#week-of-revo

[hithelleth]

It was Danny! All grown up! But still a baby. *ruffles his hair*

Of course Graham Rogers knocked it out of the park and made me care about his one-ep-guest-role character.

I shed literal tears for him and his S/O's story. *sniffles*

I like Max and Tristan back to being friendly, Max complimenting Tristan for a good treatment plan and Tristan reassuring Max he did all he could for his patient. That's nice.

Yet again I'm reminded going to the tags (except for pretties) does no good, because, uh, some takes. Not even gonna address them because I lack the energy.

(Do (USA) kids these days really see everything from romantic angle? Because where I see funny banter, they complain of flirting? Is it purity culture effect? *shrugs*)

I'm assuming no one is going to have a baby on a cruise ship (unless they completely abandon reality, which would also be fine with me), because then at least one character would have to leave (at least temporarily) and we don't want that. But why complain that both Tristan and Max are going around saying they will be a father - we want that and they could absolutely both be fathers (reality aside) no matter the parentage, as Avery pointed out.

[cimicherrychanga]

losing battle against my demons..... they want me to buy acrylic markers....

[snkyou]

Loving Revo hours. Listening to Across the Horizon at work 🥰🥰🥰

[fantasticfourthwingimagines]

Exactly What I Want Pairing - Bodhi Durran x Scribe!Reader Summary - When you hear about the Section Leader of Fourth Wing getting attacked, you have to sneak into the Rider's Quadrant to see if he's okay. Word Count - 3.4k Warning - SMUT, language, really fluffy. If you want a song to listen to while reading this, I recommend Shelter by Sleep Token!

In your almost three years at Basgaith, this might be one of the most reckless things you have ever done. Every step echoed with the risk of getting caught, your eyes flickered over your shoulder, waiting for someone to realize that you shouldn’t be here. Scribes weren’t allowed in the Riders’ Quadrant without express permission, much less their sleeping quarters, but you couldn’t wait. You pulled Bodhi’s flight jacket tighter around your frame as a group of Riders passed. They didn’t even spare you a glance. Was wearing a flight jacket all the camouflage you needed? 

Apparently so, because a minute later you were standing at Bodhi’s door, knocking softly, still checking the hallway like someone might sound an alarm. 

Then the door opened, and there he was. 

A breath slipped out, and the tightness in your chest eased. He was okay. 

Bodhi blinked, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, and then he was beaming. That smile made your heart stutter. You still couldn’t believe that someone like him looked at you like that. There was so much warmth in his eyes, so much affection there that you felt unworthy. “Well,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, “look who’s breaking the rules now.” 

You glanced over your shoulder again, nerves still coiled tight in your stomach. “I - I heard some riders talking about the section leader of the fourth wing - how he got attacked. I had to make sure you were okay.” 

Bodhi’s face softened, and without another word, he pulled you inside. 

As soon as the door clicked shut, he wrapped you in his arms, and you melted. This was what you needed. The steady weight of his chest pressed against yours. The warmth of his skin under your fingertips. You were startled to realize something you hadn’t admitted before: your safe place wasn’t the Archives anymore. It was him. 

“You’re okay?” You mumbled into his chest, your arms wrapping tight around him. 

“Other guy is much worse off, I promise.” He kissed the top of your head. 

You stayed quiet for a moment, letting his touch reassure you. He didn’t seem to mind, his hand moving up and down your back, grounding you. Finally, you managed to speak the words that you had been thinking about for weeks. “I feel helpless Bodhi.” 

He pulled back, and caught your gaze. “What do you mean?” 

You bit your lip. “You’re constantly putting your life at risk, trying your best to help the helpless, and I love that about you so much.” Your hand slid up over his chest, over the steady beat of his heart. “Meanwhile I’m stuck in the Archives helping cover up lies that are undermining everything you’re trying to do. I hate it.” Your fingers curled in his shirt, holding on like it was the only way to keep from breaking. 

Bodhi’s hand slid lower along your back, pulling you more firmly against him. “You’re doing everything you can.” He tried to reassure you. 

“I’m doing nothing! You could get yourself killed at any moment, and I can’t stop it. I’m not even helping.” Your fingers brushed over the purple bruise on his jaw, frowning at the sight. 

Bodhi caught your hand and held it to his cheek, leaning into the touch. “I swear to you, the moment there’s something you can do I’ll bring you into it, but right now-”

“There’s nothing,” you finished for him, the bitterness slipping through before you could stop it. 

Bodhi turned into your palm, his eyes slipping closed as he pressed a kiss there. “No, there’s something you can do, but you’re already doing it.” 

What? Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was talking about, but your mind kept coming up blank. You weren’t doing anything to help the rebellion, or revolution as they preferred to call it. “I’m not doing anything, Bodhi, that’s the problem.” You reminded him. 

He shook his head, giving you another one of those smiles that made your knees go weak every time. “You’re giving me something to fight for. A reason to try and make this place better instead of burning it to the ground for what they’ve done. For what they’re still doing.” He brushed his thumb across your hand.

If you didn’t already love this man with every piece of yourself, this might’ve sealed it. You couldn’t think of a single thing you had done to deserve him, or the devotion in his voice. But you had him, and if you had anything to say about it, you were never letting him go. “How do you always know what to say?” You asked, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. 

“Unlike my cousin,” he said, pulling your arm around his shoulders so he could nuzzle into your neck, “I find being honest is what helps you get and keep the girl.” Then he pressed a soft kiss to your skin. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft sound escaping your lips. “It’s definitely one of the reasons I love you so much.” You whispered. 

His arms tightened around you, a pleased hum rising from his chest. “I love when you say that.” He murmured against your skin, his lips trailing to a sensitive spot on your neck that had your fingers digging into his skin. 

It took you a moment to respond, your thoughts hazy beneath the warmth of his mouth. “That I love you?” 

“Mhmm.” Bodhi’s lips wandered lower, brushing the edge of his flight jacket. “Love being reminded that the person I love . . . loves me back.” 

The realization hit you all at once. You were wasting time. You’d spent so long being nervous that you weren’t going to be good at it, or that you’d do something wrong, and it would ruin what the two of you had, but . . . you loved him, and Bodhi loved you. That wasn’t going to change.

There was only one more thing left to trust him with. 

Your fingers slipped into his curls as you drew in a breath. “Bodhi?”

“Mhmm?” He said, still far too focused on the excellent work he was doing with his lips. 

“I’m ready.” You said before you could overthink it. 

He stilled, and you knew he understood what you meant. Bodhi pulled back enough to meet your eyes, searching for even a flicker of doubt. “Are you sure? You know I’ll wait as long as you need to.” 

You smiled, soft and certain. “I know. That’s why I’m ready.” 

Bodhi’s eyes warmed with affection - and mischief. “Then I guess this is the part where I start taking off your clothes,” he said, voice low, “but I’ve got a bit of a problem.” 

A flicker of uncertainty tightened in your chest. Did he . . . not want to take off your clothes? “What?” 

Bodhi’s arms slid down from your waist, and you bit your lip as they landed on your ass. “I really fucking love how you look in my flight jacket.” 

Whatever flicker of insecurity you felt vanished. You shook your head at him with a smile, and pushed him backwards until he was sitting on his bed. His hands stayed on your ass, but you slipped the jacket off, your shirt following moments later. 

He swallowed hard, his eyes tracing every inch of exposed skin as if to memorize it. Shivers danced down your spine as he pulled you between his thighs. “Okay I changed my mind.” He breathed. “You’re fucking gorgeous without my flight jacket.” 

A little laugh left your lips that turned to a gasp as Bodhi grabbed you and pulled you onto his bed, rolling so he was on top of you. He braced himself on his elbows, and reached out to brush some hair from your face. “Are you sure about this?” He asked again, quieter this time. 

“I’m sure.” You said without a second of doubt. “I want you, Bodhi. All of you.” You meant it. Every piece of him that he was willing to give, you wanted it. In return, you’d give him everything you had. He’d earned that. He had earned your heart, your trust, and your love.

Something in your eyes made him smile, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, lowering his body to press against yours. “You’re going to tell me if I need to stop, right?” 

You nodded, but based on previous experience, you didn’t think you were going to have to do that. 

His lips left a trail from your cheek across your jaw, then down the length of your throat. 

You closed your eyes, surrendering to the heat blooming beneath every place he touched until he stopped at the band around your breasts. “Can I?” You heard him ask. 

“Yes,” you breathed, wanting nothing more in that moment than for him to remove the band, and put those soft, full lips on you. 

Bodhi didn’t hesitate, sliding it up and off of you, then immediately bringing his mouth around your nipple.

Pleasure sparked down your spine, and you arched into him, your fingers sliding up to tangle in his thick, dark hair, attempting to hold him there. You let out a whimper as his other hand reached up to play with your neglected breast. Gods it felt so good. Bodhi knew exactly what to do to set your whole body on fire, and instead of the anxiety you were afraid you were going to feel, all you wanted was more. “Please take your shirt off.” You murmured, surprising yourself. 

Bodhi sat up, seemingly surprised as well, but grinned down at you as he slipped his shirt off over his head, tossing it in the room somewhere behind him. 

You’d seen him shirtless, but somehow your brain forgot how stunning he was each time. Your hands roamed over the hard lines of his chest, down the ridges of his abs, marveling at how his muscles tensed beneath your touch. His skin was smooth, sun-warmed, but here and there, your fingers brushed over scars. 

You wanted to kiss every single one. 

His hand found yours right at the edge of his pants. He held it, and laced his fingers through yours. “You’ve got to stop looking at me like that.” 

“Why?” You asked, bringing your gaze back up to him. 

He lifted your joined hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles before pinning your hand beside you. “Because I want to take my time with you.” He said, voice husky as he pressed a kiss low on your stomach. “And that look . . . it’s about three seconds from making me lose every shred of self-control I’ve got.” 

You slipped your hands back in his hair, giving him a soft smile. “I can’t help the way I look at you.” 

Bodhi’s lips trailed further down your stomach, stopping above your waistband where his hands took over, sliding your pants and underwear right down your hips and to the floor somewhere behind you. “Guess I’ll just have to make it where you can’t keep your eyes open.” He said, slipping your legs over his shoulders. 

“What do you mean - oh. Oh!” Your hips arched off the bed as his tongue slid up your slit and his lips wrapped around your clit. 

Bodhi had gone down on you, several times in fact, but there was something different this time. Maybe it was that you both knew what this was leading to, or maybe he’d been holding back on you. Either way, the man’s tongue moved with no hesitations and an expert technique that had you making noises that you were only slightly embarrassed by. By the time he slid two fingers inside of you, he was having to hold you down with an arm to your hips. Then he curled his fingers and you practically yanked his hair out. “Bodhi!” 

You could feel him chuckle against you for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to your inner thigh before his lips and tongue went back to work. 

Gods you’d never felt an orgasm build up so fast, but the tension in your lower stomach was undeniable. You were dangling over the precipice, seconds from exploding. “Bodhi, I’m about to-” Your words cut off with a loud moan as he curled his fingers once again, but you held on, right at the edge of intense pleasure. 

Bodhi pulled his mouth off you, but kept his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a lazy pace. “Let go baby.” He said, and you whined as he pressed a few soft kisses to your thighs. “I’ve got you.” He promised, and without another word, brought his mouth back around you, pressing his tongue right against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. 

You went stumbling straight over the cliff, your eyes closed as warmth flooded your whole body. You couldn’t think; you barely remembered to breathe as white hot pleasure exploded in a wave that took you under. 

Bodhi worked you through it, only pulling off of you when your breathing had returned to normal. “I’m never going to get sick of this view.” He murmured as he kissed his way back up your body. 

“And I’m never going to get sick of you doing that.” You murmured, slipping your hands around his neck and into his hair. He pressed a brief, sweet kiss against your lips. “Mhmm, now take off the rest of your clothes.” 

He chuckled, but reached down to unbutton and slide off his pants and underwear. “You’re being demanding tonight. I think I like it.” 

You usually weren’t, due to your lack of experience, but being with Bodhi put you at such an ease that you felt safe to ask for what you wanted. At the realization, a soft smile formed on your face. “I guess I’m just tired of waiting to find out what it feels like to have you inside of me.” 

His smile was affectionate as he settled back between your thighs. He rested on his palms, keeping his weight off of you, biting his lip as he looked down at you. “This is your last chance to back out if you don’t want this, because once I’m inside you, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop.” He admitted. 

You knew he would though, if you asked him too, but you couldn’t imagine a single situation where you would want him too. “I want you. All of you.” You slid your hand down his chest and gripped him, brushing your thumb across the head of his cock and spreading the wetness you found there. 

His whole body tensed at your touch, and he leaned down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss as he lowered his hips against yours. 

You guided him right where you wanted him, then let go, letting him be in charge of the pace as he slid inside of you. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, digging into the skin as he continued to push. Gods he felt incredible. It was like he was made to fit perfectly inside your body. Every new inch he pressed in had your heart rate skyrocketing until he bottomed out. You’d never felt so full, and a moan left your lips as Bodhi began pressing kisses against your neck. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked between kisses, his hand rubbing soothing circles into your hip. 

“Mhmm, you feel so good.” You told him, arching your hips up into him and letting out another moan at the friction it created. 

“You feel even better than I imagined.” Bodhi murmured against your skin, and let out a groan as you rolled your hips against him. “Gods.” He slid partially out of you, then back in, this time meeting your lips with a kiss when he did. 

It was slow and sexy, and when you parted your lips, his tongue moved in time with his hips, heightening the pleasure coursing through your body. The sensations were overwhelming and beautiful. You’d never experienced anything so intense. You’d also never had sex with someone you loved before either though. You felt like it made this moment a million times better. 

He slid his hand down from your hip to your thigh, hiking it up around his hip. As soon as he did, he was hitting a new angle, deeper, and you cried out his name in surprise. It didn’t make him pause, in fact he sped up his pace, rocking into you even faster as you lifted your other leg to join the first around his hips. 

The way he moved inside you built pleasure faster than you would have ever thought possible. Everything about this moment seemed to amplify it; the way Bodhi had looked into your eyes with nothing but love and desire, the sounds your bodies made every time they met, the dark, smoky scent that clung to his skin, the taste of yourself on his tongue, the way every drag of his cock gave the perfect friction for you. 

When he pulled away, your lips followed him, wanting more, but he trailed his lips across your skin. “You’re so fucking perfect. I’m not going to last as long as I want to.” Bodhi admitted. 

Thank Dunne, because you knew you weren’t going to be able to last much longer either. He felt too damn good. “It’s okay,” you panted, still breathless from his kiss. “We’ve got time.” You told him, brushing one of your hands through his hair so you could see his beautiful face better. 

At least you prayed that you did. 

The words made Bodhi lean down and kiss you again, capturing your gasp as he thrust into you hard, sending a stab of pleasure through you so intense that you clenched around him. “Fuck, love you so much.” He groaned against your lips, his hand tightening around you hard enough you were sure it was going to leave a bruise. 

“I love you too, Bod-Bodhi!” If anyone was outside his door, they definitely heard you yell his name, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as his lips traveled to your breast and he sucked your nipple into his mouth. Oh gods it was too much. It felt so good it overwhelmed all your senses, and all you could focus on was the heat rising in your stomach. You could feel yourself teetering right over the edge of an abyss of pleasure, and desperate for it, you started moving your hips in time with his as best you could, clenching down on him every time he thrust inside you. 

He made the sexiest groan you’d ever heard in your life, and let his teeth scrape across your nipple with a hard thrust that hit a spot inside of you that sent you over the edge. 

You called out his name as it consumed you, your hands tightening into fists into his hair, and you felt yourself pulse around him. You had no thoughts, no feelings except how damn good this felt. 

When the feeling finally started to dim, you heard Bodhi cursing, still thrusting into you, once, twice, and then letting out a grunt as he released inside of you, the tension in his body slowly leaving as he eased himself down on top of you. 

Gods, why had you waited so long to do this with him? One of the dumbest decisions of your life. You let your fists unclench, your fingers sliding into his soft hair as your breathing evened out. A satisfied smile curved your lips as Bodhi began pressing featherlight kisses along your neck. 

“You know,” Bodhi murmured against your skin, “I think we have a problem.” 

You frowned, confused. A problem? After that? You’d never felt more amazing in your life. “What?” You asked cautiously. 

He looked up, catching your expression, and gave you a smile so adorable it nearly knocked the breath out of you. “I don’t think I can go a full day without this now.” You giggled as he gripped your hips and rolled you on top of him, his grin full of playful mischief. “I think my limit’s more like twelve hours. Maybe less.” 

“You’re ridiculous, Bodhi Durran.” You said, grinning as you leaned down to nip at his bottom lip. 

“For you?” He said, voice low and smug. “Absolutely.”

[vexwerewolf]

CW: serious abuse themes, needles, the Fae, public humiliation, permanent injury, trauma, torture, non-consensual body piercing

Also a mild spoiler for the backstory of a major NPC in Shadows Over Surrey.

Rev the Revo's Story

Rev’s eyes narrow, and they take a deep breath.

“The tyrant made me to fail.”

There’s a long pause.

“I was a scrappy kid. Always getting in fights. Never could take anything lying down. Had to fight for everything, it felt like. Or… I think it did. Fuck, I hope it did. I hope that was me. It’s hard to remember, sometimes. But if it was, maybe it was that spark, right, that made the tyrant take me? Maybe that’s what…”

They shiver, their earrings rattling.

“… attracted him to me. He didn’t waste any time. He knew I was self-conscious about my height, so he shrunk me down even more. He knew I hated the queen, so he turned me into a fucking corgi. It was all about humiliation with him. He knew I loved to run, so he fucked up my leg and made sure it would never heal properly. But then he… he did the worst thing of all.

“He reached into my heart and he plucked something out, and… somehow, it didn’t hurt. It felt… good. There was an absence in me that mattered so little I didn’t even realise until much later what it was that he took from me.

“I tried escaping the first week. Caught in minutes. He got every single other slave in that place together, tied me up, buck naked in front of all of them, because he knew I was sensitive about how my body looked. And he put a needle through my ear, stuffed a silver ring in it and said ‘this is the first. But it can also be the last. Just accept your place.’

“It was the most humiliated I’d ever felt in my life. Fucking binned it, and I got to feel everyone’s eyes on me as that sick fuck luxuriated in every second of my misery. The sympathy was the worst part. I spent the next week alone, sleeping on straw in a cold stone cell. And I just got angrier. He wanted to break me? Fuck that. I wasn’t going to let this bastard break me. I was going to try again.

“So, I tried again. Tried to bring someone with me that time. Caught in minutes. That time, he made me watch as he whipped their back raw. Then he set another silver ring in my ear. ‘Tut tut. Haven’t learned our lesson yet?’

“Every single time I’d try, I’d fail. I’d fail over, and over, and over, and over, and every time the needle hurt a little bit worse, the shame burned a little bit more, and he’d say: ‘this can end whenever you let it end. Just surrender. Just give up. Accept that this is your life now, pathetic little creature. That’s all you need to do.’

“Before long, he’d moved onto my eyebrows, my nose, my lips, every part of me he could stick a needle through. I’d gotten so many people in trouble trying to get out that they all fucking hated me. I was just trouble. I brought pain, and misery, and false hope. If only I’d just accept my place, they said, everything would be easier.

“And that just made me angrier still. How could they give up?  How could they just lie down and take it? So I tried again, and again, and again, and my head became more silver than flesh, and the shame burnt brighter than I ever thought it could, and I failed over, and over, and over.

“That’s when I knew. The worst thing he’d stolen from me that first day: not my dignity, not my humanity, not my self-worth. He’d stolen my despair.”

Rev is uncontrollably shaking.

“Don't you understand? I wanted to give up. I WANTED to break. I just wanted to lie down at his feet, pledge my loyalty, lick his boots, worship him, make all the pain and shame stop. I wanted to accept my place. But I fucking couldn’t. I was so, so, so fucking tired, but I couldn’t give in. I tried to force myself to lose hope, so that I wouldn’t have to disappoint myself again, and I FUCKING COULDN’T!”

They hide their head in their hands, entire body clinking.

“That was when I realised the horror of it: I was going to try, forever. I was going to fail, forever. Over, and over, and over, and over, with no end. An endless upward spiral of ever-increasing torment. That’s what he made me: the one who can never win, but can’t ever give up.

“Even now that I’m out, I can’t let things go. I can’t give up on injustice. I can’t give up. And I have to tell myself that’s me, that’s just how I am and who I’ve always been. That I haven’t changed, that the me who got taken is the me who got through this. That he never broke me, that he never managed to ruin me.

“Don’t you see, though? That’s precisely what someone made to never give up would say.”

They're silent for a long time, but then their clawed fingers clutch the handle of their cane with new purpose. A finger on their other hand points at their left ear, where there's a glint of gold among the silver.

"But this one? That's always gonna be mine. That's for the one time I made it. Maybe he still owns all the rest of me, but he can't own that."

[thevondoom62]

So, the recent Marvel Legends Agent Venom left me feeling very underwhelmed. I thought it looked solid in the promo pics, but in-hand reports made it seem so mediocre. I skipped over it I was so disappointed in how it turned out. There is one other alternative at a similar price, though.

If you've been involved with the figure collecting community at all lately, you've likely heard the name CT Toys before. The discourse surrounding CT has been the most exhausting thing to hit toy discussion recently... Until that ML Maximum Spider-Man was revealed, anyway. I just like good toys. And if those good toys are inexpensive? All the better! Just last week I looked at some KO Turtles so clearly I got nothing against that as long as the quality is there to back it up. Is that the case here, though?

I admired the Revoltech Agent Venom from afar, but never went in for it because most Revos end up the same way for me. I love them for like a week, then everything gets all floppy and it goes from pure handcandy to a nightmare. Didn't want to spend so much for that to happen again.

CT is a much cheaper alternative, but that has its own caveats. The plastic quality is really good. Everything holds up, buuuut the paint has taken a hit. The detailing on the alternate eyes is sloppily applied and the white paint on the body is messy. There's some bits of plastic overrun too. This is not a 1:1 perfect recreation, but for the price I'm okay with that.

I'm also happy to report the joints are mostly nice and tight so far. One of his legs and knees popped off, but those were VERY easy fixes. Think the glue holding the pieces in-place wasn't well applied. I've also had similar issues on legitimate Revos so I dunno. The shoulders feel like they're getting a lil floppy. And the tendrils definitely are. One of them can hardly hold a pose.

I'm very happy with this figure so far! It's awesome! Even if it does eventually fall victim to the usual floppiness, I only paid like twenty bucks for it. For that price, it can't be beat! On that note, I'm also not deluded enough to believe this reflects how good other figures at this price range should be. It's not feasible for an actual company to do this for SO many reasons. Still, glad this exists.

[himevampirechan]

Vanishipping Fanfic: Duat Chapter 1

Hi. It's wonderful to be able to take the time to post on Tmblr!

Life keeps moving forward and, honestly, it's been dragging me down like an old rag; because of that I've decided that, for the sake of my mood, I must force myself to fight my writer's block. I was happy to receive feedback on the ‘prologue’ of this fanfiction, although slow it is one of the stories I am most excited to continue writing and for that I thank you deeply.

Before continuing with the first chapter, I would like to point out that this story is set after the end of the series; it even takes place AFTER the events of the movie: ‘Yu-Gi-Oh: The Dark Side of Dimensions’.

Atem is NOT in the past, nor has Anzu travelled back in time; Atem is in what, for the Egyptians, exists at the end of life. I understand it can be a bit confusing but, as the story progresses, it gets better explained; don't forget to check the notes at the end of each chapter!

IMPORTANT: Tomorrow, I will upload the English version of this chapter; likewise, I plan to upload later this week chapter 3 of my other REVO fanfic: ‘Part Time Job.’

Enjoy!

(...)

Chapter 1

Dawn surprises Atem outside the room where the hekas and nuns are checkup to Anzu. Between giving instructions to the guards and being interrogated by isolated members of his council of priests, the young pharaoh has refused to leave.

Hours before and after discovering the identity of the young woman, the pharaoh left the temple struggling with hysteria. After summoning his horse with a whistle and covering the girl's nakedness with the riding sheet, he had hurried back to the palace for help.

`As soon as I entered the palace�� he thinks, watching from his position the movement of the servants going in and out of the room. `Siamun and Isis brought her into this room. ´

They had taken her from his arms, and the thought of getting away from her had hurt so much that Mana had to restrain him from slamming the door in anguish. Suddenly exhausted, Atem sits on the floor with his back against the wall, hiding his face behind clenched fists.

“I've been waiting all night and I don't know…” He whispers, staring at the door as if he can tell what's going on inside. “I don't know if she's all right.”

The sound of footsteps brings the young man out of his thoughts, standing up he watches several people leave the room, one after the other. In their arms they carry vases, bottles, linen bandages and sheets; his anxious heart leaps as he notices that a few are stained with something than looks like blood.

He takes two hurried steps towards the door as Isis and Siamun are in sight. Atem stands firm on his feet, staring at them with a thousand questions in his crimson eyes; the old man takes his forearms in a fatherly gesture.

“She is fine, my pharaoh,” he says, trying to calm the young man's anxiety, the old man's words lifting an invisible weight from his shoulders. “She doesn't seem seriously injured, she's been checked and is asleep.”

“Thank you," he whispers.

Siamun smiles at his gesture, affectionately stroking the boy's cheek with the palm of his hand. After a few seconds the pharaoh's eyes shine with determination, he straightens up and takes two steps into the room; no one notices the smile on Isis' face who, stepping sideways, steps between the door and the boy.

“You can't come in, Pharaoh,” says the brunette, her face serious, her gaze piercing him. Atem looks at her in surprise.

“Why?” asks the young man, his eyes darting from the priestess to Siamun in confusion. The old man slowly shakes his head in a resigned gesture, sensing a growing irritation in the ruler.

“The lady needs rest,” the priestess replies with a sympathetic smile on her face. Atem opens his mouth to complain, but the old man again taps his shoulder paternally.

“It has been a long and intense night for all of us, my pharaoh," he says once Atem looks at him. “It would be best for you and your friend to regain your strength. Besides, I think you need to go to the throne room and clarify the situation with the members of the royal council; especially if your plans involve the girl staying as a guest inside the palace.”

Atem frowns as he analyses the old man's words, after a few seconds he lowers his face in resignation, knowing that even his concern is overridden by his duty as the Pharaoh of Kemet.

`We still do not know what really happened in the temple of Osiris. And Anzu, who is the only one who possibly knows, needs to rest´ Atem reflects, knowing that he cannot afford to risk Anzu's recovery by showing the council a poor choice of priorities.

Isis and Siamun stare at him as he thinks, can't help but feel a pang of pride as they see him stand tall and strong like the ruler he is; Atem looks back at them, his scarlet eyes full of confidence.

“Siamun: Meet with Seto, see that the saru are complete in the throne room, including my father. I need his presence during the meeting.” The old man smiles and bows before leaving to carry out the order. “Isis,” continues the boy with a more serious expression. “Considering the nature of the situation, we must be discreet: I need you to wear the millennium necklace, because you and Mahado to double security inside and outside the palace until we can figure out what happened tonight. After that, sends someone for Mana: I need her to look after my guest for the duration of the meeting.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, a slight smile creeps across the woman's face, Atem returns the gesture with confidence. With a nod, the priestess bows and walks down the hall.

“I'll see you in the throne room," Atem whispers, watching her walk away, unable to take in the woman's mischievous look and the sudden gleam of the millennium necklace.

A few seconds pass before Atem notices that he's alone in the place; he resolutely starts walking towards the throne room, but an anxious feeling fills his stomach. He looks over his shoulder at the entrance to the room where Anzu is.

`It's not an illusion´ he thinks firmly, trying to convince himself. “It's not a dream.”

The desire to see her becomes unbearable, closing his eyes he remembers the warmth of her skin, the feel of her silky hair, her smell. Anzu is in there, a few steps away, and for a few seconds, the young ruler considers the possibility of entering the room. The memory of Bakura's manic smile flashes through his mind.

"She is safe," he shakes his head, trusting the words of Siamun and Isis. Bakura is gone and the appearance of her friend from the future must have a logical explanation; it's something they need to find out, but to do so he must be able to keep the girl safe in the palace. Anzu needs to rest, regain strength and he must prepare to lead the meeting with the council.

Atem looks one last time at the door of the room over his shoulder, taking a deep breath he begins to walk down the hallway.

"Wait a little longer, Anzu," he thinks, clasping the chain hanging from the millennium puzzle around his neck in his right hand. “I'll keep you safe.

(...)

“...Witnesses mention that the light fell directly on the Temple of Osiris; however, we have found no damage to the building, and no injured people among the civilians. Neither Hem netcher, nor the Sem noticed anything strange before it happened and only understood than something was happening when they saw Pharaoh Atem arrive at the sanctuary.”

Glances and whispers are exchanged among the council members. Atem, seated on his throne, listens intently with a serious expression.

“This is strange” he thinks, watching the council members exchange questions and gestures. “Shada mentioned that the speakers were inside the temple, but I didn't see anyone on the premises.”

“Was there any damage, unrelated to the event in the city?” asked his father in an attempt to lessen the restlessness in the room. “Any sieges, injuries?”

“There were none, Your Majesty,” replies the man in charge of notifying the measures taken during the early hours of the morning. “Regardless of the confusion, we can be sure that the people of Kemet are safe.”

There are whispers again among the people present. Mahado glances slyly at Atem, who nods in return.

“You are discharged” the priest says with a wave of his hand; the military captain nods and, taking three steps back, heads for the exit.

"Despite its intensity, the glow was harmless.” Immersed in his thoughts, Atem ignores the gazes on him. What was its function? Where did it come from?

The doors close, snapping Atem out of his thoughts. The council watches him intently, and he can feel the tension in his father's body; he can be sure that most of the people in the throne room are as confused as he is.

“Priestess Isis,” Atem calls after a few seconds, startling those present. She takes a step forward, kneeling in front of the throne, "Did your millennium item alert you in advance to the situation we found ourselves in?”

“No, my pharaoh," the young woman replies, her eyes fixed on the ground. Surprised murmurs rise in the room.

“Priest Seto," he continues, watching his cousin mimic the brunette's position “Same question.”

“No, my pharaoh," the brown-haired man replies, taping the golden sceptre to his chest. This seems to surprise the members of the council even more. The question is also put to Karim and Siamun, the refusal is absolute; new whispers fill the room.

Atem stares at them in silence and exchanges a glance with his father, who nods his head in a gesture of confidence. The young ruler takes a breath before standing up to speak.

“It is obvious that we do not have all the information we need about what happened last tonight," he says confidently, the council members watching him carefully. “However, that the millennium items showed no alteration from what happened is a clear proof that the kingdom is not in danger. Still, we must continue to look for evidence, in case another unexpected event should occur.” His deep, rich voice echoes in the silence with authority. “Shada!”

“¿Yes, my pharaoh?” replies the priest, kneeling in front of him.

“Mobilise more soldiers to increase security inside the city; please be discreet, we don't want to create panic among the people.”

“Yes, my pharaoh," exclaims Shada before quickly leaving the room followed by the senior military leaders.

"That will keep the civilians safe, but it doesn't rule out some internal danger," Atem thinks sternly. Lifting his gaze, he meets the piercing scrutiny of the wielder of the millennium eye. “Ankhnadin!” Atem continues, confident that his uncle knows his concerns.

“¿Yes, my pharaoh?” The old man takes several steps forward without kneeling. The boy does not take his gesture into account, the betrayal by the older man is in the past.

“I need to you, Karim and Mahado to check the other temples near the area where the light fell. We must rule out any other occurrences during the night.”

Several voices whisper in the room, Atem can sense their hesitation with a decision that seems unnecessary. The three priests begin to stir as an idea occurs to the pharaoh.

“One more thing!” he exclaims, the priests pause to listen to the rest of the order. A dark, authoritative smile creeps across Atem's mouth, startling some of those present. “Questions the speakers of Osiris again.” A few surprised gasps are Heard “I leave it in your hands Ankhnadin.”

A terrifying tension fills the throne room, filling the council members with chills; Atem sees, out of the corner of his eye, his father's approving smile. The message has been sent and it is clear: Interrogate them, see into their minds and verify that they are not lying. If they lie, they must be punished.

“Yes, my pharaoh," replies the bearer of the golden eye with understanding and a satisfied smile. The three priests return and head for the exit.

Mahado watches the young pharaoh out of the corner of his eye as he walks away, Atem's cold expression turns to a pleading look; the wizard nods. So many years of friendship have given Mahado the tools to know his concerns perfectly.

He leaves knowing that his childhood friend and ruler will confidently wait for the priests to return with the answers they need.

As the door closes, not a single person dares to speak. Ignorant of the young pharaoh's doubts and worries, those present wonder whether the changes that night signal a shift in the balance of the Maat, and how the orders taken by the ruler might affect them.

“The rest of us..." Atem continues after a few seconds, "will wait.”

Expressions of surprise flood the room, Atem squares his shoulders and surveys those present in a gesture that leaves no room for doubt.

“I refuse to take action without some clue as to what is happening. I will not put my kingdom at risk until I see the entire game board!” There are whispers in the room. Mostly from the weaker parts of the council: nobles, scribes, priests and sons of military men who, even in the afterlife, do not cease to question his authority.

“Pharaoh," one dares to speak, Atem observes him, having a bad feeling about his conciliatory voice. “Maybe if we force her to speak, the woman from the temple...”

Atem interrupts him by standing up and slamming his fist hard against the throne, the metallic clang of his rings on impact forcing those present into silence. The nobleman cringes under the young ruler's furious gaze.

“KEMMET'S SAFETY IS OUR PRIORITY!” he exclaims in a voice so full of anger that its sound reverberates off the walls. “I will take no further action until the city and the people are safe. THAT IS MY ORDER!”

Feeling the oppressive tension in the room, Atem sits back down with both arms firmly at his sides and one leg crossed over the other; a distinctive gesture that makes him exude authority, elegance and confidence, yet his angry face makes several present feel the need to run away.

“Yes, Your Highness," the nobleman whispers, ducking his head. After a few seconds, Atem glances sideways at Siamun, nodding his head. The vizier nods slightly.

“all of you are discharged" the old man orders as usual. Silently the people begin to leave, some whispering among themselves and watching with interest the distant, shadowed gaze of the young ruler.

Soon the throne room is empty. Atem drops his head, wearily massaging the bridge of his nose.

“Well done, my son," Aknamkanon whispers, approaching the young ruler, Atem lifts his head back with his face unhinged in concern.

“Thank you father," he whispers with a frown. “But we haven´t another choice right now.”

Only the two rulers, the priest Siamun and Seto, remain in the room. Atem closes his eyes, dizzy, breathing irregularly.

“Pharaoh, are you all right?” asks Siamun in a low voice, looking at him with paternal concern.

“Hai, Daijoubu Oji chan," he whispers in a trembling voice without looking at the old man; realising his mistake, Atem feels his chest tighten with an emotion that makes him want to hide his face. “I'M FINE!” he corrects embarrassed. “Really, SIAMUN, there's nothing wrong.”

The old man looks at him with a confused look on his face at his strange words. Atem looks away from the others, biting his lip in a clear sign of stress; a voice in the back of his head reminds him that Anzu is a few rooms away and that he should go to her before the girl wakes up, alone and confused in that unknown place.

“Pharaoh Atem," a curt voice calls out to him. Atem comes out of his thoughts with a start, turns his face and looks at his cousin who glares at him with his cold blue irises.

“What's wrong, Seto?” he replies, watching the chestnut with a raised eyebrow, aware of the unspoken meaning of his penetrating gaze: Seto wants answers and immediately.

The priest hisses in annoyance with a tense jaw.

“ I think it's time you told us about your host and her relationship to what's happening" he exclaims coldly, taking two menacing steps towards the tricolour.

“SETO!” cries Siamun, scandalised by the priest's tactlessness towards his king; however, both young men ignore him and observe each other in a long and silent discussion.

It is no secret that the council finds interesting the mania of both boys to challenge each other in duels of will; always ready to push the other to the limits of his reasoning.

Being both young and talented they seem to positively strengthen each other using their born rivalry. However, there are rare occasions where there is real annoyance during these interactions and Seto's sudden aggressiveness seems to show that he does not completely agree with the decisions made by the young pharaoh.

“This is the second time I've seen that expression on his face," thinks Atem. “The first time was shortly before I sealed my soul inside the millennium puzzle."

Atem sighs, looking away resignedly and losing his battle with the brown man.

“You're right, Seto. I will tell you everything, however, there is one person I need to visit first” The young pharaoh looks up to meet the serious face of his father, who looks at him, aware that his son needs to speak to him alone.

“Siamun," says Aknamkanon, keeping his eyes on his son. “Inform us when the priests return from their missions, and we will meet you in the strategy room when that happens.”

“Yes, Your Majesty," the old man rasps, bowing and hurrying out of the room. He can't help but glance over his shoulder at the three men remaining in the room.

“Seto," Atem calls, rising from his throne. The chestnut, still wearing an annoyed expression, takes a step in his direction. “Send one of your servants for Mana and Mut-nisut Nubet, i need them to be present in the strategy room when everyone returns.”

After a few seconds of surprised silence, the chestnut nods at the young ruler's command; with a resigned smile, Atem places a hand on the chestnut's shoulder.

“I trust you will find someone to keep her safe, on her way to the strategy room," the pharaoh whispers, watching him with a deep, gentle expression. Without looking away, Seto deciphers some of the emotions his cousin is trying to hide: confusion, anguish and fear.

“Yes, my pharaoh," he replies, returning his gaze confidently, his gesture seeming to reassure the tricolour; after bowing, the chestnut-haired man makes his way out of the room.

The rulers, father and son, watch him leave without exchanging words. Once alone, Atem can feel his father's curious glance upon him; for a moment he feels again like a small child who has been caught playing where he shouldn't be.

The sun has risen across the sky on a bright morning, the light inside the room reflecting off the walls and dazzling the boy's sleepy eyes. A young adult who refuses to look at his father.

“Your mother is not part of the council, to let her be part of a meeting in the strategy room is against tradition. You know that, my son," Aknamkanon reproaches calmly, watching his son's serious face finally return his gaze; the crimson eyes, so much like his wife's, seem to stare into the void with deep concern.

“I know," the boy whispers, clenching the millennium puzzle around his neck in his fist, "but I think that perhaps she and Mana are an important part of what is happening. Just like us.”

Aknamkanon's chest sinks with pessimism. Ah! Then his son is indeed hiding things and seems to be suspicious about the arrival of the girl from the temple. What can be going on inside the young pharaoh's head to have such concern in his eyes?

Aknamkanon has never seen such desolation on his son's face. Since his arrival in the fields of Ialu, Atem had enjoyed a time of peace and contentment; as if, after millennia of darkness and loneliness, he was trying to make up for lost time in the land of his birth.

The reunion between him and his mother had been so emotional that most of the inhabitants of the palace had been unable to hide their tears. Atem's arrival had made a great impression on everyone; the serious but kindly man who had entered at the end of his maaty had filled those who waited patiently for him with pride and admiration.

After the reconciliations the young man's character had come to the surface, and as time passed it had become recurrent to find him in the garden, dozing peacefully under the shade of the papyri, safe and sound, as if nothing else mattered in the world.

He rarely spoke of his experience in the world of the living, but when he did he was so nostalgic that, by night, they had grown accustomed to seeing him sitting by the river, speaking softly to the stars; whispering things to them that only he could remember.

Feeling a hint of sadness, Aknamkanon takes the boy by the shoulders with both hands, bending down to look directly into his face.

“My son, what are you thinking?” asks the older pharaoh with genuine interest. Under the weight of his hands his son feels small, yet when Atem lifts his face he has the cold, determined look of a ruler who has fought in war most of his life.

“A part of me suspects that the millennium items are related to what happened tonight,” he replies, staring at him. Aknamkanon's sudden surprise at his words quickly changes to analysis of the situation.

“And your guest?” He asks again patiently “Is his arrival also related to the millennium items?”

“I don't know yet, but I'm afraid it's related to the final duel” adds Atem, nodding at the curiosity and understanding on his father's face. The man notices his son's body trembling unconsciously, and with deep surprise Aknamkanon watches as the young man, sinking into his thoughts, seems to become a dark version of himself.

“I will not allow Anzu to be harmed” Atem whispers, his jaw clenched, staring at a distant point in the room with deep, spiteful eyes. “I will destroy anyone who tries to harm her”

Overwhelmed by his dark essence, Aknamkanon releases the boy's shoulders, forcing him out of his thoughts with a blink; Atem watches him in confusion for a few seconds, a shiver running through the older man as he realises that his son was unaware of his words.

“Why would anyone want to hurt her?” he asks, trying to understand his son's emotions. The boy's breath hitches and he silently averts his eyes, trying to find the best words to explain the situation.

Aknamkanon looks at him tensely, while Atem meditates; after a few seconds the young pharaoh lifts his illuminated face with a tiny crooked smile.

“Because I'm in love with her.” he confesses quietly.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER

Kemmet: Egyptian name for the Pharaonic Egyptians.

Heka: Sorcerers.

Sunu: Physicians.

Saru: Local council of nobles

Hem netcher: Prophets.

Sem: Priests who acted in the ceremonies of resurrection rites.

Maaty: Term for the justified in the judgement of the Maat at death.

Fields of Ialu: Egyptian paradise.

Mut-nisut: Mother of the king.

[wildlocks]

i didn't even post when this happened a few weeks ago bc i was honestly so frustrated and upset i shut down, but i lost all my ts4 saves. i mentioned a weird bug where my packs were installed but didn't show up in game-- sources point to origin/ea app switch mess-up (can't dwell on this or i will get furious). so i had to do a complete reinstall of the game-- not just through ea myself, using revo to get rid of all files related to the game. yes i made a backup, something got lost/failed and all my saves are gone. i wasn't really playing anymore, but... you know the stomach-dropping feeling when a save you've had for literally 8 years disappears. thank god my tray files survived or idek what i would've done.

i'm bringing this up bc i was working on vivienne's pinterest board and i honestly miss her so much... i don't need to explain, simblrinas understand how demotivating it is to lose a save :'( it's been a while but i always hoped to revisit some of my gameplays at least to post little updates, i mean i never even showed arabella being born or the magazine spread i made when viv & mckenna moved to sulani. but now looking back at the screenshots i have of their gp has a totally different feeling :(

just wanted to vent about that, but on the bright side i'm excited to render with vivienne! hopefully a lookbook is incoming 👀

[reasoningdaily]

Women take the lead during the Revo’. This successful part of the Revolution continues today

Before its sighting in 1498 by that well-known charity benefactor, Christopher Columbus, Grenada was inhabited by the Caribs, who had invaded and killed the previous inhabitant, the Arawaks. The name given to Grenada by the Arawaks was believed to be Ciboney.  The Caribs resisted European domination for more than one hundred years after being sighted by Columbus.

From the earliest European settlement in Grenada, enslaved Africans were kidnapped to Grenada. Contrary to popular Western culture the Africans resisted their capture. In Grenada, this manifested in numerous revolts, including the Fédon rebellion of March 1795.

Fédon was influenced by the ideas emerging from the French Revolution, especially the Convention’s abolition of slavery in 1794. Fédon stated that he intended to make Grenada a “Black Republic just like Haiti”. Fédon and his revolutionaries controlled most of Grenada between 1795 and June 1796. Over 14,000 of Grenada’s 28,000 enslaved Africans joined the revolutionary forces in order to write their own emancipation and transform themselves into “citizens”. However, more than 7,000 of these freedom fighters perished in the fight for independence.

Although enslavement was “abolished” in 1834 the plight of Grenada’s African population remained relatively unchanged until the 1951 “revolution” of Eric Gairy. Gairy had limited success in weakening the control that Britain had over the island, leading to independence in February 1974. Independence under Gairy was, for the people of Grenada, a mirage as Gairy did not have the ability or vision to take the people beyond the fight for independence.

Notwithstanding his incompetence, Gairy tried to retain power despite his loss of popularity. He used extreme violence to keep control but was overthrown by a popular revolution on 13 March 1979 by the New Jewel Movement (NJM), led by Maurice Bishop.

The Peoples Revolutionary Government formed after the Revolution (Revo’) embarked on a wide-ranging series of social, economic and educational plans, which brought great and tangible benefits to the people of Grenada.

In 1983 tensions within the NJM led to the collapse of the Revo’, culminating in the killing of Maurice Bishop and others close to him on 19 October of that year. The United States, which had, under Reagan, attempted on numerous occasions to undermine the Revo’, used this opportunity to invade Grenada. After a week of heavy fighting the US forces, with a fig-leaf Caribbean contingent, captured Grenada and set about dismantling the gains of the Revo’.

Their first act was to put on a show trial of the remaining leader of the NJM, the Grenada 17, who they captured following the invasion. Mounting a sustained campaign, led by their 56th US Psychological Warfare Unit, the invaders claimed that these leaders had stolen money from the Treasury; planned to slaughter all Grenadians; sold Grenada to Cuba; built underground cities for Soviet Union troops, who were to be stationed in the country; and who killed Maurice Bishop.

The Psychological Warfare Unit co-opted local and regional figures to manage the “trial”, which despite was notorious for its many blatant irregularities and received many justified complaints,  convicted the leaders of murder and sentenced them to death. This was condemned worldwide by numerous organisations including Amnesty International and was declared a “…travesty of justice…” by many others. After an intense campaign, the death sentences were counted and replaced by life imprisonment.

The Grenada 17 were released following a global campaign.

Grenada – Forward Ever (G-FE) was formed in 2018.

 It recognises the tremendous social, economic and educational progress made by the Grenadian people during the Revolution of 1979.  The United States invaded Grenada in 1983 to quash these gains and erase its memory from history. We will oppose this plan and fight against all forms of colonialism and support the struggle for self-determination by oppressed people.

We will assist organisations and individuals in Grenada and elsewhere, seeking to advance the material, economic, social and general well-being of the people of Grenada in support of the advances made during the Revolution.

We will do this by: –

Publishing and disseminating information and materials, with a focus on the history and inheritance of the Grenada Revolution.

Undertaking research,

Holding events, and

Lobbying, canvassing and commissioning any other activity.

The Grenada Revolution – An overview

A new document, THE GRENADA REVOLUTION – Four years of freedom – Achievements, Challenges and Collapse, has been published and is now available for downloading.

This document provides a summary of the momentous events that occurred in Grenada between the Revolution (Revo’) of 13 March 1979 and the US invasion of October 1983.  It covers, in outline, the history of Grenada, the preparation and planning of the Revolution, the successes of the Revolution, its collapse, the US invasion and the lessons that can be learned from its collapse.

THE GRENADA REVOLUTION – Four years of freedom … can be opened from 2021 11 02 – THE GRENADA REVOLUTION Four years of freedom Achievements, Challenges and Collapse.

By Our Own Hands – A People’s History of the Grenadian Revolution

A pamphlet from CLS by Steve Cushion and Dennis Bartholomew

Published by Caribbean Labour Solidarity, By Our Own Hands… illustrates the tremendous strides made by the people of Grenada during the brief period of the revolution.

Between 1979 and 1983, the people of the Caribbean nation of Grenada made a courageous attempt to overcome the legacy of slavery, British colonialism and a viciously corrupt post-colonial dictatorship.

The tragic last few days of the Revolution have obscured the remarkable achievements of the Grenadian people during the previous four years. In the face of the unceasing hostility of the United States government and its continual destabilisation campaign, the people of Grenada rebuilt their economy with an emphasis on social justice and economic stability rather than mere profit for, mainly foreign, capitalists; they established a remarkable education system and improved their health service; they started a house-building and housing repair programme that addressed the needs of the poorest members of society.

By Our Own Hands… can be downloaded from the bottom of this page http://cls-uk.org.uk/?p=279.

[reinemichele]

Even if I hold my hands around your neck that doesn't mean I’ll tighten my grip — Did the moon drive you mad? But I can't help it, can I? Since I've fallen in love — Why did the stars drive me mad?

[usafphantom2]

Ukrainian pilots start training in F-16 based in Arizona

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 10/27/2023 - 13:00 in Military

Ukrainian pilots began training of the F-16 in Arizona with the Arizona National Air Guard, leaving Kiev one step closer to acquiring the U.S.-made fighters that Ukraine says it needs to help defend its sovereign territory and its citizens from Russian troops.

U.S. Ambassador to Ukraine Bridget Brink announced the training in the X, saying: “This is an essential part of the construction of Ukraine's air defense. The United States is proud to work with European partners to support Ukraine against Russia's brutal aggression."

A National Guard spokesman said on Thursday that the 162ª Wing of the Arizona National Air Guard in Tucson began training a small number of Ukrainian pilots this week “in the fundamentals of the F-16”, with the training expected to last several months. Normally, F-16 training courses last about eight months, according to the Pentagon.

Training at Morris National Guard Air Base follows English training at Lackland Air Base in Texas last month. Proficiency in English is required to fly F-16 fighters.

During a press conference in Brussels earlier this month, U.S. Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin said that F-16 fighters could reach Ukraine by the middle of next year.

The deputy chief of staff of the U.S. Air Force, General David Allvin, said that the F-16 aircraft will be important for Ukraine in the long term, as the Ukrainian Air Force will be able to fully integrate the new fighters into its armed forces.

The news came at a time when the United States announced that it would provide up to $150 million in additional military aid to Ukraine.

The package includes more GMLRS rockets for high-mobility artillery rocket systems, ammunition for the National Advanced Surface-Air Missile System, TOW anti-tank missiles, AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles and 155 mm cartridges.

The availability of 155 mm cartridges has raised concerns in recent days, as U.S. partners, Ukraine and Israel need them to fight their wars - one against the invasion of Russia, the other against the Palestinian militant group Hamas, which killed hundreds of Israelis and kidnapped more than 200 others in an attack on October 7.

Washington said it is able to support the military needs of Tel Aviv and Kiev.

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[eventreport]

MUSIC PATIO ～Sound Horizon Week～ 第一夜

2011年7月11日～7月14日に北海道のラジオ局AIR-G’にて四夜連続で放送された「MUSIC PATIO ～Sound Horizon Week～」の第一夜のトークです。

（BGM：宵闇の唄）

工藤: こんばんは、ナビゲーターの工藤里美です。今夜から7月14日深夜にかけて26時代のMUSIC PATIOはSound Horizon Weekと題して、スペシャルプログラムをお届けします。Sound HorizonサウンドクリエイターRevoさんをお迎えして、ご本人による作品解説を交えてお送りしていきます。今夜は記念すべき第１夜、どうか最後までSound Horizonの世界をご堪能下さい。

MUSIK PATIO ～Sound Horizon Week～

（領拡凱旋テーマの、バンドメンバーが舞台上に揃った時に演奏し始める部分）

Revo: こんばんは、Sound HorizonのRevoです。

工藤:こんばんは、AV Music Channelでアシスタントメイドを務めています、さとみんです。よろしくお願い致します。

Revo: よろしくお願いします。

工藤: さて、7月15日金曜日、ニトリ文化ホールで行われるSound Horizonの札幌公演まであと4日ですが、なんと今日から！　4夜連続でSound Horizonを知り尽くすスペシャル番組をお送り致します！　Revoさん、よろしくお願い致します。

Revo: よろしくお願いします。

工藤: さぁ、ライヴに行くのを今から楽しみにしている人が大勢いらっしゃると思うんですけれど、Sound Horizonにはまず２つの特徴があるとお聞きしたんですけれど、いかがでしょう？

Revo: そうですねぇ、あの～、音楽が物語になっているというのが、多分一つの大きな特徴で、まぁ、歌詞を読んでいくと、一つのストーリーが完結するというような。その、いろんな人がでてきて、��持ちを歌ってはいるんですが、その、イコール歌い手の気持ちではないと。その、登場人物がいて、その人の人生なり何なりをやっているという形の。

工藤: なるほどですね。

Revo: ものが一つですかね。

工藤: なんか生と死とかそういう感じのなんかちょっと、重たいと言ったらあれなんですけども、そういうテーマも結構ありますよね。

Revo: そうですね、よくなんか二面性があるとか言われるんですが、それはなんにでもあるんじゃないかな、と思うんですけど。たとえば生と死だと、生だけ描くってあんまりないかな、と。死があって、そこで生っていうものが実感されてきたりする部分もある。まぁ光と闇とかいうのも、まぁ。

工藤: そうですね、二対といいますか。

Revo: 小難しい言い方になりますが、その裏にはまぁ常にそれが潜んでいたりとか、ということを何気なくこう、別に作ってるだけなんですが、勝手に二面性が、そこ追及してる！みたいに結構、言われてますがなんか。

工藤: 歌詞とかで、考えさせられるのがSound Horizonですからね。ではですね、早速、一曲曲紹介していただきたいと思うんですけども、こちらのタイトルがまずあれですね、二面性といったらあれですけれども。

Revo: そう、そうあぁまぁそういうタイトルをよくつけるから、このなんか、言われちゃうんですかね？

工藤: それもあるかもしれないですね(笑)

Revo: それではまぁ、聴いていただくのが早いですかね。

工藤: 聴いていただきましょうか。

Revo: それではですね、本日はですね、あの～、折角４夜連続でいただいたので、Romanというアルバムがあるので、その日に今日はしちゃおうかな、という風に思ってます。はい。ではその、5th Story CD『Roman』から、オープニングナンバー『朝と夜の物語』、聴いてください。

（朝と夜の物語）

工藤: はい、『朝と夜の物語』。「物語���と書いて「ロマン」と読むんですけれど、このRomanっていうのはフランス語で「小説／物語」なんていう意味の言葉なんですけれども、Revoさんにとってロマンっていうのは一体なんなんでしょう？

Revo: そうですね、あの～、今やってることが結構ロマンというか、音楽を作る、ということが僕にとっての一番のロマンですね。

工藤: なるほどね、なるほどなるほど。あとですね、この作品にこめた想いなんかも聞きたいんですけれども。

Revo: はい、あの～、まぁロマンってなんなんだろうっていうのがあると思うんですが、あの、僕の中ではロマンをさらに噛み砕くことはできない、ですね。なのであとはもう、それぞれの人が感じとっていただければっていう感じなんですが。あの、歓びでもあるし、哀しみでもあるし、そういう、いろんなものに当てはまる、人生みたいな。よくなんか「そこにロマンが」「男のロマンがある」とかみたいに言いますけど、それ以上噛み砕く必要はないんじゃないかな、という。いろんな人が、まぁ、物語上のいろんな人が、生きて、いろんなことを為して何を感じたのか、どういう人生だったのか、という、一つひとつのドラマを、ロマンとしてお届けしましょう、というような、感じのアルバムですね。

工藤: はい、それではその、『Roman』から一曲ちょっとお聴きしたいと思うんですけれど��

Revo: はい。

工藤: 続いての曲はどのようなニュアンスの曲なんでしょうかね？

Revo: そうですね、あの～、ちょっと不吉な曲と言いますか。

工藤: 不吉？

Revo: はい。ある、宝石がありまして、その宝石を持ってる人は不幸になると。

工藤: ほう！

Revo: で、不幸になるので、別の人の手に渡る。で、そうすると、その別の人もまた不幸になり、っていうどんどん連鎖していくような宝石にまつわる……邪悪な感じの話なんですが。

工藤: なるほどですね。

Revo: それをちょっと聴いていただきたいな、と。

工藤: はい。

Revo: 思ってます。

工藤: 紹介お願いします。

Revo: はい。それではですね、『呪われし宝石』、聴いてください。

（呪われし宝石）

工藤: Sound Horizon　Story Album『Roman』から2曲、お聴きいただいたわけですけれども。Revoさん、続いてはいかがいたしましょうか？

Revo: そうですね、あの～、今、邪悪な曲を聴いてもらったので、次はハートフルな曲もあるんだよと、いうことを知ってもらいたいなという意味も含めまして、『星屑の革紐』という、曲が、あります。

工藤: はい。

Revo: これを、聴いていただきたいな、と。

工藤: はい。それではですね、曲に対する思い入れなんかはこの後にお聴きいただきたいなと思います。

Revo: はい。

工藤: では曲紹介お願い致します。

Revo: はい。では『星屑の革紐』、聴いてください。

（星屑の革紐）

工藤: はいでは、『星屑の革紐』についていろいろお聞きしたいなと思うんですけども、こちらの思い入れなんかをちょっと聞かせていただければなぁと思います。

Revo: はい。これはですね、ある少女と、まぁ盲導犬の、お話なんですが、あの～、まぁ家庭環境の問題なんかもあったりして、結構寂しい、お父さんはいるけど、お母さんはいなかったり。あと、目が見えないので、そういうことに対する、何か心の、闇って言ったらあれなんですけど、哀しみの部分があって、それを盲導犬を通していくことによって、世界っていうものを恐ろしいものじゃなくて、もう少し、愛せるもの愛しいものとして受け止めていくような、少女の成長物語みたいな。

工藤: ああ、なるほどですね。

Revo: 部分もあったりするので、邪悪な曲ばっかりを作っている訳じゃないということも。

工藤: (笑)

Revo: 知ってもらいたいという。

工藤: そうですね。あと続いての曲もどちらかというと、あの暗い訳ではなくて、軽いといったらあれなんですけれども、優しい一曲になってると思うんですけれども。

Revo: そうですね、あの～、よく、人が亡くなったりするようなお話多いんですが、あの～、でも人間って、死にますからね。

工藤: うん。あ、そうですね。

Revo: それは、もう。それは、哀しみは哀しみなんだけれども、じゃあ生まれてきたことって哀しみなのかっていうものがあったりするので、う～ん、大きく言っちゃうと、愛であったりするんですが、そういう、生きてる中で、どういう人を愛して、愛されたかっていうような、そういうものを含めて生と死を描いているつもりなので、哀しいけど哀しくないというか、なんでしょうね。そういう部分を、感じとってもらえているんじゃないかなぁと。

工藤: なるほどですね。ではその曲も、聴いていただきたいと思うので、曲紹介お願い致します。

Revo: はい。それでは『１１文字の伝言』、聴いてください。

（１１文字の伝言）

工藤: はい、お聴きいただいたのは『１１文字の伝言』でしたが、こちらに対する想いなんかも聞かせて下さい。

Revo: そうですね、あの～、お母さんがいまして、そのお母さんが自分の産んだ子供に対して、ある伝言を送っているという、曲なんですが。う～ん、まぁホントに、一言で言うのが難しいので、聴いて、ホントに感じ取ってほしいなっていう、ことなんですけど。う～ん、まぁどんな風に……なんだろうな、生まれても……なんだろうな、やっぱ上手く言えないですね。

工藤: う～ん。

Revo: うん。

工藤: その、聴いた���々の、想いっていうのもまた違いますからね。

Revo: そうですねそれぞれいろんな人生、これまで歩んでこられたと思うんですが、あの～、一概に何かを不幸って思うことは、できない。その自分の知ってる範囲では思うけど、知られざる物語としてロマンとして、自分が産まれた時にも物語があったロマンがあったとか、そういうことを、やっぱ自分が生まれたなりにすぐなんで知らないんですが、伝言という形でたとえば「貴方を産んだ時はこうだったよ」とか、そういうのを残しつつ、でも死んじゃうお母さんからの「強く生きていきなさい」みたいな、メッセージがあったり。

工藤: なるほどですね。

Revo: はい。

工藤: うん、それではですね、その「１１文字の伝言」、に、ちょっともじりをかけまして、今回のあのライヴについて、皆さんにちょっとメッサージュを。何文字でも構いませんので、いただければなぁと思うんですけれども。

Revo: そうですねライヴについて……ですと、

　「ぜ・ひ、あ・そ・び・に・き・て・く・だ・さ……い！」

　あ、12文字になっちゃったぁ(笑)

工藤: ちょっと超えちゃいましたけど、でもそれでも伝わったと思います。

Revo: はい。

工藤: はい。それではですね、そのライヴでも使う、かもしれない一曲、ちょっと、聴いていただきたいななんて思うんですけれども、こちらの一曲はどんな感じになっていますでしょうか？

Revo: そうですね、あの～、『Roman』という、今日はアルバムからお届けしたんですが、最後に僕達マキシシングルも出してるので、一曲そちらの方からも、聴いていただいてみたいなことで、しようかなと思ってまして。『少年は剣を…』というマキシシングルから、『終端の王と異世界の騎士 ～The Endia & The Knights～』、聴いて下さい。

(終端の王と異世界の騎士 ～The Endia & The Knights～)

工藤: はい、それではですね、そろそろお別れのお時間、と言ったらあれなんですけれども、来てしまいました。

Revo: はい。

工藤: えっとですね、これの一番最後シメにかける曲なんですけれども。

Revo: はい。

工藤: こちらも、またちょっと違う思い入れが、あるそうなんですが。

Revo: そうですねあの～、ライヴを、やるんですが、あの～、そのオープニングテーマとして、皆で歌えるような、そういう歌があるといいなぁというので、あの、募集をしまして、応援してくれてるファンの人たちから、集まった言葉を元に、僕があの、組み立てて、曲をつけて、という。

工藤: ああ、なるほどなるほど。

Revo: で皆で歌おう、という。

工藤: なるほどですね。その曲自体はどこかで聴けたりはするんでしょうか？

Revo: そうですね、今あの～、webの方でも聴けると、思うし、本日も、そうですね。

工藤: そうですね。聴けますね。

Revo: あら！

工藤: 聴けちゃいますね。で、これを、聴いていただいて。

Revo: はい。

工藤: 予習ですね。

Revo: そうですね。してもらいつつ。

工藤: 明日は、第2夜、お送りしようと思います。一体どんな感じになるのかっていうのは？

Revo: そうですね、聴いての、お楽しみということで是非明日も、聴いてください。

工藤: はい。それではですね、最後に、曲紹介をお願い致します。

Revo: はい。それでは第一次領土復興遠征オープニングテーマ『Revive』、聴いてください。

（Revive）

（BGM:宵闇の唄）

工藤: いかがだったでしょうか。7月15日、札幌ニトリ文化ホールでライヴが行われるSound Horizon。Revoさんをお迎えして、本日は、Sound Horizon Week第1夜をお送り致しました。この後は、アルバム『Roman』より、インタビュー本編ではおかできなかった楽曲を、お届け致します。MUSIC PATIO ～Sound Horizon Week～、ナビゲーターは、工藤里美がお送りいたしました。明日の第2夜も、ご��待ください。

（美しきもの）

（歓びと哀しみの葡萄酒）

[pastelpoison88]

Prologue: Apathy

       You didn't care about the odd looks your siblings gave you as you walked through the halls in the middle of the night. It wasn't odd for your siblings to stare, even when it came to you leaving the grand castle in the middle of the night with a heavy backpack. You were usually estranged from your family anyway, always on your own when given the option and always holding yourself so strictly even then. Father Idris had praised you when you were younger, the pale prince with fangs always the first to defend you when Father Rhett, a muscular and tanned fellow, tried to push you to bond with your other relatives. You didn't blame him, wolves were more often than not close to their respective families. But Idris would never speak out against your mother, especially as you grew older and continued your ways. 

        Perhaps he was right to do so. As the Empress, your mother had the final say on everything. And also as the Empress, she was more than within her rights to use violence as a means of persuasion, if it ever came down to it. Your sister had found that out the hard way, having to walk around with web attached to her face for an entire day. It was pathetic, really, to see a teenager having to learn to keep her mouth shut in that manner. It had been an odd experience, you were quickly persuaded to leave the throne room that day. 

        You didn't miss a beat as you made it outside and to the gates where your siblings by the door called out for you.

        "Hey, we haven't seen you out and about..." said the tank spider, "what are you doing anyway?"

        "Classified information." Was all you said, your brother twiddling his mandibles.

        "Oh, uh, alright then." He stepped out of the way awkwardly, the other tank doing the same.

        A simple "Thank you" came out automatically from you as you walked into the trees, picking up your pace when you were out of sight. You weren't too sure of where you were heading but if you kept going east for about a week, you'd be out of Revo and into the Jungle of Nuul, claimed by Queen Nuulo. She allied herself against your mother and though she didn't play a key part in the war, her territory was the closest you would be able to get to go to the unclaimed territory without getting apprehended by anyone associated with your mother.

        You were going to get out and when you were done with that, you would drift far, far away.

[lilalbatross]

For the writer's asks, how about 3, 5, and 7?

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

uuuuuh okay i have a few fighting for this spot but if i had to be honest with a gift for burning means a lot to me and came together really quickly by my standards and just holds a special place in my heart

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

yo, 911LS fic where Billy is Literally Haunted by the dead 126. cause he just always looks so haunted and Billy Burke has the best kicked puppy face in the biz so why not give him actual ghosts. i screamed some ideas at @boasamishipper a while back but it's not coherent enough to make anything of. it'll just live as a scraps doc in my google drive

me torturing Billy Tyson what a huge surprise lmao

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

ahaha shit fuck uhhhh... lemme count. actively swirling is a Revo fic (1), a Fire Country fic (2), a Shoresy multichap (3), the Austin Alone sequel which is mostly outlined we just gotta get coordinated and stuff (4), Downpour which is 75% written and keeps doing genuinely awful things to my mental health when i try to finish it (5), a billy x owen multichap that i don't wanna say much about in case i never write it but i do think the idea Absolutely Fucks (6), and the billy x owen oneshot that i've actually made a little progress on this week (7)

so 7? i guess that's 7. fuck i gotta put some words down.

fic asks

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4.3.25 Thursday--I hate CHURCH OF CHRIST/INC! I still love my nana and sir Paez!!! Prayer's will still continue...

5:46 am

Still,have windblow...

Hating Church Of Christ or INC, coz they are fake as ever it is really a THURSDAY CRIME for me... Some and most!!!

Probably nana will go home here in the house, I just want without her NGT and calling my other relative's to help me on nana,if ever... Though not my ideal life to take care of nana, coz of the way of the 4 children of DE OCAMPO to me... Again and again, nana is a different issue...

I want my nana to survive this phase and I know we will still have the 2nd apocalypse...

I don't like REVO and a bugger who doesn't have maturity... I just met him in Conduent and windblow asking me, I just don't like a bugger who doesn't have a maturity... Revo is not in my mind now and it's been 6 months ago, already...

I had a nightmare for a month and a week now and some parts of my emotions feel envious and hurt and in pain... I feel jealous on Mitch for being the center in my dream. She met everyone and blended with a lot of different layers of people, in my dream... Why, she will do that? Did she meet the head of INC/ Church Of Christ? Did she bang the head? In my dream, she did but why?

What Revo is from ilocos? He is crazy coz in my dream he is with Mitch, Revo is being trapped somewhere here in this village.They banged in my dream and someone came here again to kill other bangers without thinking why they banged each other.

I need to find a cover for the bed... I hope I can buy a poops chair for nana but I'm still broke...

But calling other relatives to assist me coz it is wrong to be the main caregiver of nana... It is a wrong plan... But everything is automatic...

I'm still self-pitying... I'm single and I've been trapped and will tell Governor, I wanna be happy... I've been smashed for 18 years, since 2007... Then, why I wanted to be a SENATOR, if ever??? I will say GOVERNOR, I wanted attention and duty I know I can with his supervision but it is one of the options in life...

There is a secret between me and the Governor... Should I say it? or will keep it as a secret?

hmm... Some people hated power but what is business? They need power,right?

Yeah,yeah... Business needs power... Who is power? Business is fame? Fame is power??? I don't know...

Do I still look 15? Well, I love it! Can we make it 17 forever but hating to be always the ugly duckling...

What is that Mitch? be cute and be center?

6:28 am

Still,have windblow...

So,gay here... I have a make-up kit... Whew!

6:40 am

Still,have windblow...

I already prepare her ( nana ) clothes here, if she will go home... Hoping my PINTEREST STORE will be successful.. I need money... I feel self-pity angels...

6:45 am

Still,have windblow...

Not advertising CEBU PACIFIC AIR but hello angels!

Advertisement SITTI in the morning!!! Can CODY fetch me???

9:34 am

Still,have windblow...

I already prepare the clothes of nana and some panties and bra's... I need an extra relative to assist here, I feel insulted yesterday... But I truly love my nana but the arrangement in the family should be organized... I'm not immature...

3:52 pm

Still,have windblow...

It is really hot, it is weird!

I'm arranging my PINTEREST STORE HUB... I have a problem why, Amazon have to know the SSN? They should get the card or payment thru on-line like Paypal...

I hope other store, I can get the affiliation...

7:36 pm

Still,have windblow...

Thanks, Kokoy for the fish ball and kikiam and 1 sachet of latte...

Kokoy is my half-brother on my biological mother... He has a lot of tattoo on his body and I asked him what was that, he just said it was just an art...

I prefer trending siomai but it is so good to have fish ball and kikiam from time to time... But CODY is the best, I love eating and going to gym and I want spotlight with CODY, in a way...

Siomai thing if you are not 100% chinese sometimes they will kick you...

9:59 pm

Still,have windblow...

I feel self-pity for not having a modern phone until when,angels? I still don't have that 1500 pesoses to replace the LCD of my Samsung J8... Everyone here is on tight budgeting. I wanna leave this place, in time...

Hoping to get Cody coz I wanna travel and wanna get some progress and nose perfection. I can't get progress here...

11:09 pm

Still,have windblow...

This Beth is plastics she will give me allowance to take care of nana... I want my biological mother be dead... Huh? ( Ganun un hirit! ) That's her sudden comment...

I love my nana and I know someone is in the ritual inside the family... That is the painful thing in me...

Nana needs someone to always with her... She needs a caregiver and this Beth is magical....

Thank you for the angels who give life to nana and I know she will come back in time... It will take time...

11:45 pm

Still,have windblow...

I'm thinking of money and I need it but it is insulting in my part that they will just give me money if I take care of nana the sudden comment of my biological mother...

Well, for the angels who are linking and hearing me and GOD ALMIGHTY thank you that nana is still here and it will take time, this nana can survive still a thousands years, if angels are genuine... I deserve a truthful angels...

We all need to take care of nana... We need an extra bed inside the room of nana, whoever will take care of her, someone can sleep with her...

Nana can't be alone inside her room...She needs a poop chair and a pull up cloth, I hate it we don't have enough money...We need an extra foam inside the room, on the floor for anyone who will be inside her room...

We need to take turns and I can do my PINTEREST HUB there then I need a switch2x coz I need to exercise, I have my me time...

I pray for the success of my PINTEREST HUB so that I can pay the wifi and my needs as well on my own money to earn...

I'm just worrying of my own future coz of the trap situation made by a natural phenomena or a bad curse but thankful on the good rituals as well...

I want my nana to live more and be on NOAH's arch... Gets? angels...

I want Jesus on that ritual be genuine...