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softagenda · 10 months

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favors amongst friends (kuras)

kuras x reader(f)

injury / interlude in the clinic

originally posted on ao3

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He must have noticed the lights on, and yet Kuras still strode undaunted into the examination room. His gaze alighted on you immediately, and a gentle smile curled his full lips. “Ah, my favorite patient.”

You smiled back, a little sheepish. “Your most consistent one, at least.”

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The clinic was cold and quiet when you slipped inside through the back door, lockpicks stowed safely in your coat pocket. As you shook off drops of rain from your hood and dropped it on the coat stand, the lantern on the counter sparked to life, filling the room with a white, clean glow.

The stool where the good doctor usually perched sat empty. You tugged at the doorknob to his office, found it firmly locked, and listened at the hinge of the door for a moment. No soft shuffle of papers, no dainty chimes of bottles kissing as concoctions passed between them.

He’s out, then.

You hesitated, before inspecting the gash on your arm. A soulless had taken a cut of flesh on your return to Eridia, nearly catching the bag of valuable potions ingredients you’d brought back to sell. There were a couple things in there that you thought Kuras might be interested in buying: thalus roots, spotted sunshrooms, a particularly thick undu stem that could be stored and siphoned from for months before it’d run out. You’d intended to trade treatment for a discounted rate, but perhaps you should try your luck elsewhere.

Distaste hollowed your stomach at the thought. The local clinics had a habit of prying whenever you’d been forced to visit, finding excuses to try and remove the bandages wrapped around your hands.

Kuras never pried. As patient and steadfast as a saint, he would wait, golden eyes soft and alluring, an effortless grace that seemed to coax others to open themselves up like flowers to the sun.

Though you’d rather seek treatment here, you might be short on time. Blood continued to drip sluggishly from the wound and, from within the open gash, the muscle and tissue inside seemed to be darkening, pink flesh graying like rot.

Poison or a curse, you couldn’t be sure.

Just as you prepared to shrug your coat on and brave the storm, the front door opened with a tingle of bells.

You smiled back, a little sheepish. “Your most consistent one, at least.”

“How may I assist you this evening?” he inquired graciously, his hand gesturing toward the exam bench.

You huffed under your breath before placing one boot on the stepstool and lifting yourself onto the edge, the sheet crinkling under you. You looked him over as he turned toward the counter and swept a few papers neatly into a leather book.

Kuras had clearly been out in the storm for some time. Rain had soaked into his hair and coat, the edges dripping fast onto the tiled floor. His long mane of hair stuck wetly to the coat, a few curling locks caught in the gilded plates of his coat. His face looked dewy soft, his fan of lashes thicker with moisture. Drops trailed perilously slow down his thick neck, skirting the edge of that high collar.

Heat pooled in your stomach, a strange restlessness harrying your limbs.

You cleared your throat and glanced down. “Ran into a soulless on my way back today. Turns out, not all dark, mysterious strangers are happy to see me,” you quipped.

“A fault on their part, I assure you.” He approached and leaned over you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over your lap. “May I?”

“Will I need to strip down this time, doctor?” You asked, striving for innocence but struggling to keep your mouth from trembling into a smile.

“Rolling up your sleeve should suffice, from a medical standpoint,” he replied smoothly, as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. His golden eyes narrowed in mirth. “Though I certainly wouldn’t be opposed.”

Flushing slightly, you tugged your sleeve to your elbow and offered it up. As he craned his neck to inspect the wound, a couple raindrops fell to your skin.

Kuras frowned. He straightened up and murmured, “just a moment.” Two strides of his long legs later, he had vanished into the back room. A moment of silence passed before he returned.

You sucked in a quick breath.

The massive, white coat that draped his form was gone.

Smooth, coffee skin was laid bare on his shoulders. His sleeves cinched around his biceps with gold cuffs, the fabric thin and see-through to the forearm before wrapped in flowing white silk. His hair, before flowing freely down his back, had been tied back simply with a leather thong.

He looked so different in that moment - so much more open and unguarded and tangible - for all that he’d only bared his shoulders, that the sight took your breath away.

“My apologies for the lack of courtesy and the delay,” he said, producing a clean towel from his pocket and dabbing carefully at the spot where the raindrops landed.

“Kuras, you’ve sewn this same arm back onto my body,” you said with a short laugh, still grappling for equilibrium. “You could drip acid on it, and I’d still be grateful.”

His brow furrowed more. “While there are valid applications of acidic substances, I would consider them a last resort.” He folded the slightly damp side of the towel inward before using the folds to carefully hold your arm and inspect the injury. “It would be most abhorrent to risk tarnishing your skin.”

A flutter of feathers stirred in your stomach. Still, you joked with an edge of bitterness, “Yes, my precious, corpse gray skin that drives people to insanity. Can’t risk that, or I’ll never trap a partner.”

Kuras paused. He looked down solemnly at you through his fan of lashes, the gold of his gaze molten and bright. “Beauty lies within the eye of the beholder,” he replied, his voice low and achingly gentle. “You have always been beautiful in my eyes.”

The intensity of him - his voice, his gaze, the way his body seemed to curl around you, a shield against what would harm you - each word genuine and strong, as though he spoke a undeniable truth of the world, cut you to your core.

Your head turned, eyes lowered, flinching against it even as your chest grew warm and full.

For a long moment, you struggled to reply, your jaw clenched tight as your heart pounded in your chest.

Kuras seemed to sense, as he always did, the riotous feelings inside you, because the next moment he had retreated to the counter and begun pulling various ingredients from the shelf, his head lowered to give you a moment of privacy.

The gratitude that welled up inside you threatened to boil up through your throat, tears stinging at the back of your eyes.

“There does appear to be a venomous residue within the wound,” he murmured, deep and scholarly in tone, his mien serene as a moonlit pond. “I have encountered a similar substance before with other patients. Certain species of soulless grow mutations that secrete toxins into the bloodstream of prey, in their claws or fangs, not unlike the parotid salivary glands of snakes.”

You listened quietly as the frantic race of your heart settled, letting his velvet voice lull the storm inside you. Rain pitter-pattered against the window and battered the roof above, occasionally subsumed under a rumble of thunder.

Calmed once more, you faced him again, your gaze lingering.

Without the coat, his large, willowy form was in full view: his broad back tapering to a slender waist, prim ass, and impossibly long legs. Dark, curly hair trailed down his back, still wet and soaking into his silk shirt. The lamplight shone around him, tracing his body in an edge of white light even as his shadow encompassed the room.

His head turned, the gold hoops at his ears sparkling, and surveyed you for a quick moment before gliding closer. In one hand was a bowl of smooth dark green paste, in the other fresh bandages. He set them on a metal table by the exam table by a bowl of clean water and a pile of cloth before reaching within a box and withdrawing a pair of white silk gloves.

As he perched on the stool, his body leaned into your space. Heat rolled off him, as though he had swallowed a star.

“We will apply this poultice for now, monitor for infection, and then reconvene to sew the wound closed.” Kuras pulled on the silk gloves and, after a quick, searching look of your face, took your arm in hand and began cleaning the wound.

You held still and breathed through the pain - at times a dull ache, others pinching and acute. Rinsing the wound brought searing heat that had your teeth clenching tight, trapping any sound that attempted to escape up your throat.

The doctor’s treatment, from the outside, looked more like a dance than medical practice. He did not coddle or cajole, nor castigate or belittle, as was the style of other doctors you’d seen - instead, Kuras worked with utter silence and composure, all of that overwhelming intensity focused on the task at hand. Each movement was efficient, graceful, and imbued with an exquisite gentleness that would endear even the worst of enemies to him.

Each dab of poultice like the brush of a master painter. Each stitch into flesh the weaving of a master dressmaker.

Poetry in motion. Medical practice envisioned in art form.

The treatment seemed to pass quickly and effortlessly. One moment you were gripping the side of the exam table as he smoothed the creamy poultice over the wound, the next your inflamed, gray skin had been wrapped comfortably in fresh bandages.

“How does that feel?” Kuras inquired, removing the gloves with a small flourish.

“Good as new, doc,” you replied with a sigh.

He smiled, his eyes thinning with pleasure.

“Excellent. Then your next priority should be a good night’s rest.” His large hand curled around the side of your arm, his palm feverishly hot even through the thick bandage. “Allow me to escort you back to the Wick.”

He rose from the stool and began to pack away the poultice bowl and bandages.

Your left hand replaced his, holding that fading heat to your skin for a little longer, as your gaze wandered to the window. Rain continued to batter the window panes, the sky outside an endless abyss.

It was tempting to ask if, rather than venture out in the pelting rain, you could remain there, in the clean, cozy atmosphere of the examination room. You could lie back on the exam table, draw your cloak (or his) over your body for added warmth. You’d bet all the coin in your purse that you’d sleep like the dead.

But you couldn’t intrude on his hospitality any more than you already had. Heavens knew you’d arrived in the middle of the night. You’d probably delayed his own well-earned rest before the next endless line of patients would arrive at his door at dawn.

“I’ve got some things for you,” you said, rising from the exam table to grab your satchel.

Kuras gave you a bemused look over his shoulder. “You know well that I require no payment for my services.”

“Not payment,” you denied, well used to this debate. “Favors amongst friends. You mentioned a few days ago that your stock was low on a few items.”

One thin, dubious brow rose, but he inspected the haul you offered from the satchel with the calculating interest of a man well-used to haggling in the market for prime ingredients. “I will purchase them from you.”

“They’re a gift,” you insisted.

Kuras’s eyes narrowed, his full lips frowning. “The value for the undu stem alone would fetch you a generous price. More than enough to lease a private residence in Lowtown.You cannot think me so crass as to take advantage of you in this way. ”

You hid a smirk. For all his manners and professional admiration for Leander, his quiet but strong dislike for your current accommodations grew more obvious by the day.

“Never,” you replied easily, adding, “Neither so crass as to thrice refuse a gracious gift from an appreciative friend.”

Kuras held your gaze for a moment before a cat-like smile curled across his lips. “I seem to have been out maneuvered.”

“Out mannered, more like.”

“Then I concede and accept your gifts with gratitude,” he said, his voice velvet smooth and mirthful. “I will endeavor to use them well.”

“Do as you will,” you quip. “Roast them for lunch, it’s your choice.” As long as they’ll be useful to you.

He took the ingredients with careful hands. The undu stem, which took you both hands and significant strength to lift, he took in one hand. He carried them into the office and stowed them away properly in glass containers before returning his coat draped over his arm.

“Shall we?”

You watched him take the shoulders of the coat in hand, preparing to sweep the heavy fabric over his back, before stopping him.

“Wait.” You hesitated, licking your lips. “Won’t that be uncomfortable? With your hair, I mean.”

Kuras paused, his eyes wide, before that gentle smile reappeared. “You need not concern yourself with me. We’ve only a short walk, after all.”

“It’ll get tangled, though.” An offer sat on the tip of your tongue, enticing enough to embolden you to speak it. “I could braid it for you.” You cleared your throat and fought the urge to stare down at your boots. “Nothing - nothing fancy, or anything. But it would help.”

“Your injury…” he trailed off, his brow furrowing.

“It’s fine, really. I’m not in any pain, and this would be - nothing.”

Kuras seemed to mull that over, his face inscrutable.

After a long, tortuous moment in which you wished you’d kept your mouth firmly shut and resolved to keep it shut for an eternity, Kuras nodded. “Then I accept.”

Your jaw dropped. “Really?”

“I must admit my surprise, but the prospect intrigues me.” That cat-like smile returned with a vengeance. “Unless you would like to rescind the offer? But surely, my friend, you’d never be so crass to do so.”

Oh, you -

Flushing hotly under your clothes, you squinted at him. “I seem to have been out-maneuvered.”

“Out-mannered, I believe, was the term you used, and just so.”

With an air of smug satisfaction and humor, Kuras draped his coat over the exam table, then crossed the room in two strides to withdraw an antique brush from a drawer. He perched once more on the stool, one golden eye glancing over his shoulder.

You take the brush, looking it over. It’s a beautiful piece, comprised of gold filigree and a stunning mother of pearl inlay on the back. The bristles were soft but firm, scratching lightly against your palm as you tested the feel. The gold handle was a cool, easy grip, its engraved markings depicting flowers, feathers, and what looked like an eye pressing against you through the veil of your bandages.

Gripping firmly, you surveyed the waterfall of dark hair in front of you, your heart beating fast.

With a fortifying breath, you gathered the heavy, silky length in your hands and started from the ends of his hair, stroking the brush as gently as possible. Despite how wet and woven the strands were, there were very few knots to tease out.

Kuras sat peaceably for several minutes, still as a statue in prayer, before he asked, “Have you done this for others?”

You paused, now smoothing the hair at the middle of his back. You thought about what to say for a moment, but the truth seemed easiest. “My mentor. She had long, red hair that would frizz at the slightest spit of rain. Every morning, since I was old enough, I would tie up her hair for her.” It had been a small but daily act of care that, with time and distance, you had eventually realized she never reciprocated.

He hummed softly but said nothing more.

When you reached his neck, your hands danced with delicate caution, holding his earrings out of the path of the brush. Kuras seemed to stiffen ever so slightly whenever your fingers brushed his skin, but soon relaxed back into his posture.

Once you had brushed smooth from the crown of his head to the dusky purple ends, you set the brush down on the exam table and began to braid.

A rhythm soon developed, your fingers twined the hair into five sections and began weaving them together, each pull drawing to the very tips of the hair to prevent bunching at the bottom. The movement was made effortlessly easy as the hair was still damp and content to be handled.

All the while, Kuras sat patiently, his hands clasped in his lap. When you finally reached the end of the braid, now well past his waist, he finally broke from his vigil and held a black leather tie from the crook of his finger.

You tied the braid securely before letting your hands smooth down the braid, testing for any loose sections. The braid itself looked immaculate: neat, tidy, his dark hair gleaming in the soft lamplight. “Is that comfortable?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. A heavy sigh followed, his shoulders drooping, before he rose to his feet. He turned around, his hand drawing the braid across his shoulder and inspecting the work.

Somehow, his face seemed different than only moments before. A tension you hadn’t known existed in his bearing had been smoothed out: his brow clear, his lips parted, those captivating golden eyes softer than you’d ever seen.

Then, he met your gaze, his musician’s hand stroking down the braid, and smiled. “Thank you. That was… truly an experience I will not soon forget.”

You froze, still caught, the world narrowed in on that single, sweet smile.

He draped the coat over his shoulders, showing particular care with his braided hair, before gliding forward. With a firm hand on your waist, the heat of him radiating through your clothes, Kuras coaxed you toward the back door.

“Now, let us step into the night.”

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a/n: thank you for reading!

#touchstarved reader fic #kuras x reader #kuras x mc #kuras touchstarved #touchstarved fanfic

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amazing-thailand · 7 months

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Nature is such an illustrious thing. At Khao Thalu Miti in Ratchaburi, those who brave the rugged hike will be rewarded with this kind of view.

Many thanks to IG : a.tirayu for this photo.

#AmazingThailand

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jullinh4x · 4 months

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Thalu Comics + @julli4x + Immegax + Mega Man Database!

#mega man #mega man oc #magical girls

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australianswag-comp · 1 year

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G'day, pick one.

Round 1

Bandit Heeler (Bluey) vs Jeff Wiggle (The Wiggles)

Blinky Bill (Blinky Bill) vs Nigel (Finding Nemo)

Monterey Jack (Chip n Dale) vs Agro (Agro's Cartoon Connection)

Kath Day-Knight (Kath & Kim) vs Alf Stewart (Home & Away)

Little J (Little J & Big Cus) vs Jack (KGB)

Duke the Dingo (Trouble Down Under) vs Em (Thalu)

Gobbledok (Smith's Chips) vs Jasmine (Total Drama)

Junkrat (Overwatch) vs Lucky Flynn (Upright)

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khushallgems · 1 year

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bigborger · 1 year

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Tales From Dwarf Fortress: The 420 Year old Lesbian Elf Mayor of Helmroot

“Rita” Thalu Shoveglossed, my beloved. She came to my fortress as a performer and, until just now, was the only person to petition to stay in my fortress and perform. After she became a citizen, she was appointed as the tavern keeper, and later became elected Mayor, and has been re-elected every year since. She had five children with men she never married, all of whom are dead now, and has been married three times to two women; On died, and the other she divorced and then re-married and is currently married to: Nithe Berryled. Nithe lives in the next fortress over and is a prolific writer, working and living at the largest library in the region. Rita herself is an established writer, having published two books. She is also a legendary +5 clothier and is working towards becoming a legendary axewoman, having had prior experience in dwarven military, though she’s never killed anyone. She also seems to be making moves on the Dwarven Queen, who also lives in my fortress, having rescued her from an injury she sustained after a polite disagreement with an elven diplomat over the amount of trees we’ve been cutting down (which is another story in and of itself). Rita lifted her up, suffered no loss to her movement, and carried her to the hospital, and the Queen was incredibly impressed. They see each other all the time since they’re in the same squad too, which Rita leads. I’m working on a real Cacame Awemedinade here, it feels like XD. We’ll see if this fortress can last to its tenth year, and if she actually manages to get up to legendary axe skill. (i also need to go play the steam release but hnnngnh i like my current setup and i don’t want to learn a new one)

#dwarf fortress #zach adams #tarn adams

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your-fave-is-bi · 1 year

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i know the dawning is over but im having thinky thoughts abt what my little fellas' type of cookies would be…

i think Helios would have a very warm flavor thingy. Maybe something with apple and cinnamon? Tried n true and classic and oftentimes, very sweet and comforting.

Thalu's would be smth with red berries, a type of sweet that leaves your fingers stained deep purple bc its a little messy to eat

Cerul has a fancy type of baked good. Mille-feuille with a lemon vanilla pudding.

Nico's would be Luikse wafels or speculoos

Bb would maybe have a very simple cookie, like a chocolate chip, with milk and dark chocolate...

Neyrha would be a special flavor combination, something spicy and refreshing, maybe with some mint? Finished off with some powdered sugar

Cedahn would have cream puffs, with a hint of spice in the pastry cream.

Sa'id might be a milkshake? A mix between two flavors, one classic and one newer maybe

Seyla's would be little gingerbread cookies, very cute

Dew would be something more savory than sweet, something that takes a while to make? With typical winter-associated spices

#personal tag #watch as i forget all of this again once dawning rolls around next year #Helios33 #thalu5 #cerul7 #bb2 #neyrha #cedahn #sa'id #seyla #Dew0 #i have a feeling im forgetting one of my kids but alas #I AM AND ITS NICO #nico10 #he had a very specific tag for him n his captain bf and i forgot orz

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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ok no one asked but here’s the list of people and their pronouns (so far) for flowering flame

rowan - he/they (no preference) elliott - it/its cyrus - he/him thalus - he/him damon - he/him elysia - they/she lavina - she/her aubry - she/her (but doesn’t really care if you use anything else) venatatus - they/he

#flowering flame #i need another tag for stuff that's just info #uh #flowering flame info #well im uncreative today so there we go

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schoenes-thailand · 3 months

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Bangkok: Royalisten und Aktivisten prahlten aufeinander - es kam zu einer Schlägerei

Am Samstag kam es vor einem Einkaufszentrum in Bangkok zu einer gewalttätigen Schlägerei, nachdem Royalisten mit Aktivisten konfrontiert wurden, die versuchten, eine Umfrage über königliche Autokolonnen durchzuführen. Der Vorfall begann kurz nachdem sich die Thalu Wang Gruppe und der Aktivist Tantawan Tuatulanon auf dem Skywalk an der Siam BTS-Station vor dem Siam Paragon versammelt hatten. Die Versammlung folgte einem Vorfall, bei dem Frau Tantawan und ein Kollege am Abend des 4. Februar vor einer königlichen Wagenkolonne mit der Hupe hupten. Sie versuchten auch, ein Polizeifahrzeug zu überholen, was von den Behörden kritisiert wurde und eine Anzeige bei der Polizei wegen Verursachung öffentlicher Unruhen erregte.

Die Veranstaltung am Samstag war im Voraus in den sozialen Medien angekündigt worden, und eine Gruppe, die sich Thai People Protecting the Monarchy nannte, war ebenfalls vor Ort. Als Frau Tantawan die Einzelheiten ihrer Tätigkeit erläuterte – und sich auch dafür entschuldigte, dass sie bei dem früheren Vorfall gefahren war –, fing die Pro-Palast-Gruppe an, sie anzuschreien, und es kam zu einem Gedränge und Gerangel zwischen den Anhängern beider Seiten. Polizisten und Beamte in Zivil aus Pathumwan, die zur Aufrechterhaltung von Ruhe und Ordnung eingesetzt worden waren, griffen sofort ein, jedoch ohne Erfolg. Ein Beamter begann, Frau Tantawan von ihren Kritikern wegzuführen, und sie leistete keinen Widerstand. Andere folgten ihr und schrien sie weiterhin an und machten mit ihren Handys Videos. „Rebellen raus!“ Einige schrien, als es zu weiterem Gedränge kam und von beiden Seiten Schläge ausgeteilt wurden. Irgendwann wurde ein Mann, der später als Arnon Klinkaew, Vorsitzender der Pro-Monarchie-Gruppe, identifiziert wurde, gesehen, wie er über ein Drehkreuz sprang, einen anderen Mann verfolgte und ihn in den Schwitzkasten nahm. Herr Arnon hat eine Reihe von Beschwerden wegen Majestätsbeleidigung gegen Aktivisten gemäß Abschnitt 112 des Strafgesetzbuchs eingereicht. Ein weiteres am Tatort aufgenommenes Video zeigt, wie ein Mann einem anderen Mann dreimal ins Gesicht schlägt. Der Zusammenstoß dauerte etwa 20 Minuten. Dies veranlasste die BTS-Mitarbeiter, Gate 4 zur BTS-Station und Gate 3, das zum Einkaufszentrum führt, zu schließen. Nach dem Chaos veranlasste Frau Tantawan ihre Gruppe, bei der Polizei von Pathumwan Anzeige gegen die pro-royalistische Gruppe zu erstatten. Letzterer reichte am selben Bahnhof auch Beschwerde gegen die Thalu Wang-Gruppe ein. Die Polizei musste die beiden Gruppen trennen und die Thalu-Wang-Seite drinnen und die anderen vor dem Bahnhof belassen, wo Absperrungen errichtet worden waren. Den Berichten zufolge erlitten einige Mitglieder der beiden Gruppen bei dem Zusammenstoß leichte Verletzungen. Frau Tantawan muss sich bereits mit einer Anklage nach Abschnitt 112 für eine von ihr im Jahr 2022 durchgeführte Umfrage konfrontiert sehen. Letztes Jahr traten sie und Orawan Phupong 52 Tage lang in einen Hungerstreik, um sich für die Freilassung von Personen einzusetzen, die wegen politischer Anschuldigungen inhaftiert waren. MFP verlangt nach kühleren Köpfen In einer ähnlichen Entwicklung hat die Move Forward Partei, die von ihren Gegnern als übermäßig sympathisch mit der Protestbewegung angesehen wird, eine kühlere Haltung auf beiden Seiten gefordert. Der stellvertretende Sprecher Karunphol Tiansuwan sagte, die Partei sei mit dem Hupen einer königlichen Wagenkolonne nicht einverstanden. Er sagte, die von den Behörden ergriffenen Verkehrskontrollmaßnahmen entsprächen der internationalen Praxis bei VIP-Autokolonnen und die Unannehmlichkeiten für Autofahrer seien minimal. Die Partei stellte außerdem klar, dass ihr Chefberater und früherer Vorsitzender Pita Limjaroenrat kein Bürge für die Freilassung von Frau Tantawan sei, wie einige Kritiker in Argumenten zur Unterstützung einer Ethikuntersuchung behauptet hatten. In einer Erklärung auf ihrem X-Konto erklärte die Partei, sie verstehe, dass die Äußerung von Frau Tantawan „vielen Bürgern Unbehagen bereiten könnte auch eine Debatte über die Grenzen der Meinungsäußerung ausgelöst hat“. Aber es hieß, politische Konflikte seien eine „unangenehme Realität“ in der thailändischen Gesellschaft. Darin wurde gefordert, „Raum für alle Parteien zu schaffen, um ausgereifte Lösungen zu finden und aktuelle Konflikte zu lösen, was notwendig ist, um Thailand so zu entwickeln, dass es mit der Welt mithalten kann“. Die Partei sagte auch, dass Frau Tantawan während ihres Hungerstreiks im vergangenen Jahr zunächst eine Freilassung auf Kaution beantragt hatte. Später zog sie diesen Antrag zurück, für den Herr Pita als Bürge fungiert hatte. Das Gericht gewährte ihr jedoch später aus gesundheitlichen Gründen eine Freilassung auf Kaution. / Bangkok Post Read the full article

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crouteann · 13 days

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finallyyyyy scanned my stuff from the past year including these old fatestrung sketches. im still really fond of the alinas and magnums agdhshhd

#sometimes i sketch thalu and he feels so alucard castlevania #which is fine.#thalu #alina ardenne #magnum ardenne #fatestrung #fin sketches

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rohanseoewe · 3 months

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Hefyd, mae angen stamp ffisegol neu bapur ar eich pasbort. Mae'r broses electronig hon a elwir hefyd yn eVisa neu Visa Electronig ar gyfer Fietnam ar gael i 80 o wledydd. Os ydych chi'n dod o un o'r gwledydd lwcus hyn, gallwch chi hepgor y ciw i wneud cais ar y Porth Ar-lein ar gyfer Fisa Fietnam. Gallwch dynnu'r llun o'ch ffôn symudol Vietnam Visa Application Online ac anfon e-bost atom os na allwch uwchlwytho. Bydd angen i chi gario pasbort gwreiddiol i'r maes awyr fel y gall y swyddogion mewnfudo yn y maes awyr stampio eich tudalen pasbort ar gyfer mynediad i Fietnam. Hefyd, rhaid i'ch pasbort fod yn ddilys am 180 diwrnod ar ddyddiad eich mynediad i Fietnam. Mae'r gwledydd canlynol yn gymwys ar gyfer Visa Ar-lein Fietnam aka eVisa Fietnam, Gwlad Belg, yr Iseldiroedd, India, Nauru, Portiwgal, Croatia, Rwsia, Sbaen, Ynysoedd Solomon, Qatar,

yr Almaen, Liechtenstein, yr Ariannin, Gwlad Pwyl, Gwlad Groeg, Awstralia, Brunei, yr Unol Daleithiau , Denmarc, Romania, Brasil, Malta, Bwlgaria, y Ffindir, Gwlad yr Iâ, Azerbaijan, Philippines, Saint Lucia, Iwerddon, Mecsico, Periw, Slofacia, Venezuela, Norwy, Georgia, Mongolia, Estonia, Slofenia, Lithwania, Colombia, Papua Gini Newydd, Serbia, Kazakhstan, Uruguay, Emiradau Arabaidd Unedig, Sweden, Korea, Armenia, Fiji, Montenegro, y Swistir, Andorra, Cuba, Latfia, Cambodia, Monaco, Canada, Seland Newydd, yr Eidal, Ffrainc, Lwcsembwrg, Ynysoedd Marshall, Vanuatu, Cyprus, Macedonia, Hwngari, Gweriniaeth Tsiec, Japan, San Marino, Bosnia a Herzegovina, Moldofa, Belarus, y Deyrnas Unedig, Panama, Awstria, Montserrat, Micronesia, Chile.

Government of Vietnam has introduced the simplest, quickest and easy method to apply for Vietnam Visa Online on this website. You can now fill out the Vietnam Visa Online Application Form from the luxury of your home without visiting Vietnam Embassy. Fill the form in couple of minutes, upload your face photograph and passport page and make payment online. After a few days you will receive vietnamse eVisa by email. You can visit the airport or seaport straight away without going to vietnamse Embassy. Also, there is on physical or paper stamp required on your passport. This electronic process also known as eVisa or Electronic Visa for Vietnam is available to 80 countries. If you are from one of these lucky countries,

you can skip the queue to apply on Online Portal for Vietnam Visa. You can take the photo from your mobile phone and email us if you cannot upload. You will need to carry original passport to the airport so that the immigration officers at the airport can stamp your passport page for entry into Vietnam. Also, your passport must be Vietnam Visa Application valid for 180 days on the date of your entry into Vietnam. The following countries are eligible for Vietnam Online Visa aka eVisa Vietnam, Belgium, Netherlands, India, Nauru, Portugal, Croatia, Russia, Spain, Solomon Islands, Qatar, Germany, Liechtenstein, Argentina, Poland, Greece, Australia, Brunei, United States, Denmark, Romania, Brazil, Malta, Bulgaria, Finland, Iceland, Azerbaijan, Philippines, Saint Lucia,

Ireland, Mexico, Peru, Slovakia, Venezuela, Norway, Georgia, Mongolia, Estonia, Slovenia, Lithuania, Colombia, Papua New Guinea, Serbia, Kazakhstan, Uruguay, United Arab Emirates, Sweden, Korea, Armenia, Fiji, Montenegro, Switzerland, Andorra, Cuba, Latvia, Cambodia, Monaco, Canada, New Zealand, Italy, France, Luxembourg, Marshall Islands, Vanuatu, Cyprus, Macedonia, Hungary, Czech Republic, Japan, San Marino, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Moldova, Belarus, United Kingdom, Panama, Austria, Montserrat, Micronesia, Chile.

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