love story is). they'd nag(desha) and croon(honi) over the younger brothers, and when the heirs were born they'd sit there on the couch in the evenings, his arms behind her back and her head leaning back on him as they watch their kids play while despa teased ouken. they'd have soft murmured conversations - she'd hold his huge hands, and play with the singular ring there, quite content with the momentary wrap on adventures in exchange for domestic bliss.

despa and teru is water and oil:

well, that's what my aunt, the queen says, their only daughter said. they don't necessarily blend but they make good broth, dont you think?

i haven't more to say about their story beyond that moodboard post, yet. honi caught them snogging among despa's shelves like a year before they asked the king permission to wed - who had his reservations (may have taunted despa) but the two were quite adamant (furiosly blushing as they are advancing their pragmatic basis for marriage - the crown's increased income for married royals and maintaining friendship, duh). it was a relationship where they temper each other but the sparks remained to fuel the marriage for decades. occasionally, they have these ten second moments as a pause in between arguments where they look at each other, either contemplating whether to claw the other like cats or kiss furiously—their daughter noticed these stares the older she gets so she'd slip between them and hook each of their elbows to prevent chaos errupting.

ouken and his lady is the vanilla sweet couple:

@potato-imouto made this perfect oc for ouken named paige and i just really like her. she's bookish and artistic, sweet and gentle and ouken is this, warlord, bloody fighter who'd find a slip to kill a god but has a big heart - the uwuness these two hold.

my headcanon is that he came up to the overworld for some diplomatic mission before his 25th year and they saw each other and mutually thought oh he/she's cute... they got along during the visit and exchanged a few letters until the curse fully overtook ouken. despa sent paige a letter explaining the predicament and she gave no reply in shock - it was rather descriptive.

it took him a few more years to see her again obviously, and he was like its fine if she's already married, i just want to wish her well evenifmyheartisgoingtorotandwither but then he heard from her brother that she's not married yet (adding with narrowed eyes: and i think its your fault.)

he found paige in her parlour and she's in a bit of a daze because oh dear gods, i thought i'd never see you again and she slowly smiled with a pretty blush and ouken's red to the tips of his ears. its so nice to see you again, prince ouken, she said and he gave out a weak likewise and that's how they ended up married a year latter. they're like kit and ella in a way, just kindred, kind souls in love with one another and makes such a sweet couple no one can really be against them. desha and honi were rather surprised and skeptical since the two look like they'd melt at any little kiss or touch from each other but then they got two niece and a nephew from the two and desha like they're fine, surprisingly. i can live out my life well now.

anyway, i like to think honi, teru and paige hollers, shrieks, bends-over-backwards over this shorts because of how plainly true it is.

#ousama ranking #ranking of kings #王様ランキング #meifu sankyoudai #meifu brothers #king desha #desha #prince despa #despa #prince ouken #ouken #canon x oc #oc x canon #braem got asked #ourank #fandom thoughts #next gen meifu is a fond thought in my mind...#not sure about infordumping again tho...

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braemjeorn · 10 months

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a long ourank oc presentation because braem is just a writer at heart and soul.

this is honi.

honi is from my fanfic here. would be glad if you read it. would be so happy if you like it. haven't updated it in a while so below are some spoilers for us all(?)

i know. i can't draw the same face. though #Shook is my favourite.

she has longer hair in earlier designs. but then i gave her short hair and thought, oh she looks cooler. like she could be a really cool mom. that's all you need honestly. like why make your ship lovers when you can get kingdom management done with the spiCE that is legal union!

'scuse me. kept the long hair for her younger-tween looks, anyway - wasn't mentioned why in the fic but let's just say that making it to the underworld was life changing. one way or another. she got a scar on her left cheekbone after her twenties (so yeas, i forgot the middle one im sorry).

here's our man because why not. we crave loose hair desha in this house.

im so bad at drawing crowns.

i was keen on the idea of someone to balance desha's personality out, instead of the complete opposites-attract. coz this here is a brash and unapologetic man who mercilessly cackles and taunts bojji and domas at the first meeting. half the fun will be when someone doesn't really flinch at that. tempers him down a bit or countering and riling him up to make firecrackers is what I want to see.

pink ram-lion babies coz why not

honi was nearly engaged before - somewhat more experienced in the field? but things happened and romantic pursuits were shelved before they met. honi acknowledged that he was a man early on in their meeting, but after making up and a few more formal encounters assured her that he was worth being friends with. worth the days-long flight just for a few weeks of teasing, good mead and mushroom pies.

after the winter breakfast but she's still confused.

figuring out she has feelings was a breakdown on a catastrophic level.

but eh, iss all good.

cuties.

not officially engaged but at least the lightning discharge was minimum.

that's all, i guess. some wish-wash, fluffy, alternate-or-future universe musings.

(but then in the manga the ominous naration was like, desha never returned and the underworld fell into ruin *cue queen elinor toppling chess pieces* (overthinking desha's pre-canon shonen arc and how his power is what made him rank 2nd as well as keep order in the multirace, monstrous underworld). in case reclaiming the throne won't work the option is mountain-nymph!honi or passing-farmer-girl!honi. pick.)

(but also the idea that if the canon queen is the persephone counterpart and was on the overworld for her six months deal when the whole season 1 happened is also great. which makes it hilarious if they met during part 2 coz she'd be like 'what tf happened to you?' and heartbreaking if he doesn't remember her. would be fantastic if she's any sort of queen like hiling and stubbornly gets shit done - might have a crisis that she cant find despa or ouken around, or launch some curses to the judge. but I don't know abt canon-queen. only the writer knows what might happen. as long as it isn't some poor excuse of a girl-failure of a villainess miranjo is, I'll be satisfied.)

sometimes i worry if my art will be considered ai work due to my poor anatomy but i swear it's really just a poor concept of anatomy😭 i have so MUCH to improve on digital painting. lighting, shadowing, composition, their size difference—they say the captain is 265 and desha's around the same height in the artbook. honi's like 180 and she's still so tiny! next to him despite being taller than average.

bonus, somewhat suggestive comic below.

double bonus: i think they both agree that domas is a joke and keeping 2000 km distance with miranjo is a must

#aka look at my portfolio #surprise surprise :D #i love wispy hair that consist of mere lines: a discovery #ousama ranking #ranking of kings #王様ランキング #ousama ranking fanart #fanart #braem makes art?#king desha #desha #braem's honi #ranking of kings fanart #canon x oc #oc art #ibis paint x #i'm still anxious abt putting art out #but yeah there

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rfhusnik · 11 months

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Butterfly Beautiful Part Two

Written By: Orlon Braem

I’m alone here today with my memory of fears, and my realization of what appears. But I’m thankful for all I’ve received in goodness, yet I’m also traumatized by all I’ve known as evil. And to add to my confusion, recently the leader of a supposed free world told mankind that he wished God would save the queen. Well, yes, but doesn’t that phrase usually refer to British monarchs? She’s dead I thought. Oh, maybe he meant we wish her immortal soul will now be saved, after all, royalty and peasants will all be treated the same before the judges of eternity – right?

And God forbid I would ever say I could truthfully know of the peril many have suffered for seemingly accidental reasons. Yet, I do know every mortal must somehow continually advance through all impending time frames. But, I feel somewhat ashamed to admit I don’t exactly know what all that’s been said in this disclosure thus far really means. I only know it’s visited my mind; thus, it must be confronted.

And, for some reason, I’ve been asked to answer the reactions an unknown someone evidently garnered as a result of his or her encounter with a beautiful butterfly. But I don’t know how to do that! I don’t know him or her, and to my remembrance such a fluttering entity has never appeared to me. So, I suppose all I can do now is state my impressions of the apparent impressions captured by the writer of Butterfly Beautiful Part One.

Oh, and here’s a challenge! My suppositions in this piece (Butterfly Beautiful Part Two) will be, I’m thinking, grounded in what I’d term “basic reality.” Yet, I’m also thinking that the truth, or more likely truths concerning the butterfly are possibly esoteric. And therefore, perhaps the unknown writer of Part One of this discourse would like to return in a Part Three to shed more “light” upon the puzzles and uncertainties raised by his or her sighting of a winged insect.

Nonetheless, as I said as I began this piece, my current setting (with setting referring to state of mind) is one of solitary reflection. And I guess it’s one of those times to again ponder if indeed I’ve fulfilled all the failings which years ago I was prognosticated to achieve. But, now I find myself trying to guess someone else’s impressions. Yet today, in my cognizance, I find my own personal experiences to be of more importance to myself than any of those of any other mortal. And it seems that usually when I think back to all the things I’ve seen, heard, and been part of in my city, I become fearful of their past, present, and future ramifications. Still, I know I always did what I believed I needed to do at the time. And, I always tried to ward off self-pity.

But I must admit that a few clichés remain with me constantly, and haunt me constantly; but never more than when I’m called upon to express opinions via the written word. And yes, clichés denigrate modern writing, yet, in my opinion, also usually provide a sort of synthesizing clarity which offers an unquestionable orderliness to modern living. And here are some relevant examples of such trite phrases: The past has passed, we can’t go back in time and change it. Many people, things, and occurrences are gone, but not forgotten. When guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns. What they don’t know, won’t hurt them.

But, despite the apparently inherent lack of focus which seems to underpin this writing, as I’m undertaking it now, I feel free physically, but lost mentally. And at this time the beautiful butterfly has still not visited me here, where today my mind wanders backward. And thus, as I’m sitting here now, I know not of the butterfly or of its story teller. All I know is of this city. And I’ve struggled for a new ordering of lifestyles here. Yes, I’ve struggled for that within this city for many years.

But my overall mood improved recently when I received a phone call from a friend whom I always refer to as “the man from the green city.” And he told me that a number of well known people had recently left the green city to become part of a clique of New York jet setters. And after we discussed that topic for a while, we then spoke about our similar opinions concerning what’s currently happening in our Native American states And we found we’re both fearful that America’s present older generations aren’t protecting their birthrights as they should be. And we shared our concerns that someday their heirs will be left with nothing – the wealth of America having been transferred to so-called refugees. Gosh, I wonder if our ancestors fought those horrific wars just to have their descendants give away their freedoms to people who should remain living to their south? But, my discussion with the man from the green city ended then.

And then I could see that beautiful butterfly! Somehow it entered an imaginary control room, and pushed a button with the word “ACTIVATE” upon it. And then, before me, seeming as real as real could seem, I saw a dance floor full of impeccably dressed ladies and gentlemen! And they were dancing across the floor, holding one another in somewhat (it appeared so to me at least) tight embraces. And it looked to me as though some of the couples were most likely lovers – but, then over an unseen loudspeaker an unknown voice stopped the beautiful waltzing I was seeing before me by saying “Mr. Braem, please deactivate this fantasy, and get down to your real assignment,” So, alright, I’ll try to do so. But I should probably say that my mind seems burdened today. It’s reliving many events beyond believability.

And, oh yes, I’ve lived here now, in this city for between fifty and sixty years. And I’ll never leave here. And I knew a long time ago, as a child, that such would be the case. It’s a difficult concept to explain, yet this city is, I guess, in some respects a prison. And those who must remain here, must stay here to confront all city, county, state, national and world controversies. And no, Christ’s mother has never appeared here, but according to numerous people, both Christ and Lucifer have.

And I always think back to Joseph Same’s account of the time that he and Christ, with all of earthly time stopped, were walking down what had been a busy street in this city. And with all of the traffic stopped, Joe noticed a little girl about to be run over by a car; but before he could go out into the time-stopped street to remove her from her apparently probable death, somehow he first needed to mentally relive many incidents from his past. And I’ll never forget Joe’s soul shattering verbal summation of those events: “Isn’t it strange how memories from years ago come back to haunt one when one finds oneself involved in other situations even more troubling than they?”

But Joe grew up on the south side of the city, while I was born on the north side. We became friends because he spent so much of his youth “hanging about” on the north side. Indeed, he was one of a very few south siders who were welcomed on the north side. And some very wealthy people liked Joe, but that’s another story.

Personally, I and some of my other north side friends used to like to harass some of the most destitute of the south siders. And as an adult today, I’m sorry for those actions, although none of them were really serious, except perhaps for the prank we used to pull against an elderly homeless man who used to sleep in a south side Catholic church whenever he was allowed to. Sometimes, if I and my friends were “cruising about” on the south side, and saw him slowly walking down a street there, we would throw empty beer cans toward him as we drove by.

So, now you know we used to drink beer on the north side, but believe me, no one I knew there ever did it to excess. Nevertheless, that wasn’t the case on the south side. And I’ll not burden you with the numerous examples of how I know that to be true. Drunkenness and drug use were common there. And when I was in my early twenties, I actually had a south side girlfriend who died of an overdose. And, over the years, there were a number of serious car accidents there – on the south side. And crime was a problem there. And there were also a few murders.

But of course there was crime on the north side as well, although a fair portion of it was committed by south siders looking for trouble on our side of the river. So, there was contention between the two sides of the city for many years, but that started to change when someone got the idea or directive to start settling “creative type” individuals along the near north side – very near the river. And to this day no one knows (no one that I know at least) how those people managed to acquire properties along the river, or how they managed to support themselves, or what went (and still goes) on in their area of this city. The streets are open there of course. And sometimes I drive through there. But there’s not much to see or learn there – I guess. The whole area is like an enclave onto itself. Maybe in some respects it resembles a college campus.

And when I think about my city of controversy, with its actually three areas now, I’m reminded of how all the residents of it, no matter the area of it in which they reside, live lives apart from “normalcy,” although most of the time their lives are what most would consider quite normal. Yet, the chance of the most bizarre and unbelievable events occurring here is always a possibility.

Yes, the realities of life in my particular city are on my mind today. And although it may be somewhat of an improbable mental leap, thoughts concerning the differences between the residents of the two sides of that city are now making me wonder why there seems to be an assumption that human beings are to live their daily existences in service to, and in care of one another. And, as I admitted earlier, I’m somewhat confused now. And now I’m praying that the unknown author of Part One of this discourse will first be allowed to, and then will write a Part three for it. I feel I’ve covered the down to Earth aspects of the Butterfly Beautiful phenomenon, and now it’s left to he or she who supposedly either mentally or actually encountered that butterfly to supply the symbolic.

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rfhusnik · 1 year

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Butterfly Beautiful Part One

Written By: George Jennifer, and Anonymous

Part One

Yes, another “obscurity” has reached my office via what’s come to be termed “snail mail.” And I’ve been instructed to see that it sees the light of day. So, I’ll ask my friends to reproduce it as it was written by someone unknown to me. And as I did with the recent piece concerning April, I’ll again ask my friend Orlon Braem to write his response to it in a second part which I’ll then entitle Butterfly Beautiful Part Two. And I can imagine how happy Orlon will be to write Part Two! And, oh yes, to help confuse you, Butterfly Beautiful Part One has a Part One and a Part Two! And I’ve written Part One of Butterfly Beautiful Part One, but only God and its real author know who’s written Part Two.

Part Two

My beautiful butterfly is my Butterfly Beautiful. And he, she or it is on my mind today, along with all such mind wanderings as he, she or it may engender. And, I’m adjudging that some of the matters I’m pondering now will no longer matter in years to come, but some will, and perhaps dreadfully so. Nonetheless, can one simply start over? Maybe the damage done precludes that. Yet, isn’t it the conclusions drawn, and the assumptions made that constitute the relevance of bygone indiscretions and valor? And, of what personal and/or societal importance are points of view no longer pointed toward?

But if you question what I’ve just asked, be cautious. Don’t allow your searches of memories to alter your personality. And, don’t allow them to leave you rueful. That’s my advice, but now I must document some trivialities, as well as some suppositions supposed to have importance.

I’ve heard there are modifiers of both requited and unrequited love. If so, I’ll respect them with both my good and bad attributes. But remember, I’m an inspector as well as a word user. And I usually inspect only the unusual, and then try to communicate it as if it were possibly usual.

And, may heaven help me, that butterfly’s presence usually leads me off into new investigations, summarizations, and then often determinations. Will you who read this ask the winged one if he, she or it’s a real or fictional monarch? And could you also inquire about his, her or its throne? Is it royal or makeshift?

Butterfly, please calm the concerns I have concerning your windblown flights. Can you transport yourself across our entire known Earth? How have you answered my concerns and questions? Oh, your delicacy is buttered flies!

I hate to say this, but when you’ve flown away, I often function more as a dictator than a problem solver. And then I often fail to properly contend with the matters that may then confront me. But at such times I also often dream about you. And in those dreams I see you sanctioning actions which, in your airborne opinions would most likely resolve certain troublesome situations and scenarios, if indeed those actions would be implemented. Still, likewise at those times, besides dreams of you, I also sometimes experience thoughts about the past. And if my thoughts do stray to bygone days and all that occurred during them, I often mentally initiate investigations into such persons, places and things which were of importance then.

And I’ll always remember that when we first met you were searching for peace, and I was seeking order as well as peace of mind. But now I’ve learned that many mortals have already paid, and will continue to pay a price for disorganization. Yet, it seems that possession of some amount of disarray sometimes grants small amounts of freedom to certain mortals. And personally, I’ve found I need not lay out extensive and/or grandiose plans before I take each step, or write each word.

But oh, I suppose you like to flutter in gentle breezes! And I’d imagine such fluttering about allows you some sense of unhindered decision making and, most likely also helps keep you looking young. And, haven’t many mortals told us that the young look is the “in” look today? But, haven’t we also been informed that any attempt to capture the so-called “young look” is an attempt of vanity, arrogance and snobbishness?

Personally, I’ve believed that if we could keep life young figuratively, we’d then be able to look both forthrightly and reminiscently backward across the years. And I’ve thought if we could look backward using guidelines of youth, we’d then, through judicious assessments of past actions, be able to grant those actions what we’d consider satisfactory resting places in their years gone by. And if those actions can rest in peace there – in the past – then surely we who must always live in the present can live there, in that present, with a conscience far less troubled.

Oh, and now through the window glass I can hear the beautiful butterfly speak! It says: “I’ve learned that belief in one strong eternal light can sustain one! But it must be the light of heaven, illumined by “The Triune Master.”

And, oh God, I believe those words! And I know now that I can capture, hold, and if necessary release what once had been virtually unharnessable power! Thus, tread carefully you who create zones of war, and also you who tell others they live incorrectly, while you yourself are fortunate to get by from day to day, living as you do in a position of high power you’re unfit to hold.

And what do you see from behind your dark glasses when you manage to leave your hiding place? Don’t you care that you’re allowing foreigners to overrun your native land? And don’t you think about the ramifications that all those “new people” will have upon American society in the years to come? Isn’t it possible that in future years a Hispanic majority will “put the screws” so to speak to all who had lived in America for many years – and yes, that includes blacks?

Can’t you see what’s really wrong in America today? Are so-called “maga people” and others who may or may not believe one race to be superior actually the underlying causes of the mess you now preside over? Or does the fault really lie with the notions that everyone should be like everyone else, except of course if they feel they should have been born into the sex opposite of the one they were, or if they think they should have been a certain type of animal? And in your new society should everyone be permitted to imbibe any potentially dangerous substance?

And what about all the gunslingers mass murdering innocent Americans all across your land? Should we show them pity too? Well, above all else, make sure that your supposedly democratic party wins in all upcoming elections. And woe to America if you and your left wing buddies should lose your positions of power.

But today, within a real world outside of political manipulation, I saw a man quietly launch his canoe while the sun was shining, only to have the weather and the river’s flow become violent upon his entrance into that waterway. And yesterday, on the highway, in the continual backward and forward movement of cars passing by me, for a moment I thought I’d finally found why there is such a phenomenon as life upon Planet Earth.

And the answer to that why is because certain Masters watch over the development and developments of mankind. And they, and those who are their subordinates, whether they be angels or past mortals, guard us who live upon the Earth still. Yet, our protectors adhere to the principle of free will. In other words, humans are allowed to make choices. They’re allowed to choose rightly or incorrectly. And one might wonder why an all-powerful deity would allow mortals to err; yet ours is not an option to question the will of God.

And yet, having said what we’ve just said, another probably less thought about concept concerning free will also exists; and it’s that free will is often not used! Behind a façade of God only knows how many situations and realities of fact, the human being may remain forever untested in the controlled marketplace of thought. And he or she may have a job, and he or she may be a fine citizen of all governmental entities in which he or she may live, but yet, he or she may never be known as someone who had significant opinions, or possibly helpful insights into mankind’s struggle to live temporally upon planet Earth as best it can.

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rfhusnik · 1 year

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April, Wish Me Really

Written By: George Jennifer, Anonymous and Orlon Braem

Part One

Today I have no option but to fulfill an assignment given me by those who sanction my leadership of this city. And one might suppose that supervision of a city’s most basic needs and wants would be challenge enough for any mayor, yet, that’s not the case here. Here apparently the city’s leader must also search for possible truths and falsehoods associated with supplied literary imaginings! Oh, but maybe I only received this task because it’s April!

Nonetheless, this discourse concerns two wishing to be mortals of apparently youthful years – two innocents evidently seeking a realness which, without the assistance of supernatural entities, cannot be granted to fictional characters. But in my imagination I can see them. And the girl is but a thought in someone’s mind, while the boy was perhaps once a real lad, photographed many years ago standing near his now classic automobile. And if he’s living an actual life yet still, then today he’s certainly a much older man. He’s much older than the man in the picture from long ago. And, because she never had a basis in reality, and therefore never really aged, we know he’s also much older than the girl who appears on a second picture with him. And don’t ask how supposed people from pictures, literature, and mental impressions expect to become real human beings. I don’t know. I’m only a mayor!

But I guess just as I’ve been selected to introduce this piece, so has my friend Orlon Braem been asked to summarize its possibly useful deductions. And I remember reading once that in the opinion of one of my favorite writers, April was assumed to be the most significant of the twelve entities to which it belonged, the same as Peter arguably had been, and as the juror who finally persuaded the other eleven of supposed innocence or guilt also no doubt had been.

Still, April’s innate importance must stem from its function as a bridge between the harshness of winter, and the rebirth of spring; with spring’s rebirth of course hopefully leading to renewed expectations. Yes, but how often must we admit that many of our new formed determinations will slip away down the canals of time? And I think you know it’s true; all of our actions are judged, temporally at least, as a result of both our own and someone else’s opinions of right and wrong.

And my responsibility as mayor of this unconventional city leads me into areas of unknown and unexpected occurrences. And thus I’ve been asked to present, in three parts, both a possible love affair, and my city’s defense of its love of April. And I’m just now ending the first of the three parts.

But I’ll not tell you who the writer of Part Two is. Yet, I’ll say this: She’s not a real girl. She came to life in the mind of a teller of tales; and that person isn’t me, although as I’ve already said, I can see her in my imagination. And hers is the second portion of this discourse, written by someone unknown to me, but then submitted to me by my overseers for inclusion herein. And Part Three was written by Orlon Braem. And his was the task to form some sort of synthesis out this dichotomy of what’s unreal and what wishes it weren’t.

Part Two

I didn’t want to write this. My dad said I should put in a written form what had happened to me last week. And dad said he’d turn over my words to our city’s mayor then.

I guess I probably should do something about what happened to me. Actually, if you wanted to be real literal about it, I suppose it was close to kidnapping. But, you know, I understand I was taken, or maybe I could say summoned by forces of long ago – forces that are only part of all the people and groups who attempt to add a bit of strangeness to our city.

And I’d heard already when I was in grade school that this city was like no other. I’d been warned that literally anything could happen here. But of course I’d never really paid much attention to those warnings. I guess I figured if something bizarre was going to happen, it would happen regardless of whether or not I believed it could or couldn’t occur.

So that’s my story up until a week ago. My dad and the mayor don’t want me to tell you my name. But I want you to believe what I’ll write here. It really happened!

I’m seventeen now. It won’t be long until I’m eighteen. And now my senior year of high school is coming to an end. I haven’t decided upon my college yet! But I grew up on the north side of our city. And I attend the North side high school here. The South side has a high school too.

Well, anyway, I’d just gotten home from school last Wednesday when, as I was walking into the house, I noticed a strange type of car pull up at the curbside. I’d never seen a car like that before. It was bigger than most of the vehicles I see on the streets here, and it had a large white fin-like part on its side. And as I looked at the driver of it, I also noticed something strange in his appearance, His clothes seemed to come from another era, and, I guess, it looked to me as though he probably did as well.

He waved at me. He wanted me to come over by his car. I didn’t want to go there, yet, somehow, I couldn’t stop myself. I walked over to his driver’s door and asked “Who are you, and what type of car is this?”

“This car is a Chevrolet from 1957” he said. “And I’m a still young man who’s today, along with my car, been allowed to leave the lifelessness of the portrait which, together we’ve shared since 1958.

“I’m afraid of you” I said.

“Come over here and stand next to me by the car” he said. “I think it’s time for you and I to be recast as real mortals, or at least as characters of a new picture.”

“But I’m already real” I said. “I don’t need to come to life.”

“You’re mistaken” he said, “For almost eighteen years now you’ve existed as a prisoner of literature, kept alive only in the passing thoughts of someone who may someday ask his Supreme Being to give you a real mortal life. In other words, you’ve always been a lot like me; except that I’ve sought true life from the confines of a picture, while you’ve unknowingly searched for it amidst the creative whims of an author’s mind.”

So I walked over to his car then. He got out of it. We stood together near its driver’s side, and suddenly a middle aged man came along and snapped our picture. Then that man left, and I got into the Chev, and the boy and I drove off.

Part Three

Well, I guess it had been a while since I’d been asked to write for the mayor; and that was fine with me! It was an April evening, and I was getting tired. I’ll go to bed now I thought. Suddenly my phone rang, and of course it was Mayor Jennifer. And he had another of his always seemingly unbelievable requests. “Earlier today I received a very strange call” he said. “It was from a young couple who said they wanted me to grant them a real life! And I might add that they both spoke to me, yet somehow their voices didn’t seem to belong to real people! But they didn’t sound like those scamming robots either”!

‘“We’ve both been confined in unreality for many years’ they said. The girl said she was the figment of a writer’s imagination, and the boy said he was existing as an unreal human portrayed on a picture.”

“Well, what do you want me to do about them?” I asked the mayor.

“I’d like you, through your use of words, to give them not only a real life, but also a real love affair; after all, it’s time for April love”!

“Yeah, and maybe it’s time our city gets a new mayor too” I replied. But then I continued “Well George, as with all your other bizarre requests, I’ll give this one the old Braem try. But first let me be sure I understand this; I’ve got a girl who was conceptualized by a writer, and a boy who appeared in a picture long ago, and now the two of them want a real life, and a chance to become lovers.”

“You’ve got it” said the mayor.

So we ended our call then. And some may wonder why we don’t text. But we do, yet I guess not in matters of such bizarreness. Anyway, I went to bed then. “I’ll worry about this foolishness tomorrow” I told myself.

And it must have been some time then, when, from inside the confines of slumber, two images, one a young male , and the other a young female, appeared to me. And I saw them inside a mirror! And I surmised they weren’t humans I knew, and perhaps not really humans at all! And they were standing near an old car – probably one from the 1950’s I thought.

And the young man spoke then. “Are you capable of good writing?” he asked.

And I answered him thus: “I always try to write away all wrongs.”

“Then bring us forth out of this mirror” he said.

And then the female said “Give us a chance to be lovers in a real world.”

And I answered them, “Well, I don’t know that the two of you are ready yet (or ever will be) to be brought forth out of literature and pictures. And, I’m a writer, not a sorcerer! Still, who knows what is capable of occurring in this city! But I’d admonish the two of you; don’t be so anxious to become real mortals. Remember, a wise lady once said that one can’t hurry love. Thus, I’m thinking it might be better if the two of you would, from inside the reality of a real person’s dream, ask the Master of the Universe if He could fashion other mortal examples of you who could fall in love in the real world. In other words, I think the two of you had better return to your fictional abodes.” And then I awakened. It was a nice April morning!

And I texted the mayor then that, with the aid of apparently the same overseers (or whoever they are) who’d brought this wished for love affair to him in the first place, I’d now been able to write Part Three of this discourse. And I notified him that since I needed to visit his part of the city that day, I simply drop off my words at his home/office. But before I left to do that, I had some moments of reflection at home.

I think I know now what one of my favorite writers meant some time ago when he wrote “I love you in fragments passing by.” He must have been speaking about how love continues although a ceaseless struggle between good and evil carries on all about it. And in his contemplation of that struggle he must have been led to ponder why so many humans strive to do what’s right, while so many others try to commit actions only harmful to themselves and mankind as a whole. But I’m thankful that most mortals find comfort in the peace of everyday necessities. Yet, of course there are some who need to justify their wars. Nonetheless my prayer today is: April hold me! Prepare me for what may befall me in May and in other months and years to come.

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I really hope you continue The Warmth in Brightness because now i'm hooked and it's all I will think about until it's done. A sound of music au was not something I knew I needed. I love it soooo much.

braem is going to bark coz this is her first ask so anonnie, you deserve an appreciation badge for being the first🏅 as well as some fanfare and confetti for making this day particularly wild for me 🎊🎉🎊🎉 I hope you're having a pleasant day >.<

about The Warmth in Brightness yes, I am continuing it. the draft is quite finished like - until the very end of the story, thank heavens, so I am currently revising it. with a big BUT bc in this draft, the time setting will be moved even far back in the past; and we're scraping the screenplay format so we're doing it all over, it will be just a normal novel style, with better description and word usage i hope, and firmer, much more vivid character and motifs as well. I am dedicating this year's summer for this and so, if the changes agrees with you, if you want to see the story play out, please look out for this story.

and for everyone else who liked the Warmth in Brightness I love you all SO MUCH I have to give ya'll kisses - like I haven't posted any new chapter in aeons but like the way the likes in the main masterlist/page increased by days?!!? it didn't 'boom' so to say, the way my smuts does. but one day there's one like, and then another two days later, and then another next week, and i'm going feral because why are you liking this I mean to scrap the project thoroughly but thank you anyway!? I looked over those chapters and thought, this dialogue and scene could be done better, they must be done better. and in all, I just wanted to get this extensive idea out of my head - but for other people to give it some love just warms me. (heh)(i think Mari is very pleased as well😳)

one more word for anonie, thank you for the encouragement. so much. sometimes writing a fic is not as easy as it seems, but it's little things like this that makes us indulge in this kind of love labour for the fandom. again, have a good day, and until then, adieu!! >♡<

(would you like to be taglisted perhaps?)

#braem got ask #AAAAAH #braem rambles #in the new light that is the love the series has recieved #i think i should make a tag for this series so #the warmth in brigthness - ask #the warmth in brightness - progress

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stray kids and their dæmons

coz braem's finished reading the golden compass and is rather impressed.

notes:

— based on 'his dark materials' by phillip pullman

— somewhat based on skzoo or their general (?) impression so it's not exactly soul-accurate. but it's for fun anyway so, enjoy!!

bang chan - grey wolf

kpop leader's dæmons either are intimidating or elegant and graceful

she is intimidating. and graceful. and pretty.

yet in truth, very loving, like channie!!

chills on the sofa during chan's room, and aggressively nuzzles chan when he gets fuzzy and giggly thinking about the kids or stays

pounces on the kids' dæmons at the same time chan's cuddling or teasing them (or hoists them up his shoulder, whichever)

but would lick and curl about them coz wolves are nurturing

growls at hate comments; chan would stare after dodging them "casually" and she'd stare back pointedly

[btw i really like this picture combo, rather proud of maself]

lee know - leopard cat

(gently) paws/slaps the other dæmons when minho can only stare and be done with the kids

i thought about recent fansigns and how she'd give such big loving soft eyes to the fans behind the glass separator

climbs on minho's back, then settles on his shoulder

when the kids ask for help, minho's tsundere self would be refusing it all and being reluctant

but she'd already be sniffing about the dæmons or any object concerning the problem and just wait for minho to check himself

sits on top of cabinets while minho cooks

and paws his cheek when he sleeps lol

changbin - black leopard

or more commonly known as black panther except the black is actually melanization!

someone in twitter said this i think, but like yeah, with bin's powerful gaze—why not black panther?

the panther forms came out when he starts to learn raps, the more powerful and confident he came to be with his skills as a trainee

and the biggest among the eight dæmons, even more than chan's wolf. bin's very proud of her.

cos then she can give big protective warm cuddles! you bet she let the other's dæmons just pile on her

closed, contented eyes as bin pats her or when bin himself is just pleased at himself and happy and giggly

NO BUT IMAGINE THEM WALKING TO SMTM—

hyunjin - ermine

or more commonly known as stoat! ermine is when their coat get white in the winter

would curl around his neck, and make the cutest selfie combo

zooms up hyunnie's long ass leg to do that

but that would muss up hyunjin's long hair as well so...

she'd sneeze, and hyunjin would laugh

they paint together! paw prints!!

would stand on its hind legs when hyunjin's confused

shrieks a little when hyunjin's (dramatically) surprised but would immediately nuzzle his prone/shocked form

han - siberian flying squirrel

THIS TINY WHITE FLOOF

WITH BIG EYES

IMAGINE 3RACHA ASSEMBLING AND THIS FLOOF IS JUST THERE BETWEEN A WOLF AND A BLACK LEOPARD

dives in between jisung's harnesses and the odd cuts in his stage costumes

or his pockets!

hangs upon his collar, everytime—easier access to nuzzle jisung's cheek and comfort him

the mirroring confusion look in their eyes at times

glides out to the other dæmons' head when they're cuddling or han's teasing everyone

felix - american yellow warbler

happy cheerful little twitters!

especially when yongbok's cuddling the members

then she'd settle on other dæmons head for some while

sits on felix's head usually—likes to perch on heads!

flies in a flutter or bounces about when he's excited

pecks the other dæmon's head when he's annoyed

but it's also a form of affection

alongside flying around the others while chirping nonstop

seungmin - golden retriever

chases everybody around when seungmin's in a mischievous mood

stares and wags it's tongue

and barks after seungmin says "dda!"

even more when seung makes a mischievous statement and everybody lol-ed

otherwise a good, happy boy

especially in public events—the press just coos over them (unaware of the seungmin 'main maniac' agenda...)

would just lick seungmin's face all of a sudden and make him laugh

i.n - fennec fox

still shifts when he debuts, up to two years later

the hyungs got dramatic when she obtained her final shape

but jeongin himself is somewhat relieved and reflects a lot about maturity (this maknae...)

zooms about when jeongin's excited

that jackson wang meme where he says "cute" with a flat face? yeah.. that's the mood here.

always on jeongin's lap—interviews, fansigns, during makeup in the waiting room

rather quiet—but will definitely shrieks and barks when the hyungs are tackling and cuddling jeongin

my main navigation. i write fics mostly!

pictures cr. to pinterest

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