#hiraeth part 27
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1, 4, 5, 7 , 10, 13, 27!
JAYNE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THANK YOU THANK YOU all of these questions are thought provoking im gonna try to answer as best i can
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1. favourite place in your country?
BICOL
omg. okay so you know i went home last year. part of the itinerary was going back to my dad's province in bicol. and, no joke, the 2 days i spent there literally made me hurt about migrating to australia, and not making an effort to go back often (circumstances about this was always out of my hands, but i don't know, i saw it as a "if there's a will, there's a way" kind of angle), and not remembering as much about the place as i felt i should (again, out of my control like i was super young during the times i went) and everything was beautiful, and peaceful, and genuinely i felt hiraeth.
when i was driving around with my aunt and uncle, we went through the general area of where their old house used to be and it was a place i kind of grew up in, having spent a lot of time there during my younger years. i could not remember anything, which made sense because it's been years, but what really threw me was how normal sized everything was sdlkfjldfskj back when i was younger everything was tall and big and gigantic, but yeah now it's just normal town-sized things. that really threw me off lol.
4. favourite dish specific for your country?
i've always loved puto bumbong??? i dont know what it is about it; i think it's the toppings they add that makes it super delicious. like i know it's "seasonal" but dude if i can eat that all day every day 365 days im sold.
special mention to scramble omfg that shit was bomb when i was a kid. i don't know if that's because it's really good or if i've put the food on a childhood pedestal lmao.
but just kakanin in general and those really rice flour-based snacks in general so love puto, love kutsinta, love biko, all the rice/rice flour-based things.
ALSO SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO RICE JUST WRAPPED IN BANANA LEAVES WITH THE ULAM ON TOP OMFG FOR SOME REASON THAT JUST MAKES EVERYTHING TASTE SUPER GOOD???
im hungry now ffs.
5. favourite song in your native language?
ohhh like bruh opm??? lskdjlksjfljldfs or folk songs?
i genuinely have no real answer with this one lksdfjldsjlk im terrible with favourite music-type questions.
i guess the closest is "ang huling el bimbo" by eraserheads because that song just haunts me whenever i remember it exists dslkfjsdl and it haunts me now and i just came back from watching and singing along to the music video lol
7. three words from your native language that you like the most?
kilig, masiram, tampo
10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?
ohhh not in tagalog/filipino.
not necessarily enjoyable, bicolano swears are hardcore because when i hear family say it, it's usually in anger lol. also the fact that most of the swears i've heard refers to genitalia makes it extra vulgar.
like buli/buray, which means kitty (iykyk).
13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?
i guess "tabi, tabi po" (excuse me) is one?
so we say that when we venture into places where spirits may be dwelling. i suppose seeing a person very loudly say "tabi, tabi po" while entering a random place may seem strange to outsiders? i remember doing it all the time when i was younger so it was normal to me then, but also still normal to me now.
whether spirits exist or not, i reckon it's always good to show and express respect to any place you enter.
27. favourite national celebrity?
omfg. okay.
well when i was much younger rico yan was a huge crush of mine. favourite national celebrity??? can we still count sandara park dklfjlsdjf like look i was there with the whole nation when she became pambansang krung-krung of the philippines but also they made fun of the poor girl so i was rooting for her. like i watched her in star circle quest with hero and joross and roxanne like, and this is gonna sound weird, they had that vibe of the hp golden trio where you kinda grew up with them BUT NOT REALLY BECAUSE STAR CIRCLE QUEST SEASON 1 WAS IN 2004 AND IT WASNT A WHOLE CINEMATIC/LITERARY SERIES.
#replies#jayne#not from the us ask#sorry for the emotional tmi#but yeah look#this is great im reall happy i did this#thanks jayne! :D
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Recording how many words of fanfic I read per day (April 17)
Today: 105,005 words
Yesterday: 127,737 words
Top this Month: 294,001 words
Still haven’t answered any asks. It’s been a full week so by the time I get back to it I’ll need to remind myself on what’s happened or not. Because I’ve read through all *checks* 30 asks and the last thing we talked about was like. Big Mama selling body parts (and having a bug room to clean the bones away from bodies).
Anyway we’re at 2.5 million words for the full month! If I follow the 100k per day plan we should be at 5 mill by the end of the month! Which is. Excessive. (And my hoard won’t even be finished either lol)
[Fics I read today under the cut]
Chapter 27 of i’m bringing everyone home by unfortunate_songbird
Chapter 9 of Minor Interference by bambiraptorx
Chapter 6 of How to Chat with your Past Self by LuckydrawR
Chapter 10 of Bloodline Rebels by Spor_k
Chapter 7 of Not Your Moral Centre BiographyDivider (Princesa_Pens)
Chapter 21 of Blood is Thicker than Ooze by BlueStarstriker, linkymew
Chapter 20 of Trial and Error by ApatheticRobots
Chapter 5 of Hiraeth by MagpieCrown, SkylerSkyhigh
Chapter 18 of Stranger Danger by Balkanbitch
Chapter 5 of Ghost on the Server by AmevelloBlue, MelonPalooza
"Use Your Scary Eyes!" by Virgilisspidey
Choose Wisely (Or At All) by Cutesy (Imjustirresistable)
How To Communicate With Your Dum-Dum Twin: A Work-In-Progress By Donatello Hamato by Banjkaz, SpitfireRose
A Better Word Than Humanity by silentsnowdrop
#word counting#despite not answering asks I still have the muscle memory of tagging in play#Anyway I'm fighting my depression to let me do more than the bare minimum to keep me functioning and objectively ok#Because I really want to get back to answering asks and it's annoying that I can't
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Hiraeth [Part 27]
Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)
Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”
Summary: Things have changed for those who opposed the Sokovian accords. They spend a Christmas together.
*very tiny chapter I wrote to make ground for more fluff*
She didn't know how long it would take to get used to the mildew of their new apartment. It was a fairly decent establishment, but the rain always dampened the wall; that combined with the fact that the landlord was always doing weed.
She was still struggling a lot with her pain, some days more than others. Now that she had also left the facility, there was no way to keep a close eye on the wound. It used to burn every once in while, particularly when she had those recurring nightmares, now vivid, of being tortured, at the hands of HYDRA, and Bucky. She could remember how she got some of her cuts, that had left a mark on her skin. She couldn't really remember how she hurt her chest.
Maybe it was why Bucky was avoiding her. Somewhere in his mind, he was relating Tony's anger to her forgiveness, doubting if her forgiveness would turn on him the moment he made another mistake. It made him very aware of everyone's presence, and he seemed keen to stay in the shadows, and not interact with them so much. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought he was like that. Brooding, proud, antisocial and a recluse.
Christmas arrived, it was bittersweet, because the team celebrated it together, at least once during the 25 days. To keep up with the festivities, they all decided to have a Secret Santa. It was a beautiful evening on the 24th. The warmth was just right, it made the house feel like a safe haven from the bone-chilling winter outside. The world had gone to a deep slumber under the blanket of fresh snow. The smell of cinnamon and apple had muffled that of the mildew she always complained about. Steve was telling stories of his childhood; Sam was astonished that Steve was indeed a grandpa. Natasha was drinking wine, Bucky too, sitting in the chair and smiling as Steve recounted shared memories.
Ellie had just left the room a minute earlier, and came back holding her phone. Steve and Natasha were to notice.
"Ellie", Steve began, "Come on. Not today. It's Christmas."
"Just one minute Steve."
"He said he'll come, so he will. And if he doesn't, well.. we see that later."
The cryptic nature of their conversation caught Bucky's attention, whose eyes suddenly landed on Ellie and her phone.
"True", she replied, "Ugh.... I am just so nervous."
"Didn't you set the time with him?", Sam asked too.
"Well, he said around Christmas, that too in a mall or something", she replied. "He apparently has a thing for festivities and lights." Ellie closed her phone and put it away.
"Are you sure you want to meet him?", Sam asked, "I mean, you've not really done this kinda stuff before."
"It's ok. Exploring new horizons", she replied. "The world has changed."
"And yet somehow it's still the same", Natasha continued. She put her glass away and straightened the ruffles of her beautiful green dress. "So, let's do the gift thing and get this over with."
Ellie put her phone away and settled on the beanbag next to the fireplace. The gifts were brought and they began to unwrap them.
It began with Steve. It was a small rectangular box, no longer than his hand, wrapped in blue and silver paper, with a red bow on it. He chuckled at the color scheme and unwrapped it. Silence followed.
"Geez", he could manage to say, but his eyes were wide.
"What is it?", Natasha asked.
"It's a Swiss army knife", he said, tracing the sides with his finger. "1939. Belonged to one of my friends in the regiment."
They all looked at the name carved on the side of the knife. "L. R. Anthony."
"We shared a tent during one of our missions. Really, a gem of a man. Had a wife, Margie and.. 4 children I think. A pair of girls and boys. Kentucky.. Man..." Ellie took a moment to steal a glance at Bucky who, as usual, felt indecipherable.
There was silence in the room. All they could hear was the fire.
Sam opened his gift and found paper inside.
"What's this?", he read the card inside. It had two tickets to the quarter finals of a football match. "WHO BALLIN?" he announced, smiling enthusiastically.
Natasha was next to open her gift. Someone had gifted her tickets to Disneyland and an invitation to a fancy restaurant. She could definitely use a break. They all could.
Ellie had a small packet in her hand, looked like a letter envelope. She opened the flaps and two things. One was a really delicate chain, made of silver probably. It had the most delicate pendant on it, a rose. There was one more thing, a small plastic bag, with small bead-like things.
"Are these seeds?", she asked, examining them closely. The paper at the bottom of the box said so. It was geranium and carnation seeds. She looked so happy, always having an interest in horticulture. Her silence though, made everyone curious.
“Something wrong?”
"No. I just... I love it!", she said, smiling faintly.
Bucky was last, awkwardly fidgeting with the box in his hand, it was a brown box, wrapped in a plain black string with a tiny plastic pine cone in place of a bow. He opened the box carefully and found two things inside, a nice woolen sweater and an empty journal. On top lay a note which said, "To new memories..."
Announcing that they were going to be late for dinner, Natasha put the gifts away. While everyone was putting their things away, Bucky was wearing the warm brown sweater he found in his gift.
“It’s a perfect fit”, Steve commented, passing him by to get the keys.
“It is”, Bucky replied, making final adjustments to the hem. He had been estranged for so long, the feeling of a home made him feel awkward. If he could, he would have tried to liken this Christmas to all of his past ones, good ones, but memory wouldn’t serve him that well. It was outside the house his mind was trapped in, and the guard was too strong.
Ellie stood right next to him, looking at herself in the giant hallway mirror. She was wearing a lovely black dress, with a thigh high slit and perfect stockings to match. Her hair were open and flowing beautifully down.
“Can you help me?”, she asked, awkwardly, holding the chain in her hand. “I might as well wear this too.”
“It matches..”
Bucky clipped the chain, the tiny gold rose pendant twinkling under the light. It looked perfect. She looked at his sweater and smiled.
“Looks nice”, she said, walking away.
“Yes it does”, he replied, in a low voice, looking at himself again, “Thanks Amy.”
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Sorry it got hella long. I wanted to make some sense of the timeline and also, Bucky related fluff angst had to be there lol. Also... Is the series too long? Should I be cutting it short? I just like details a little too much.
Taglist:
This champ
#bucky#Bucky Barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes imagines#sam wilson#Winter Soldier#winter soldier oneshot#winter soldier imagine#winter soldier x reader#natasha romanoff#Avengers#avengers imagines#avengers imagine#avengers scenario#bucky scenario#bucky fanfic#winter soldier fanfic#hiraeth#hiraeth part 27
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6 Months on this hell site (endearingly) called tumblr... I am flabbergasted how quick time went bye!
I don't really have a celebratory fic I can post, or another special drabble request planned since my life is a bit chaotic atm and I still have to fulfill some fic requests.
So for now I just want to thank you all, my 826 wonderful followers for supporting my writing. When I posted my first fic on here I never imagined so many people actually enjoying my writing. Thank you for making these past 6 months one of the best of this year. I met so many incredible writers and artists and especially friends on here and I'm so thankful for that 💚
And since I like numbers and stats, here are some of my blog:
Works in total: 96, that means 3-4 uploads a week
Fics: 33
Drabbles: 10
Incorrect Quotes: 53
First fic ever posted: Poison, on the 28th of June
My fave fic I have written: Fallacy's Deception, posted 07.September; I still love it to bits... tho I should read over it again some day and correct some mistakes...
My least favorite fic: Wake up!, posted 04.July; my only Bucky x Reader fic and it probably be the last too
Fic with the most notes: Sweat Dreams, posted 27.October; my first 18+ story! I was sooo amazed how well it was reiceived!
Fic with the least notes (not including series): Volatile TImes Part 2, posted 26.September; Part of my 250 Follower celebration
Fic that surprised me by how well it was received: Disclosure, posted 08.August; I never meant to write a Dad!Loki fic and yet here we are, where this innocent little request started a whole series
Fic I thought would do better: Sting, posted 13.November
The last fic I posted: Fun and Games, posted 26.November
My biggest "fans" according to tumblr: @chloeparker26 @anemois-hiraeth @brilliantminds19 @scram1326
That's it for now. Here's to many more fics and to a lot of joy on here!
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Masterpost 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days (Part 1)
Day 1: Abilities
Day 2: Arson
Day 3: Agility
Day 4: Jealousy
Day 5: Possessiveness
Day 6: Proposal
Day 7: Wedding
Day 8: Chickens
Day 9: Nose Kisses
Day 10: The Beach
Day 11: Pink Promise
Day 12: Adrenaline
Day 13: Drunk
Day 14: Louder
Day 15: Wings
Day 16: Tulips
Day 17: Salt
Day 18: Dog
Day 19: Ice Skating
Day 20: Roller Coaster
Day 21: Scars
Day 22: I can't say love
Day 23: Storge, Phileo, Eros, Agape (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)
Day 24: Mafia Husband
Day 25: Hiraeth
Day 26: Broken Bone
Day 27: Home
Day 28: Shopping
Day 29: Punch
Day 30: Likeness
Day 31: Veritaserum (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11)
Day 32: After Wedding Fluff
Day 33: Chocolates
Day 34: Using The Following Prompt
Day 35: Tears
Day 36: Entwine
Day 37: Secrets
Day 38: Dance
Day 39: Confess
Day 40: Hesitant
Day 41: Embrace
Day 42: Sensitive
Day 43: Truth or Dare
Day 44: You're Waddling Like a Cute Duck
Day 45: Stabbed
Day 46: Paris in the Rain
Day 47: Starlight
Day 48: Friends With Benefits
Day 49: Truth
Day 50: Anonymous
Day 51: Parents
Day 52: Tattoos
Day 53: First Anniversary
Day 54: There Was Only One Bed
Day 55: Music
Day 56: Phone Call
Day 57: Text Message
Day 58: Voicemail
Day 59: Ring
Day 60: Heart
Day 61: Hurt
Day 62: Clothes
Day 63: Hair
Day 64: Shower
Day 65: Question
Day 66: Bond
Day 67: Soulmate (Take 1)
Day 67: Soulmate (Take 2)
Day 68: Rain
Day 69: Soaked
Day 70: Patronus
Day 71: Return
Day 72: Mirrors
Day 73: Letters
Day 74: Thunderstorm
Day 75: Love Language
Day 76: Puppy Eyes
Day 77: Shoes
Day 78: Memories
Day 79: Never
Day 80: Amnesia
Day 81: I Missed You
Day 82: Rum and Episkey
Day 83: Arcade
Day 84: Feeling of Belonging
Since there's a 100 link limit, please see my Masterpost: 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days (Part 2) for other prompts that have already been filled and to see what ficlets are coming up!
#Masterpost#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days#thank you so much desencante!#It's beautiful!#<333#@desencante#submission
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Vocal Unit
None yet :)
[2:13pm] || Drabble -> coming soon
➸ The aftermath of a bad fight
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
》 Dance with the devil
Part of the Halloween Delights & CaratWritersClub halloween prompts
Prompt: “Who said this was just a game darling?”
Genre: Supernatural!au, angst ish
Word count: 414
Warnings: Death mentions
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
》 Hiraeth
Hiraeth (n.) The feeling of being homesick for a home to which one cannot return, a home which maybe never was.
Genre: Angst, breakup!au
Word count: 580
Coming soon!
[4:55am] || Drabble -> coming soon
➸ "You're lucky you're cute because your music taste is awful"
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》 I love you
Summary: A soft, rainy morning with your boyfriend at the cabin
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 732
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》 Breakfast
Summary: A slow, chilly morning with your boyfriend in the cabin. Be prepared for waffles and cuddles
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 884
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
》 Sleepy studio
Prompt: "Did you come here in this state?" & "come sit in my lap until I'm finished"
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1k
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》 An angel with her demon
Part of the Halloween delights
Summary: Waking up from a nightmare, Jihoon is always there
Genre: Fluff, there is some blood mentioned
Word count: 523
[11:54pm] || Drabble -> coming soon
➸"Sorry. You're just...really adorable."
[10:32pm] || Drabble -> coming soon
➸ "Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That's still up for debate"
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》 You're so cute
Request: 'First date with Seungkwan where he embarrasses himself'
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 957
Coming: 27/03/21
#seventeen#jihoon seventeen#seventeen fluff#woozi#seungkwan#seventeen dino#seventeen jeonghan#seventeen joshua#seventeen mingyu#seventeen seungkwan#jeonghan#joshua#jisoo#mingyu#jihoon x reader#seungkwan x reader#joshua x reader#jeonghan x reader#dk x reader#seokmin#dokyeom#seventeen dokyeom#seventeen dk#seokmin x reader#dokyeom x reader
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XIV Questions!
Yoinked this from @nihil242 <3
1. What’s your character’s name?
I have A Ton of characters, but my main is Ahru Hiraeth.
2. What server?
Many. Ahru is currently adrift over on Louisoix, but will be coming home to Crystal in the near future!
3. What race/clan?
Miqo’te / Mixed Keeper-Seeker lineage.
4. Favorite class/job?
Red Mage & Bard (Also monk but I'm very self-conscious about ma deeps.)
#idek what to tag this#but apparently THAT was a tag i've used before lmao so#uhh?#idk#about me#??? sorta?
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300 Followers: Prompt List and New Ko-Fi Account
In celebration of reaching 300 followers – thank you all so much – I’ve decided to open up another prompt list based on strange and poetic words. Here are the guidelines, just in case:
I write for all Star Trek series.
I try to keep all my content gender neutral for accessibility.
I can write romantic prompts, but keep it SFW!
You can request one character and one number for these prompts, as well as any details you’d like included.
This prompt list will also be for full length imagines, unlike my previous ones, which were just drabbles.
You can still continue to request regular imagines other than what’s on the prompt list.
Also, along with the new prompt list, I’ve opened a Ko-Fi account. If you’ve requested an imagine or just enjoy reading my work, I’d really appreciate it if you could buy me a coffee (Janeway style)! Of course, it isn’t mandatory, and you always can request and read without sending in a donation, but it would be awesome if you could. This writer would appreciate the extra caffeine.
Ko-Fi account link here!
Without further ado: I give you the prompt list! (Definitions from various dictionaries including Merriam-Webster, Oxford, etc.) :)
1. Desiderium: an ardent desire or longing; especially: a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.
2. Compathy: shared feeling (as of joy or sorrow).
3. Abodement: an omen; a foretelling.
4. Callosity: lack of feeling or capacity for emotion.
5. Mamaguy: to try to deceive someone by flattering them or telling them lies.
6. Agastopia: admiration of a particular part of someone’s body.
7. Kakorrhaphiophobia: fear of failure.
8. Pauciloquent: uttering few words; brief in speech.
9. Abulia: loss of ability to make decisions.
10. Illiquation: the melting of one thing into another.
11. Basorexia: an overwhelming desire to kiss.
12. Mellifluous: a sound that is sweet and smooth, pleasing to hear.
13. Ineffable: too great to be expressed in words.
14. Tarantism: the uncontrollable urge to dance.
15. Hiraeth: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.
16. Liberosis: the desire to care less about things.
17. Limerence: the state of being infatuated with another person.
18. Kilig: the rush or inexplicable joy one feels after seeing or experiencing something romantic.
19. Heliophilia: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.
20. Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile.
21. Anagapesis: loss of feelings for someone who was formerly loved; falling out of love
22. Kalopsia: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they are.
23. Verklempt: completely overcome with emotion.
24. Selcouth: unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous.
25. Drapetomania: an overwhelming desire to run away.
26. Absquatulate: to leave abruptly.
27. Fantod: a state or attack of uneasiness or unreasonableness.
28. Bellicose: aggressive, hostile.
29. Imbroglio: an extremely confused, complicated, or embarrassing situation.
30. Obloquy: strong public criticism or verbal abuse.
31. Recreant: a coward.
32. Lacuna: an unfilled space or interval; a gap.
33. Vespertine: relating to, occurring, or active in the evening.
34. Troth: faith or loyalty when pledged in a solemn agreement or undertaking.
35. Disenthrall: to set free.
#star trek#star trek prompt list#star trek imagines#star trek drabbles#300 followers#star trek original series#star trek tos#star trek alternative original series#star trek aos#star trek the next generation#star trek tng#star trek deep space nine#star trek ds9#star trek voyager#star trek enterprise#star trek discovery#star trek x reader#imagines#prompt list#x reader#strange and poetic words
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Hiraeth Chapter 27: Extrapolate
Masterlist can be found Here!
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Extrapolate
Note: I was today days old when I finally decided to buy an Xbox one S… I just couldn’t say no to the purple one any longer, even if it is used. I just hope it works when it arrives, or there is going to be hell to pay. That eBay bid was EXPENSIVE.
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Beat by vacant beat, the young summoner’s vacant little heart searched for the life providing blood that would sustain it, but failed. He could hear the blood rushing through his veins, ears ringing as he gasped for breath that wasn’t there. Every nerve ending on the lower part of his body was crying out in discomfort, and he had no way of seeing or otherwise dealing with his possible injury. Whatever this patently awful sensation was, he just wanted it to stop. It was a severe detriment to his ability to function properly, and it was highly distracting from the task at hand.
So distracting in fact that he didn’t register for a moment that Sirrus had said anything to him.
“V… Oh, that’s a relief. For a moment, I wasn’t sure that you were still alive.” Sirrus said breathlessly as though he were stifling some sort of wince or another source of discomfort. His eyes were heavy, and his breath came in waves as he seemed to try and breathe deeply, only to fail moments later. It was slightly tricky to figure out what was wrong with him, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Of that he was sure. “I’d ask if you were okay, but I know that neither of us is, so we can skip the pleasantries.”
With a vacant glance between the limp hand that clasped his wrist and the rest of the body that it belonged to, the young Descendant of Sparda finally fully registered the fact that Sirrus was there. His entire body had been flooded with enough adrenaline to kill a large mammal the second that he had been touched, assuming immediately that he was under attack and freezing. Everything about this entire trip to the store seemed to be designed to cause him as much distress as possible, his fight or flight instincts running on fumes at this point. He wasn’t sure how much more anxiety he could take.
Looking at his companion carefully, V suddenly registered the state that he was in as he looked him over. There were small lacerations all over him, probably as a direct result of being pulled through a hefty metal door. The fact that an object that was manifested in a place that was basically a figment of another being’s imagination could still physically harm them was admittedly very concerning, and Sirrus’s state wasn’t helping that any. But he would have to worry about that after they figured out where they were, and how they were going to get out of this place. He didn’t intend to stay in this nightmare hellscape any longer than he had to.
“You seem disheveled. I’m assuming that Belial did this to you?” V asked quietly, attempting to stand up and failing miserably at his undertaking. Although the dreaded burning sensation had eased up considerably, that didn’t change the fact that he was still very sore, and he didn’t know where they were. Like it or not, he was still trapped here, but at least he knew where Sirrus was now.
“Clearly. It’s rare that my opponents have the element of surprise. Well played.” Sirrus said breathlessly, forcing himself to sit up all the way. It seemed to cause him a considerable amount of pain to try and stand, and he stopped doing so as a result. “We need to come up with a plan. Did he say anything to you?”
“He had quite a bit to say, actually. But I feel like I might be missing some context in regards to much of it.” V said as he pressed his hand against the bleeding portion of his side. Despite the pain in other parts of his back and side, he couldn’t actually feel anything at the sight of the puncture wound. And while he was still bleeding, he could tell that the flow of blood had slowed down somewhat. His shirt was stuck to the wound, stifling the flow. “He said he would return to me shortly after he finished conducting some sort of business that he had to attend to. I would not like to be here when he does so.”
Forcing himself to his feet with a slight groan, V shuttered slightly. More than ever, he was grateful that he had managed to keep his grip on his cane. Even as he had gone tumbling through the darkness, he had only dropped it upon impact. His encounter with Nightmare a lifetime ago had taught him that it was always an unwise course of action to go into a fight unarmed, and he still wasn’t keen to make his familiars known.
Extending his left hand to Sirrus, V used his cane to help center himself. For a moment, his mind went back to memories that he didn’t like to recall. He remembered being trapped by Malphas, and the sense of helplessness that he had felt when she had stripped him of his familiars and sent him into her shadow dimension. He had barely been able to walk, weak, disoriented, and very much in pain. And although he was leagues better off now than he had been at the time, he couldn’t help feel his blood run cold at the similarities.
He had refused to die there, and he was adamant that he wouldn’t do so here, either. He had not lost that determination. If he could survive the nightmare that was the Redgrave City incident, then he could survive this. Well, at least metaphorically. He had made it to the end of his journey in that respect, but as far as physically making it out of there alive…
It was best that he didn’t let his mind wander there.
“Can you stand?” V asked, turning over his extended hand to help draw Sirrus’s attention to it. Perhaps he just hadn’t noticed it before? The young summoner couldn’t think of a better reason as to why the young man with the fiery hair would reject his assistance. Perhaps in spite of everything, he was misguided enough to think that he didn’t need it?
“Your thinking about something you shouldn’t be. I can tell.” Sirrus said through gritted teeth as he attempted to stand again without V’s assistance, waving him off gently. No such luck. His body continued to betray him when he needed it most, but he didn’t trust himself to not accidentally yank his companion to the ground. “Talk to me. This might be your only chance to do so until we escape.”
For a moment, V considered pointing out the fact that they didn’t really have time for this, but he decided against it. For all he knew, his past experiences with the Qliphoth might actually prove to be helpful in this situation. Sirrus’s question was not entirely unfounded. It probably wouldn’t hurt them if he took a moment to explain. That didn’t mean that the rest of his body didn’t work in the meantime. He could still look around and try to figure out their next course of action.
“Well… unfortunately, it’s a bit of a long story… ” He said quietly, looking around the endless expanse of darkness around them. Was there even a wall in this place, or was it just pure, infinite blackness that stretched on and on forever? He didn’t want to think about that being a possibility, but he knew that it might be the case. Given his past experiences, that didn’t seem entirely unlikely.
“Unfortunately, we have nothing but time,” Sirrus said with a soft, pained laugh. There was a certain wild look in his eyes that V couldn’t pinpoint as if there was a joke there that V wasn’t getting, but he decided to just let it go. Sirrus was strange as a general rule, but that wasn’t something that V could claim to dislike about him with any sort of honesty. Neither of them fit the typical definition of “normal” so it wasn’t fair for him to single out his companion. And at the end of the day, he had come here to help him out, hadn’t he? That was all that really mattered in a situation like this.
Looking out across the endless darkness, V lowered his head for a moment. He studied the ground below him in silence, pondering. He had always considered himself smart, perhaps not a genius, but intelligent either way. There was a lot of grey area between those two extremes. Above-average was perfectly fine with him. But for everything that he did know about the seemingly normal world that he had spent his entire life in before he had met his family, there were a dozen things that he didn’t have the slightest idea about. He supposed that that was just the way that the world worked, but in situations like this, he just wished that there was more that he could do. For him, one of the worst feelings in the world was to feel useless. Helplessness came at a very close second.
“Quite right. But either way, I’ll make it quick. Time is of the essence.” V said as he examined his side again. He wondered how long he could bleed like this before it became a problem. He didn’t feel quite as weak as he had before, more than likely due to his now much calmer state, but his question still remained, nagging him quietly from the darker recesses of his mind. Maybe the persistent lack of natural light was starting to get to him.
“That’s fine by me. Ready when you are.” Sirrus said as he seemed to adjust his back, turning onto his butt fully before attempting to stretch all the way out and stand again. He made it further off of the ground this time but was still clearly struggling as he moved to sit back down. His breath was shaky as though it took an unfathomable amount of energy and effort for him to attempt to do what he had just done.
“During the Redgrave City attack earlier this year, I was captured by a devil named Malphas. I don’t know if you know much about her, but she was involved.” V said, giving Sirrus a look that indicated that he was waiting for a response to his question.
Sirrus nodded vigorously. “Oh, we knew about her. My superiors have been keeping tabs on her for sometime now. She was quite the powerful sorceress, and as you have noted, her powers are not unlike Belial’s. He is considerably more powerful, however. I’m sure you’ve noticed.” He paused, groaning slightly. He didn’t like knowing that V had been in contact with her. Nothing good ever came with interacting with that devil sorceress. “She dropped off our watchlist some time ago. We have not been able to confirm or disprove her continued existence, but I personally hope that she is deceased. Illusionary magic is a pain, and no one ever seems to use it for anything good. Belial is a perfect example of that.”
V smirked despite everything. “Well, it seems that I can give you at least one shred of good news today. She is, infact, very dead. You have Nero to thank for that. She managed to pin me down, and he did not take kindly to that.”
The look of satisfaction on Sirrus’s face was all that it took for V to know that he had said the right thing. He looked extraordinarily pleased with that answer. “Good. Finally something positive happens. I will have to thank him once we leave this place. Please continue.”
He took a moment to recall what he had been talking about before Sirrus had spoken, finally remembering what had been said. He was quickly developing a headache from dealing with this situation, and he hoped that that wasn’t a result of something more sinister that he couldn’t place the origin of. The last thing that either of them needed was to have their already dire situation further tampered with. It could only lead to negative things.
“A month after the initial attack, we ventured into the Qliphoth, and she stripped me of my “companions” and took me captive. We had made the mistake of splitting up. My prison was not entirely dissimilar to this place, although it was considerably easier to see things in. I can only assume that Belial is making things this dark as a means to an end.” V was admittedly nonplussed in regards to the pitch black environment that he found himself in. There was nothing likeable about how things were turning out for them thus far. “You could walk to the very edge of the area, and then you simply bounced back to the place where it had all started…”
He paused for a moment, frozen in place and thoroughly confused. Sirrus motioned for him to continue, clearly concerned. The young summoner collected himself and continued. “The first night that I was back… I had a dream. Or, at least I think it was a dream. It looked just like this place. I thought that this place was somehow connected to my… “ he trailed off, gesturing towards his tattoos in lue of stating out loud what he meant. Sirrus took the hint, giving him a concerned look. “For the first two times that I was unconscious after my return, I came to a place like this. Now I can only wonder if this is the same place that I recovered them from. And either way, do you think that the same approach I took towards getting out of Malpahs’s trap would work against Belial’s illusion?”
Sirrus seemed to consider his partner’s words for a few moments, thoroughly racking his brain in an attempt to come up with a satisfactory answer to that question. Failing that, he shrugged nebulously, wishing that he had something more profound to say, but willing to admit that he didn’t have all the answers. As much as he would have liked to not have to tell V that he wasn’t sure, he would be lying if he said he was. “To my understanding, basically every illusion of this sort works like that. Once you reach the edge of the boundary wall, you will always “reset” back at the beginning. In our case, that would be the exit and the entrance, which we could very well be heading towards or away from. Either way, we would end up there eventually. Well, that is if Belial doesn’t crush us both to death first. That’s always a possibility.”
A reedy cough escaped Sirrus’s lungs as he wiped his hand across his before clearing this throat and sighing heavily. Shuddering in obvious discomfort, he looked up at the young man that Belial was after. One could only guess as to his motivations for doing something like that, but far be it that he would ever try and understand the machinations of a devil prince. V got the impression that his companion was probably trying to conceal a more grievous injury than he was letting on. “I get the impression that your worse off than you look.”
Nodding, Sirrus attempted to stand again, this time not ignoring V’s offer to assist him. While he hoped that he would not cause the young white haired summoner to fall over and hurt himself, it was the path of least resistance in regards to standing up before continental drift eventually led to the reformation of Pangea. They didn't have that kind of time. “You would be correct. I’m somewhat sure that I have several broken ribs at this point. It’s unfortunate, but it is far from the first time that I’ve had something like this happen to me. You get used to it.”
While he didn’t doubt that, the youngest descendant of Sparda was admittedly concerned for his health. A wound like that was no laughing matter. If one of his ribs punctured an organ or pierced a lung, he could easily die, and that was the last thing that V wanted right now. To see the look on Magnolia’s face if he had to tell her what had happened to her nephew… he sincerely hoped to never have to experience that. And that was to say nothing of the fact that he simply didn’t wish that kind of pain and suffering on his companion. He had done nothing to him to merit that kind of thing, not that deserving it had much to do with it.
“But regardless, I think that we should go. I would not like to continue being his prisoner.” V said calmly, helping to steady Sirrus as he clambered to his feat. His balance seemed to be slightly unsteady as he adjusted his posture, clearly uncomfortable but unwilling to allow it to keep him down. As much as he didn’t like it, there was no time for him to lick his wounds and attempt to better manage his less than stellar condition. He could do that after they were safe, and they were far from it where they were right now.
“Neither would I. Let’s get out of here. I don’t like cat and mouse games at the best of times.” Sirrus sighed, turning in what he assumed to be the direction of the edge of the illusion boundary. Even as powerful as Belial was, he liked to believe that he wasn’t powerful enough to make an illusion that was too much larger than this. If he was, then they stood even less of a chance than he had originally thought. “Catch and release is only alright when I’m the one doing the hunting.”
Everything within their vicinity began to shudder, the atmosphere around them changing as the very air they breathed seemed to press down on them, making them short of breath. A potent sense of undeniable anxiety overtook them as, from the depths of the darkness, a low, maniacal chuckle echoed off of the walls and a set of five familiar but unwelcome eyes opened just a short distance from them. Dread hit them like a brick wall as they realized that they were no longer alone. Belial had returned. They needed to act. Fast.
“Oh nestling… I think it’s a bit too late for that.”
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Ok, so this is really funny, but I have fallen asleep at least three times working on this chapter! I started it on monday, then fell asleep. Got about two pages done, then fell asleep again. Tried to get something done yesterday, but I was busy. And guess what: I fell asleep again! IDK what’s wrong with me! Trying to adjust my sleep schedule is strange.
In regards to an update on the books: The final edits are done, and the cover art is in the process of being created! I got to see the first outline yesterday, and so far, it is BEAUTIFUL! I have a feeling that those of you who frequent Tumblr might recognize the artist…
Due to legal reasons (you can’t sell fanfiction, even for charity purposes. Not that I was trying to sell it in the first place since I wasn’t taking payment. But still!) I can’t take direct payment for a fic, so what I’m going to do instead is open my kofi account, and if you’d like to help me cover the cost of shipping and creating the books, you can buy me a ko-fi as a “tip” in support of my overall work. I’ll post a chart with the cost of each book type and the cost to ship to each country to give you something to work off of, but either way, it’s optional!
There will be more details on there as soon as I get them worked out, but even if you don’t donate to my ko-fi, I encourage you to find a charity that you care about, and give them something. At the end of the day, that’s what I wanted to do with this fic donation idea! Once I have the book samples, I’ll get you a link of good charitable causes that you can donate to or just spread the word about! Pay it forward, and all that XD See you next Wednesday!
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.&. ACTIVIDADES PARA LA TRAMA .&.
4tr. ( Junio de 2020 )
Pocos minutos después de que las bombas fueron detonadas y que las vidas de Chandra y Kabeli hayan sido arrebatadas de una forma tan cruel, ante ti aparecen sensates que perdieron la batalla y que de alguna forma estuvieron conectados contigo. Cómo recuerdas que fue en vida verlos o cómo sería haberte encontrado con ellos antes de que sus vidas fueran terminadas, es la visión ¿o conexión? Que aparece frente a ti. La razón de que esté ocurriendo no es algo que logres saber.
Palabras abandonan sus labios, te dicen que dejes de luchar, que no hay escapatoria, Whispers te alcanzará como lo hizo con él/ella. Estás acorralado es lo que te dice, no hay manera de huir ¿ Para que luchar ? Es momento de rendirse…
La muerte tan reciente de Chandra y Kabeli aún pesa, se siente demasiado cercana, y puede que el temor de ser alcanzados como ellos esté presente ¿ Eso te hará rendirte cómo te lo están diciendo o te hace tomar fuerza para continuar ? ¿ Vas a dejar de luchar o lucharás hasta tu último aliento ?
Lo único que queda claro es que el tiempo parece agotarse y que no es seguro permanecer en donde en lo que queda del evento.
Posibles dudas…
x. ¿Hasta cuando tengo tiempo de participar en la actividad? Esta actividad durará del 21 al 27 de junio.
x. ¿Dónde puedo situar a mi personaje? Si tu personaje ha decidido asistir, se puede situar en cualquier momento del caos, después de que los explosivos fueron detonados. Esta actividad es inmediatamente después de lo que se estuvo roleando en la actividad previa.
Si tu personaje no tomó la invitación, se puede rolear la actividad a partir de conexiones.
x. ¿A quién de los fallecidos puede ver mi personaje? La elección queda en el usuario, siempre recordando que pueden ser los compañeros de clan que han fallecido previamente o incluso algún otro sensate que hayan conocido antes y haya muerto. En el caso de Gezellig y Ubuntu que no tienen compañeros que hayan muerto; Gezellig puede mirar a alguno de los miembros fallecidos de Hiraeth (al ser hijos de la misma madre sensorial) y Ubuntu puede mirar a Chandra, Kabeli, Adrián, Asier, a los fallecidos de Mangata o bien también a un sensate que hayan conocido antes y falleciera (Ejemplo: Padre, madre).
x. ¿Cómo se roleará la actividad?… Puede ser mediante conexiones sino se encuentran en el mismo espacio o bien de manera física. La otra persona con la que se encuentre el sensate no sabrá a quién está mirando este, ni lo que ha dicho, pero tiene libertad para comentarlo.
x. A parte de responder starters… ¿Puedo crear una convo privada / párrafo con otro personaje? Sí, si se ponen de acuerdo pueden abrir paras entre dos personajes o hasta multiparas. Solo les pedimos que no se centren únicamente en ellos y roleen tanto convos privadas como responder starters.
· Más información…
x. El starter tag : sensatestarter. Les recordamos y pedimos que, por favor, no ignoren a nadie. Cuántos más starters respondan y más interacciones tengan, más fácil será en el futuro rolear con todos los personajes.
x. Para que no haya confusión, deberán de colocar en el título o en el inicio del post “ EVERYTHING’S NOT LOST ”
Para cualquier duda, no dudéis en acudir al main. ¡Gracias!
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Celebrating Dilys Elwyn Edwards’ talent at Pontio
A celebration of an acclaimed composer by some of the biggest names in Welsh culture will take place this Saturday, 27 April 7.30pm at Pontio, Bangor.
Taking part in the evening of poetry and song at Theatr Bryn Terfel will be the soprano Elin Manahan Thomas and the National Poet of Wales, Ifor ap Glyn, as well as Bangor University Chamber Choir. An arrangement of a specially-commissioned sonnet will be performed by Elin for the first time on the evening as a tribute to Dilys Elwyn-Edwards, composed by Ifor ap Glyn and set to music by Geraint Lewis.
Born in Dolgellau, Dilys Elwyn-Edwards studied the craft of composition alongside the English composer Herbert Howells, before spending most of her life in Caernarfon, where she produced a small collection of intricate vocal compositions. Amongst these were ‘Caneuon Gwynedd’ (Gwynedd Songs) and Caneuon y Tri Aderyn (Songs of the Three Birds), all arrangements of poems by some of Wales’ foremost poets, including R. Williams Parry, T. Gwyn Jones, Dic Jones, Gwyn Thomas and Saunders Lewis.
Elen ap Robert, Pontio’s artistic director, said “This concert, at the end of a year of celebrations to mark what would have been Dilys Elwyn-Edwards’ 100th birthday, are a special tribute to her talent, and it’s appropriate that this takes place in Bangor, since she was a piano tutor in the School of Music at Bangor University for a number of years. It’s also appropriate to include one of Professor Gwyn Thomas’ poems as part of the programme, along with the voices of Bangor University’s Chamber Choir.”
“Dilys Elwyn-Edwards and her songs have been with me since I can remember: 6 Chân i Blant (6 Songs for Children) and Caneuon y Tri Aderyn (Songs of the Three Birds) attracted me to her, and then somehow she was always there. As a young singer settling in Felinheli at the beginning of the nineties, the pleasure of getting to know her, and then the honour of her composing ‘Dwy Gân i Fair (Two Songs for Mary) especially for me, is something I will treasure forever. It’s a pleasure to invite one that possesses a light, flexible and beautiful voice, the soprano Elin Manahan Thomas, to perform a selection of her songs here in Theatr Bryn Terfel.
The concert will focus not only on the songs, but also on the poems set to music by Dilys Elwyn-Edwards, her choice of poets and her talent in creating such evocative images and atmosphere throughout her work. To this end, Ifor ap Glyn will read one of Cerddi’r Tymhorau (Poems of the Seasons), Dywed Fair (Tell Me Mary), Caneuon Natur (Nature’s Songs), Caneuon y Tri Aderyn (Songs of the Three Birds) and others, and tell a few stories about the poets she set to music, and her relationship with them. Closing the evening will be a performance of the sonnet in tribute to Dilys Elwyn-Edwards, arranged by a close friend, Geraint Lewis.
Elen ap Robert added, “As it happens, the sonnet that gave her the greatest difficulty was Hiraeth y Môr (The Longing of the Sea), which of course became one of her most well-known songs. It’s fitting therefore that we commissioned Ifor ap Glyn to write in this form to remember Dilys. It’s also fitting that a very close friend of hers, Geraint Lewis, provided the music for these words – and that the song is performed by a soprano who only last year released a selection of her songs on CD.
“We look forward to this very special event as a tribute to a unique and very talented woman. We owe a great debt of gratitude to her as a generation of Welsh singers, and now it’s time for the next generation to experience the same delight and be enchanted by Dilys Elwyn-Edwards’ talent.”
Dathlu Dawn Dilys Elwyn-Edwards
Theatr Bryn Terfel, Pontio, Bangor
Saturday 27th April, 7.30pm
Tickets £14/£12 over 60/£5 students and under 18
Available from www.pontio.co.uk or 01248 38 28 28
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Languages I dream in
Dear Diary,
I’ve been walking through and reading in marketplaces today. I walk with my bag of books, through the crowds of women, with their linen dresses stained with sweat, as they navigate small corridors filled with stalls carrying jewelry and knickknacks, yards of silk rolling out onto feet nestled in khussas. (a kind of shoe) A space I’m definitely allowed, but have never wandered alone and I think that’s partly what I wanted from this project to wander the city and to brave its risks, alone. The other part had to do with finding a language to work through my problems, that’s what this diary was for.
“What language do you dream in?”
The question haunts me as I walk through a bazaar (marketplace), winding down its paths to get to the middle, wading through its sea of noise. A question that Sara Suleri posed in an interview she gave at the Karachi Literature Festival. I stumble upon the uneven ground. The chorus of cumin, turmeric, chili powder mixes with the sights of sprigs of coriander in calloused hands, blue and white flowers on a dupatta, battered old books, and banana leaves in empty crates. The bazaar lives through its rhythm of cacophonous disorder.
I wonder which language I dream in, as I buy berries and cheap necklaces, shifting from English to Urdu but stumbling over the words, never having mastered the cadences of either language. I know my dreams are dominated by imagery, there is less sound, but when I do speak it’s in English, ordinarily. I remember a dream I had once where I had a forked tongue. I was at the bottom of an ocean bed, watching filtered light fall upon the floor in waves itself. I wanted to say something but I couldn’t find the words at first, then half-formed words started to well up in my throat, and half-formed words travelled outwards splitting my tongue as syllabi from Urdu and English spewed forth. I couldn’t remember which syllabi, but they emerged as bulbs of light and I held them in my palms with adamic reverence as the ocean fell away.
I wonder if that is what my tongue is, split into two, always searching for words and knowing them, somehow, waiting for someone to unearth the vanished tongues someone ripped from my body, because they are gone for a reason. The British Raj had something to do with it. The neocolonial present has a little to do with it; the slurs on the streets of Brooklyn, the high-pitched laughs of Valley girls, the demureness of a late evening Manhattan conversation, are all stamped into the national imagination of a country that is millions of miles away.
I think of this as I walk under the tents, their patchwork mimicking the tracery of leaves on an oak. I think of this and then I think of Arundhati Roy’s “The God of Small Things” where “Chacko told the twins that, though he hated to admit it, they were all Anglophiles. They were a family of Anglophiles. Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps because their footprints had been swept away.” I have been reading her essays, watching her calculate the algebra of infinite justice and wondering about empire and injustice and my forked tongue born from the remnants of a colonial past.
I think of how a foreign history washes over like a flood over the footprints of an entire civilization and those stuck in the present, unable to trace back their roots, sweep away inch by inch the imprints of languages they used to know with whispers of Joyce, of Shakespeare, of Elliot, of Woolf. Their writings are not any less beautiful, but they take the place of the forgotten, it is the case of one language overtaking others, it is the case of the 27 languages that are endangered in this nation, it is the case of historical erasure.
Where there were a people free from the white man’s civilizing burden, where there was actually a civilization, now there is dust and smoke and rot. Ghosts of a civilization long gone whisper our history, but the anglophile’s mind that we inherited with the white man’s burden when we had been made up properly in his image, when the brown, beaten-down back stood erect and white and in a three-piece suit, we lost our ability to hear them.
I think of how I can’t seem to find the words to tell the man who sold me berries how beautiful I find his stall, with its bursts of color, with its beets and guavas and cucumbers reaching out to the sun. And I think of how this is another form of immobility, that we are trained as upper-middle class women to speak English well, to be the paragons of what is believed to be sophistication because we are not expected to, nor must we ever, interact with those who speak other home-grown tongues. We’re meant to sit at home or go to university abroad. We don’t need to converse with peasants in this multi-lingual metropolis. And somehow, over the years I felt like I’ve been losing something, maybe an identity or a history or too. It’s funny how being at a loss for words can signify a greater loss. I walk through a neighborhood and spot a tree with yellow flowers dangling from vines. I do not know its name. And I feel frustration, but also a familiarity, like I’ve been through this before. Hiraeth, the search for things one doesn’t seem to have known before but is always known in some measure. I suppose that is it, that’s what this search for an unknown name is.
But it’s about more than a nameless tree, more a matter of a language-less generation and as Roy says, “the humiliation of being able to change almost nothing, and of seizing upon the almost which then leads to another impasse.”
I think of the dream of the forked tongue and then I think of worse kinds of violence I think of silence amidst the roar of traffic around me as cars whiz by. I think of silence where before there were Brahmani chants. Echoing through another night calling to another sea. I think of the silence of empty lands where cities stood but have now burnt into bones. I think of a crescendo of voices rising towards the sky, and I think of their shadows fading into the sun, I think of them taking flight, and then I think of bodies falling like flies.
-H.
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ALL OF THE ASKS
babe pls1. have you ever been in love?Yes. Definitely.2. what are your favourite colours and why?I rlly like reds and blues, also mint green and purples!3. who was the last person you held hands with?Probs Rebecca4. what is your zodiac sign?Leo!5. how many times have you read your favourite book?hm...6-7 times I think?6. what are your favourite films?SHIT um idk feel good movies I guess???7. what kind of weather do you like?rainy!!!!!!!!8. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?yes.9. what kind of weather represents who you are as a person?light rain, pattering on a tin roof.10. what’s your favourite animal?CATS or capybaras!!11. what is your favourite song right now?anything from Hamilton tbh12. what is your favourite song of all time?"On the Wing" by Owl City13. do you like sunny days or rainy days better?rainy!!14. have you ever been heartbroken?yes15. what does the perfect kiss feel like?warm. actually, it doesn't matter, as long as it's with you.16. what is your favourite poem?idk??? rip17. who are you most inspired by?Lin Manuel-Miranda tbh18. are you spiritual?not rlly19. what is your favourite plant?cacti!! all kinds of cacti and succulents20. what is your favourite feeling?warmth and love21. what is your favourite word?"hiraeth" - wanting to return to a home that does not exist or you can't return to, "limerence" - the state of being infatuated with another, typically involuntary, for when one desires their feelings to be reciprocated.22. are you an artist?not in the slightest23. what is your favourite flower?dahlia!24. are you happy?for the most part, yes.25. what are you thinking about right now?how much of a NERD YOU ARE26. what emotion do you feel most often?happiness.27. what is your favourite season?summer!28. are you in a relationship?yes 💕29. are you an introvert or extrovert?introvert30. do you prefer the moon or the stars?the stars.31. what is your favourite scent?ooo idk?? probs vanilla32. where do you feel most at home?in my own bed tbh33. what scares you the most?life beyond death34. do you believe in soulmates?yes35. what is your favourite thing about yourself?nothing lol36. what is the nicest compliment you’ve received?idk?? aaaa all of the ones you give me are so nice37. who is your favourite music artist?owl city!!38. what was your first kiss like?great at the time now terrible39. are you a sensitive person?yeah40. when was the last time you cried?today41. do you believe that love can last forever?it can. sometimes it won't.42. what do you think happens to us when we die?reincarnation.43. have you ever broken someone’s heart?probably44. what do you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night?being with you.45. do you believe in aliens?YES46. what is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?loved me.47. do you find it hard to trust?nope48. are you secretive?not rlly49. what colour are your eyes?Gray50. do you have a nickname?"matt", "mad hatter", "cutie", "babe"
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All qs for my cowgirlfriend
1. Their age?
19.
2. Their sexuality/sexual preference?
She’s a rootin’, tootin’, girl-smoochin’ lesbian.
3. Any siblings/Only child?
She has one baby brother who she would die for.
4. Their favourite season?
This girl adores autumn. It’s nice and cool when she’s out working, and it’s harvest season for all the ranchers and farmers around.
5. Who were/are their parents/guardians?
She lives with her mama and papa, both respectable dwarf folk.
6. Their gender?
Female.
7. Their date of birth?
Fantasy April 17th.
8. What clothing style?
Think “Wild West cowgirl,” and you’ve basically got it. Everything from the hats to the boots, she’s got on a daily basis. She tries to keep her clothes loose and practical for work, and she tends to really like lighter colors, especially sky blues. When she gets to the modern era, you know she’s gonna be a flannel lesbian 100%.
9. What is their favourite food after a break-up?
There’s nothing quite as satisfying as her mama’s cornbread, and Wynnie has definitely indulged herself on it after a break-up.
10. Their favourite thing to do after a break-up?
Go for a really, really long ride out in the hills so she can just forget about her problems for a while. Then she’d come home and spill all of her feelings to her mother, who would soothe her and wipe away Wynnie’s tears and sing to her to calm her down.
11. What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character?
Every single person she meets will know immediately who her girlfriend is, because she will introduce them as such, putting as much emphasis on my girlfriend as possible. She’ll also dote on her girlfriend constantly, especially if it means getting to cook meals for her. And if there’s one thing Wynnie is never scared of, it’s physical affection— there will be so much hand holding and cuddling and smooching, her girlfriend won’t know what to do with it all.
12. How many serious relationships have they been in?
Two, neither very remarkable in hindsight, but when she loves someone, she loves deeply and wholly. She just hasn’t met the right someone to love yet.
13. What is their nationality?
She’s a dwarf from the inner region of Hiraeth.
14. What languages do they speak?
Common, Dwarvish, and Goblin.
15. What is their profession/Education?
She’s a rancher like her parents, and proud of it, too. Her family’s whole livelihood comes from what they can produce off their land. She’s been homeschooled, for the most part, though there are a few community schools that she attended every now and again when she was a kiddo.
16. Their favourite comfort food?
Strawberry shortcake, all home-grown and homemade, of course.
17. What’s a food they hate?
Eggplant. She honestly has nothing against the taste, it just looks like a giant purple dick, and she doesn’t want to put that in her mouth.
18. Their music taste?
You bet your ass this girl loves country music above all else. Swing music is also a favorite, and she will absolutely go dancing with anyone.
19. Is there a story behind their name/meaning?
There’s no story behind her first name that she’s aware of, but she likes to joke that her nickname is Wynnie because she loves horses so much.
20. Something they do that seems childish to others?
She tends to be a little overly bubbly sometimes, which can translate into a level of optimism that others find impractical. She also tends to be rather loud, and never quite learned the concept of an “inside voice.”
21. What is their all-time favourite TV show?
She’d absolutely love Western shows like Longmire. And she’d point out everything that was inaccurate in them about rancher life.
22. What is their all-time favourite movie?
Surprisingly, it’d be the Emperor’s New Groove. No horses, just llamas.
23. How big is their family?
In her household, it’s her, her parents, her grandfather, and her baby brother. Their ranch has been under her family’s name for generations.
24. Are they close to anyone specific in the family?
She’s closest to her mother and her brother. She likes to think her brother looks up to her as a role model.
25. Have they got any allergies?
Thankfully, no. She spends enough time around a lot of different allergens that her body’s able to handle them. Besides, dwarves are hardy.
26. Are they an emotional person?
Not particularly. She’s usual just in a constant state of “cheerful,” but she’s got a big heart and easily empathizes with other people’s emotions.
27. Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly?
If you wrong her or her friends, you better fucking believe she’s going to pile drive your ass into the ground. And she’ll smile while she does it.
28. What are some of their guilty pleasures?
Using her family’s sheep as pillows when she gets tired during the day and needs a nap, threatening greasy men at the local saloons with her whip, fawning over cute girls (especially cute girls with red cloaks and cats named Echo).
29. Do they have pets? Do they want pets?
She lives on a ranch. She has so many pets she doesn’t know what to do with them all.
30. Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids?
She adores kids, and absolutely wants her own someday. Right now she’s thinking two would be good.
31. Who’s cuddle buddy are they?
At the moment, she’s her brother’s cuddle buddy. He always comes to her if he needs anything, especially if he gets scared in the middle of the night.
32. Do they have any tattoos?
Nope, though she wouldn’t be opposed to getting one someday.
33. Do they have any piercings?
Nah, they’d just get in the way.
34. What is their hair colour? Is it their natural colour?
Black, and it’s her natural color.
35. Do they like musicals?
She’d get a kick out of musicals if she had the chance to see them.
36. Do they like marmite?
She’s willing to try anything at least once, but marmite might be a little much even for her.
37. Do they like glitter?
She never really has any glitter to play around with, but she wouldn’t mind it. She’s used to being at least a little dirty, so a glitter mess wouldn’t be a problem.
38. Do they believe in the supernatural?
She’s a bit of a skeptic, especially when it comes to things like ghosts and the like.
39. Have they ever seen a dead body?
Nope, and she frankly hopes she never does.
40. Have they ever had a near-death experience?
Thankfully her life has been free of deadly situations up until this point. Unless you count the time her horse almost kicked her in the face. She did see her life flash before her eyes then.
41. Have they ever broken a bone?
She did fall off her horse and break her arm once. Shit happens when you’re around large animals all the time.
42. What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they?
She’s a very boisterous, playful drunk. She will do pretty much anything anyone tells her to, and she will definitely be the life of the party.
43. Have they ever drunk underage?
A little mulled mead after a long day’s work never hurt anyone.
44. What is the first thing they do when they wake up?
She’s usually up at the crack of dawn, and she takes care of her morning chores before she does anything else.
45. Do they consider themselves popular?
Mildly so. She tends to get along with a fair number of people in her hometown, and she makes friends easily.
46. How do they like their tea/coffee?
She’s not much of a coffee drinker, but she likes her tea iced with a bit of lemon.
47. What do they smell like?
Hay, dirt, sweat (if she’s been working), firewood, and underneath it all, a hint of apples.
48. Are they a virgin?
Nah, but she’s not exactly a sex expert, either.
49. Do they wear glasses/contacts?
She wears glasses for reading sometimes.
50. Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc?
Fairly so, birthdays more than anything else. Especially if it’s for people she cares about.
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