#I NEED MORE NERU

[cornedbread]

Shoutout to @lewisfunks for making a HORRIBLE piece of art work that sparked a burning rage of creativity within me. I am so HAPPY that only Mikulex survived to make it to Twitter and these pink-yellow losers are trapped in Tumblr (lie). Popipopipo popipo it’s Faketsune Mikulex, Candane Tendy & Akideous Nerudena.

[yaminerua]

The spirit of my 13 year old self possessed me to draw my edgy old Naruto OC again;;;

[bmpmp3]

waai waiwai waiwaiwai is the most song ever

[pvj-karkalicious]

this can be triple baka

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Wearing every vsynth related piece of kandi I own to my friend's house.

[riririnnnn]

More random things in Blue Lock I find endearing:

-> Telepathy

There is something really sweet about knowing someone so well that you don't even need to verbally speak to them. The above panel is just so heartwarming—I really want what they have.

-> Mothers

I'm so happy that Mothers in this Manga actually look like Women who are Mothers to a High School-er and don't just look like High School-ers themselves.

You might say, "Oh, but it's only a few lines on their faces that make them look old!"

...

And that's point—it's easy af to make characters who actually look like Mothers and yet there are so many Mangas out there who fail to do this.

If you know, you know.

-> Hi-five!

Just look at them. Just look. Just. Look. At. Them.

Do I need to say something else?

It's the main reason why I don't want Neru to get out of NEL—I want more of these cuties to interact!!

-> Frenemies in U-20

The above interactions are so wholesome, you know. Like, it's very hard to explain, but the above scenes are just so heartwarming to me.

Rin was trying to cheer up Isagi in his own cold ways!

While considering how Isagi was so adamant on crushing Rin at the start, it's just so precious to see him being the first one to go congratulate Rin for his goal with a freaking HUG! And it just wasn't a normal hug, it was a DIVE-IN!

Boys please resolve your issues.

-> Two Duos

The way Reo looks at Nagi with concern and the way Yukimiya's arm is stretched out to give Isagi some kind of support—everything about this is pure wholesome.

Nagi-Reo was expected, but Yukimiya-Isagi was something unexpected.

Also the way Nagi is just: (O x O)

LOL.

-> Meanwhile this idiot (affectionate)

I hate this Bastard (I love him). He is such a menace. I'll smack him (I'll smooch his forehead). I'll whoop his ass if I get a chance (For real).

Did he just fly down from somewhere though?

Hey there, Chigiri.

-> Ubers PT - 2

You know, if you think over it, then Ubers have the most random ass characters together—

A tyrannical King

A 15 years old weeb

A glam can-be vogue model

A womaniser

A wannabe womaniser

And Lorenzo

and yet they are the team that feels the most family-like.

I adore them so much.

-> Unfaithful gentleman

When the Blue Lock-ers Vs U-20 was happening in the Bowling area, he was the first (and only) one who went to the registration counter—this behaviour just screams, "CAPTAIN!"

But on a second thought, I think his ahh just wanted an excuse to talk with the ladies behind the counter.

I just know he is such a smooth talker that you'll melt like a butter in a hot pan.

Someone get his ass!

-> Trust

It's one of those things that only a handful of people can understand and that is Kaiser trusting Ness to cut his hair.

Further, the way Kaiser opened up about himself feels bittersweet when you think about his backstory.

I hope those theories that revolved around Ness leaving Kaiser for Isagi never comes true.

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Part: 1, 2, 4.

[olahelal]

Hello everybody ,

I really appreciate your last help and need for you to be beside me till end.

It is the right time for you to do good , All of you know the results of the genocide war on Gaza ,which stall every dream we had stated away .

I lost my home ,every thing is destroyed by Jewish army and had been stealled.

My daughters are suffering, my second daughter Razan was born with one kidney and she is sensitive for nonclear water and needs for private nessisities ,there are noo food to be eated in north Gaza were my family live.

Can you imagine that my little girl Yara she have 3 years only ,she still remember the Jewish soldier with his gun directed to her face directly,she still cried everynight she remember them.

Every sent you donate has big effect for my family .

Please make your efforts for help my family and arrive my goal to bring them to me a abroad.

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[guitarstringed-scars]

how to lose a guy in 10 days- t. oikawa

masterlist

day ten

toru has only left his room 3 times in the last 2 days. only leaving when he needs to eat, or is forced out by his roommates. a knock on his door interrupts him from his moping.

“what?” he calls out, face buried into his bed.

“i think you should read this.” atsumus voice calls from the otherside of the door.

toru pulls himself out of bed, pillows falling to the floor around him. he slowly opens the door, peeking his head out.

“read what?” he asks, rubbing his eyes as he stares at atsumu standing in front of him.

“it’s the article y/n wrote.” atsumu answers, looking down at the newspaper in his hands.

“no.” toru slams the door shut, heading back into his bed.

“When I started to write this months column, I wanted to help out a friend of mine. I wanted to run an experiment to show what not to do in dating. What I didn’t realize, was that I was making a huge mistake.” atsumu starts reading the article.

toru freezes, slowly turning back around to the door and reopening it. he tears the paper from atsumus hands, and quickly reads the rest of the article.

I ended up losing the only guy i’ve ever actually had feelings for.

your writing repeats in his head as he rushes about the apartment, looking for a pair of shoes and socks. he quickly pulls them on.

“dude, where are you going?” atsumu questions.

“i gotta talk to her, obviously.”

with that, toru is rushing out of the apartment, he doesn’t know where exactly he’s rushing, but he is. he’s running across campus, as fast as he possibly can. he knows that you are probably handing out papers somewhere, he just has to narrow down where.

he races to the square on campus, searching for a table full of papers, and he finally finds it. you aren’t there. instead, he’s greeted by kiyoko, yachi, and tetsuro. he puts his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“she’s on her way back to her apartment.” yachi says, not even letting him get a word in.

toru nods, takes a breath, and then starts running again.

he catches you about 4 minutes of running later. you are strolling calmly as toru rushes up to you.

“toru?” you say, startled from the tall man running up to you.

“y/n.” he catches his breath. “i read your article.”

“oh.” you stop.

“is it true?” he holds up the paper.

“toru, i-”

“is this true? or are you just trying to get more reads?”

you think for a moment. ”i meant every word.”

“okay. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done that bet.”

“i’m sorry.” you say.

now the two of you are at a standstill, neither of you really know what to say.

“during the bet, i decided halfway through that i had real feelings for you.” he finally speaks up.

“okay. i believe you. do you believe me?” you ask.

“yeah.” he smiles, laughing a bit. “i really do.”

“can we…start over?” you ask, a smile growing on your face as well.

“yeah. i’d really like that.”

a/n: the end womp womp! rip how to lose a guy in 10 days i had fun!!!! there will prob be extras

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[ada7201]

How about the Blue Lock female player reader who has Unohana's personality, in the Blue Lock vs Japan u20 match? The Unohana reader is basically scaring the shit out of the Japan u20 team before the match starts, while in the match, and also after the match. She even scared Sae. For the first time, Sae felt true fear for the first time in his whole life.

i absolutely love this. i also love sae, but my man needs to be put in his place! for rin ♡ also, i’ve mentioned this before but i havent finished the blue lock manga so i don’t know much about the u20 team! i’ll just write them how i want for the sake of the story :3

“she’s scary!”

★ part 1 ★ part 2 ★ part 3

warnings ⭣ ⭣

female reader, swearing

(don’t forget to request any ideas you guys have!)

the japan u20 team were pretty surprised to hear that a girl was on the blue lock team - and even more surprised when they met you before the match.

you seemed so sweet, and gentle! how could a girl like you be a striker? an egoist?

“did you see the girl? she was a total snowflake!” Sendo chuckled, thinking back on the way you were so sweet to him - conversing with him as if he wasn’t gonna be playing against you the next day.

“yeah, but she was a hottie!” Aiku would chime, slipping his shirt on.

“she seemed really nice!” Neru would smile.

“lukewarm, is what she is.” Sae would sigh, looking away from the team to shuffle through his locker.

their opinions soon changed as they got onto the field.

as soon as they took their first step onto the field, a dark sense of dread came over the team.

“does anyone else feel that?” one of the players would ask, chuckling nervously.

they all shrugged the feeing off, instead choosing to listen to their ego and play.

the whistle was blown loudly, signaling for the match to start when you came rushing towards the u20 team, eyes sharp.

Aiku’s eyes widened, feeling a gust of wind past him - only to realise it was that girl from the day before who had just passed him.

wow, you were really fast -

“Aiku! move!” another u20 player would shout, warning him to move out of your way as you followed after them, attempting to steal the ball from under their feet.

you were like a flash on the field, easily passing any player and taking their ball.

SLAM!

the sound of your foot crashing against the ball echoed across the field - before the crowd cheered at your goal.

y/n scores the first goal of the game! 1-0 in favour of blue lock!

Shidou wasn’t all that surprised at the sound - as he had heard it many times. but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of the u20 team - who had wide eyes.

how could your foot even make that sound?

Sendo watched as you once again sped towards their side of the field, feet thumping against the field with each heavy step you took.

“the fuck do you think your doing? either move or get that ball stolen from you.” you say, dark eyes trained on the player in front of you.

should he do it—? no, he can’t! his ego won’t allow it -

your eyes seemed to darken impossibly more, face contorting into a scowl as you watched Sendo clearly disobey your order.

SLAM!

your foot slammed down on the ball as you passed to Rin.

“how dare you.” you whisper as you finally get a moment to stand, and breathe.

you lean closer to Sendo, ego filled eyes narrowing.

“don’t ever think of doing that again, okay?” you hiss, before dashing away and towards the ball who was being kicked by Sae.

you couldn’t see, but Sendo’s face paled significantly, and his eyes widened.

was he… sweating?

SLAM!

y/n scores once again! blue lock in the lead, 3 - 1!

you were staring to irritate Sae - who do you think you are, coming onto the field like that and acting like you’re not just another player who wants to be the best?

he never thought you were that scary, until he felt your dark presence loom over him.

he could practically feel your ego radiating off of your soft skin.

“move, or get run over.” you say simply, eyes practically stabbing through Sae’s back.

Rin was on the other side of the field, but he knew - he could see on his brother’s expression that something was off. he must’ve run into y/n, Rin thinks.

he noticed the way Sae’s lips slightly frowned - eyebrows knitted together in fear.

Sae was … scared. really fucking scared.

how could he not be, when you were right behind him ready to collide with his bigger body?

“i said fucking move!” you practically bark, before running past him - your shoulder bumping his.

the rest of the game was a blur to everyone - the only thing they could remember was your dark eyes glaring back at them.

the locker room was silent, only the player’s shaky breaths could be heard.

you had fucking crushed them and their team.

could their ego ever recover after receiving such a blow?

Sae could barley stand walking near you as you exited the building.

“oh, hello. you’re Sae, right?” you’d say sweetly to him, smiling politely at the older Itoshi.

he slowly turned his head to you, heartbeat quickening as he heard your voice. it was lighter than when it was on the field, yet he still couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“um, hi.” he managed to choke out, taking a side step away from you to create some distance, which you responded to by moving closer.

“you’re a good player.” you say, that sugary smile still on your lips. “i’m sorry if i scared you.”

scared him…?

you fucking terrified him, along with the rest of the u20 team.

[ourtalechara]

... thoughts? (Full idea under cut)

What if someone who knows how to use vocal synths like. Made a vocaloid version of Hamilton. Assign each member of the cast a character that sings for them. It'd probably be a community project if it happened, because that's a big undertaking, but it would also be more fun as a community thing. I don't really know how to use these programs, (I have tried to make Teto say things, and technically I have succeeded in making her say things) BUT I can brainstorm casting ideas with my limited knowledge of fanon Vocaloid personalities!

As indicated by the picture above Hatsune Miku would probably take the role of Hamilton. Her being the most popular Vocaloid makes her a prime candidate for title character. Also I just like the image above with Miku's silhouette on the star with her name.

Idk who Burr would be. Flower maybe? Off the top of my head. Is there someone who it would make sense to oppose Miku in the way that Burr does? An anti-miku? Neru? Nah, I've got better plans for Neru...

You can't spell Laurens without L en. You can spell Philip without it, but that doesn't matter, he's going to be playing that role anyway. It just feels kinda natural for me, as he's pretty young and boyish, which fits Philip, and I feel it fits Laurens too. There's no Len's-relationship-to-Miku-mirrors-Laurens-relationship-to-Hamilton to this or anything, I'm pretty sure that's the case for most of these.

Lafayette is Teto this is a fact. They're both so silly and they like baguettes they're the baguette bois I need this so bad someone give me a Teto cover of guns and ships and I will love you please I feel this in my soul.

Also, I like the idea of Teto in the second act wearing a flashy red coat and debating with Miku in the cabinet. She's perfect for this role.

Mulligan/Madison? Uh. Idk. Again. Flower? Again? Maybe Fukase? I will probably form a stronger opinion on this/borrow someone else's opinion later.

The Schuyler Sisters!

I'd say MEIKO has good strong eldest sister energy fit for Angelica. Also they're both red.

For Eliza, my first instinct is to say Luka, although there's also a voice in my head saying Gumi, and there's also probably someone outside of my head who has another idea that might be better. ?

Rin has big "and Peggy" vibes.

For Washington I want to say KAITO or Guackpo, like, a tall, imposing man. KAITO would be perfect if it weren't for the fact that in most fan works I've seen, KAITO's pretty goofy, and Washington really isn't. I think that that's probably just bias though, he's not always like that. He could make a great Washington. Idk much about Guackpo but it could probably fit. He's a samurai. I don't know if that has anything to do with anything, but maybe it could.

Philip Schuyler as Neru. I initially thought of this as a joke, as Schuyler doesn't speak a word himself, and Neru has no official voicebank (I personally headcanon her as mute), but Neru as his second act counterpart, James Reynolds, could be really interesting? Neru hates Miku so much that she decides to extort her for money and ruin her career? It feels very in character for Neru to do some of this stuff in a way, it just feels right I guess.

So that's. Most of the main characters. Or all of them. Unless I'm forgetting someone. I have no ideas for side characters other than the Neru ideas. I feel like the utau default voice whose name I don't know off the top of my head should be in there somewhere. Maybe. Maybe the one with the big blue thing on her head. The young one. In positive dance time. Idk there's lots of Vocaloids and lots of characters (but there's more Vocaloids) and I need to end this post now goodbye.

[kyugo-64]

I REALLY NEED PEOPLE TO REMEMBER YOWANE HAKU AMD AKITA NERU AND THIS ICONIC TRIO UP THERE

Its not like no one no about haku and neru but really haku its more forgoten than doing the dub and neru don even have a voicebank [this include haku too] i like the triple baka squad but i feel like after becoming vocaloid teto forget his friends after becoming vocaloid [especially haku]

[pocket-watcher]

I got a call from an advertisement and now I have an idea for you. An advertiser is calling a person. The person decides to troll them, but suddenly becomes mesmerized by their really attractive offer. (You know, when you want to ask tricky questions to a caller, but he still sticks to his program. It really sounds like the advertiser is hypnotized and is trying to subordinate you to this program as well. It seems that after the call, you will become the next one who starts calling everyone in a row, distributing a hypnotic program.)

Oh this is too good not to write! I hope you enjoy :)

Ring ring.

Oh man, Tashi thought, this could be it!

She didn’t recognise the number, but Tashi was waiting for a call from her (hopefully) soon to be new landlord!

“Hello?” She answered.

“Why, hello there. Is this Tashi?” The deep voice on the other end asked.

“Speaking!” Tashi fidgeted with the hem of shirt nervously. Man, I really need this, she thought. I can’t last another day living here.

“Why hello there Tashi.” The caller sounded exhausted. Almost half asleep. “I’m calling about a great new offer from Neru Tech. Would you mind answering a few questions?”

Oh great, she thought. A cold caller.

Now this could… interesting. She has some time to kill, right? And she could always end the call when her future landlord called.

“Go ahead.”

“Firstly, how are your sleep patterns looking?”

Tashi thought that her sleep patterns would greatly improve if she continued listening to the slow monotoned voice on the other end.

She yawned slightly. Great, this caller had just made her aware of just how tired she was. She felt herself sink into her chair slightly.

“Oh, yeah, just terrible! Night terrors and all that! Just all these horrible dreams about cold callers.”

She waited for a reaction.

But it never came.

She yawned.

“And, your stress levels? How would you rate them from 1 to 10 - 10 being extreme stress.”

Her stress? On a normal day she’d say pretty high. But on this call? The slow voice was a surprisingly nice change of pace. So methodical in the way they spoke. But, Tashi was committed to wasting as much of their time as possible.

“I’d say with the current state of the world I’m sitting at a 94.” She chuckled, her words being more truthful than she’d care to admit.

She lazily lolled her head around waiting for the next question.

“And finally, how hard is it to think right now?”

How hard is it to think? What kind of question was that?

She thought for a moment. Sure she was tired, but she was relaxed. She could think just fine. Ugh, what kind of product were they even trying to sell?

“Oh it’s super easy. A million thoughts a minute! What with all that stress and all.” She rolled her eyes. “How hard is it for you to think right now?”

She heard the person on the other end of the line laugh.

“I don’t think. Neru Tech thinks for me.”

Tashi suddenly felt very off. What was this? Had she even ever heard of Neru Tech?

“So… that offer you mentioned?” She tried to change the subject.

“Ah yes. It helps improve sleep quality, stress, and empty’s your mind of any pesky thoughts that might be troubling you…”

Tashi laughed nervously.

“Okay… I’m going to hang up now.” She hovered her finger above the “end call” button.

“No you aren’t.”

The voice didn’t sound threatening. Or cocky.

It had no personality whatsoever.

“Uh, yes I am. And I’m going to report this number too!”

The audacity, Tashi thought.

“You aren’t going to because you can’t.”

Can’t?

Her finger hovered still. Why was she still listening to this idiot. Why couldn’t she hang up the phone.

“Just relax Tashi. This is all the wonderful work of our latest offer. Let yourself sink into your chair. Unroll your shoulders. Let your mouth hang open.

She couldn’t move. Her body just relaxed on its own. Like every sentence was hardwired into her brain.

“That’s it. So obedient. Just keep losing yourself in my words. Listening and following along. Slowly drifting.”

Tashi felt goosebumps along her body. Each thought was a battle. All she could do was listen.

“Very good. You’re doing so well for me. For us. You want to be one of us, don’t you?”

She did. Tashi wanted whatever they told her she wanted. She nodded, despite the fact they couldn’t see her.

“Excellent. You’ll make a fine addition to the team. Just stick to your script and you’ll do perfectly, okay?”

Tashi felt so good. To have a new job. A new purpose.

She hung up and a text appeared on her phone.

It was a number to call.

[boinin]

Last minute speculation about the next chapter, which will hopefully leak today. 247 will carry the title "Originality" according to PO2 Scans.

In this chapter, Noa rounds up the Japanese players for a strategy meeting. He finds Igaguri and Kiyora training (calling it now: they're rehearsing malicia foul 💀), while the other seven are in the monitor room checking out the new rankings.

...but there's ten players in BM.

...Kunigami, I'm trying to give your emo ass plot relevance, bear with me.

More likely than not, "Originality" will be Noa glazing Isagi and his MV powered plays, during the strategy meeting. Maybe it'll be the coach throwing Igaguri, Kiyora and Neru a bone at last, with an order to showcase their originality. Because they're unseen talents, that might give BM an edge over PXG.

Go figure. But what the title made my mind jump to was the inverse of originality: imitation.

Kunigami is Noel Noa's mimic, the Wild Card copycat. Although it's hard to get a read on the frigid bastard, it's unlikely he's pleased by this hulking teenager trying to ape his playstyle. He's an egoist himself, after all, if not one in Ego Jinpachi's mould. Besides, the experiment has arguably failed.

Being Noel Noa hasn't worked in Kunigami's favour.

Wild Card improved his physical stats, robbed him of his ability to co-operate on the pitch, and has rendered him next to invisible in Bastard Munchen. Yukimiya and Hiori had more impact in round 3 against Ubers, and the latter barely played five minutes of that match.

I could go on and on, but I already have: here I talk at length about Kunigami's character arc. But in short, in my view, this is the key thematic question of the Neo Egoist League, for both him and Isagi:

"Originality" is one of the qualities needed to adapt and survive. Isagi shows it in spades, and has all but conquered the team for himself. It's about time Kunigami took that advice on board and changed tactic.

But.... let's see. Watch the next chapter be an Isagi-glaze fest—I'll head to Tumblr Live on its deathbed to wipe the egg off my face.

[grass-detector]

Introduction post?

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But because someone just asked me i need to put it here.

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[riririnnnn]

So till now we got these match-ups:

Isagi Vs Rin

Kunigami Vs Shidou

Hiori Vs Charles

Possible match-ups:

Ness Vs Zantetsu

Raichi Vs Tokimitsu

Kiyora Vs Karasu

The free players we have in the field are:

Michael Kaiser

Nanase Nijiro

I'm proud of my boy, Nanase, but saying Kaiser Vs Nanase is a bit.. farfetched. I could say Kaiser Vs Loki once the latter is subbed in, but it doesn't make sense because of two reasons:

Loki isn't a player in PxG. He is the coach and till now, we have only seen Coach Vs Coach. Further his statement about surpassing Noa gives us a hint of Noa Vs Loki happening.

Loki will only be in the field for three minutes.

It'll be an interesting thing to see since there are four more benched players (of Blue Lock):

Kurona Ranze

Igarashi Gurimu

Neru Teppei

Yukimiya Kenyu

Kurona's sub in is low-key necessary since his ranking dropped from 12 to 16 and the same could be said for Yukimiya because he went from 9 to 14.

IGA-DA-GOAT-GURI and Neru literally have zero bids, and considering Noa's behaviour when Kiyora's sub in got halted because of Isagi, I do think Noa will sub in these two to give them some kind of exposure, so that they, at least, have a club where they could go—I think a really funky type of man will find Igaguri really humourous and hence, will invite him in his club.

Now, the two main stuffs I wanted to rant about are:

Hiori Vs Charles

Taking in account of Hiori's gameplay ever since he was introduced, many in the Fandom had correctly predicted about Charles Vs Hiori.

The main takeaway from this matchup is that alongside Reo, I think Hiori might play as one of the main midfielder in U-20 World Cup. He has already been called as someone with an ego alike that of Sae's, so Hiori Vs Sae or Hiori + Sae gameplay might happen in the future.

I also think that no matter what's the result of BM Vs PxG is, Charles will, probably, acknowledge Hiori as his main rival or something and form a rivalry. Charles will also level up a lot because of Hiori and vice versa.

It'll be an interesting thing to see the possible reaction of Hiori's parents when he'll return back home—I hope he traumatises back his parents or maybe his parents will change for good and support Hiori for real this time since aiming to become the best midfielder is an amazing thing too.

Kiyora Vs Karasu

This matchup isn't yet confirm (as of 25 March, 2024), I just think it's plausible because of recent chapters' panels, but if it came to be true, then it can give us a lot of information about Kiyora's gameplay.

One interesting thing to note is that Karasu's gameplay includes putting pressure on his opponents and breaking them while guess what Kiyora dislikes? Yes, atrophy, which can be interpreted as something breaking. One more thing that is noteworthy is that Karasu was provoking Isagi during the tryouts in the third selection and guess what Kiyora likes? Yes, someone provoking him.

Karasu is a very witty person and physically comparing them, Kiyora stands no chance, so it can only be a battle of wits and if Kiyora wants to truly defeat him, then he needs to pull up some smartass moves to deceive him.

Honestly, comparing some of their traits, these two seem like a really good matchup to eachother.

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Kiyora and Rin lookalike (volume cover), so what if they are cousins or something? That'll be interesting.

[neneru-nowhere]

Finding Love - Thavnair

"Dear Diary

Do the gods still speak with us? Until a short while ago, I was not certain they even truly existed."

Neneru sat on the edge of a fountain, charcoals in hand. Smudges smeared her hands as well as the front of her dress where she'd attempted to wipe them clean. The little sketchbook she would soon mail to her publisher back home was nearly full now--the newest volume detailing her most recent months spent abroad in Ilsabard and now Thavnair.

Kugane had been nice, but she felt as though she were staring at an exhibit. It was as though there were always a pane of glass between her and what she saw, as though she were doomed to only ever be the observer. Thavnair broke down those barriers with the abundant warmth of hospitality.

It didn't stop her from feeling like an observer. Rather, it made her yearn to be part of something all the more. Before the riots in Ul'Dah, before Sister Grimalkin, before the Masaraja pits, Neneru found life and love in her work writing down the stories and traditions she learned in her travels. Books full of folklore, recipes, truisms, history, anything people were willing to provide her. And along all of them, simple sketches in charcoal or full portraits from the little watercolor kit she sometimes carried.

But since those last days back home, there was a hole sitting inside her.

Neneru noticed it first when her magic lost its strength. She attributed it to the loss of her beloved staff during the fighting. Her mistress, F'reya, saw something different.

"You need to find that joy again. You've lost sight of what you're using magic for. What you're doing any of this for. My little dove, you used to love traveling before you came to me."

Neneru stared.

"Am I wrong," 'Reya asked.

"No, sir." The Lalafellin apprentice opened her mouth to protest. "But my studies. My work with the Cross. Don't you need me here?"

"That's your lesson. That's your studies." F'Reya Fahl styled herself as the self-appointed 'Wizard Prince,' including the over-the-top regalia of her alleged station. The Miquote gave a shrug of a single shoulder and smiled down at her charge. "Neru, my little bell pepper, I want you to hit the road."

"If it ever happened that my mother found my journals, she would be broken hearted to know that I haven't believed in the Traders--or any of the Twelve for that matter--since I was a little girl. Nald'thal didn't rescue their city when the calamity came. And all the wealth of Ul'dah did nothing for my family and the other refugees who'd lost our homes all about Thanalan when we were hungry and dying.

When I later learned the nature of such constructs as Primals, well, I suppose that sealed it for me. If the Twelve ever truly existed at all, then surely they were Aetherial constructs of fanatical devotion. No true gods. None who could delivery us from evil, least-wise.

So why do I feel so strange about this encounter?"

"Your technique is lovely."

A shadow fell across her, darkening the page. Looking up, Neneru saw a Ciera woman towering above her. The simple size difference between the two made it seem like the older woman eclipsed the very sun. The lines of her face felt familiar as though she could be related to any of the Ciera Nene held dear. But the blue-green hue of her pale hair marked the tall woman as a clearly unrelated individual.

"May I?" She gestured to the fountain lip beside Neneru.

Nene affected her brightest smile--the one she kept on hand for children, stubborn merchants, and unexpected guests.

"Please. Do." The lalafell scooched to one side to give her new companion room. Nene resumed her sketch, now aware of the audience.

The centerpiece of the two pages laid flat across her lap was a detailed drawing of the bazaar's plaza with quick impressions of locals, hawkers, and guards occupying it. Surrounding the tableau, Neneru filled the pages with rough gestures of clothing and architectural details with notes about their cultural, religious, or political significance.

At this moment, however, her hands roughed in a pair of kneeling children she watched playing on the colorful pavers. She'd been watching the game for all of a half hour--since the children first settled to the task--and as near as she could tell it was a distant cousin of the game Jacks.

"Yes," the Viera hummed to herself. "Very good technical skill. Were you perchance a member of some guild?"

Neneru shook her head. "Self-taught." It was a skill picked up during her years at the Ossuary when she suddenly had ready access to more paper than she'd ever seen in her life. The skill proved especially useful when she'd started submitting her travel journals to the publisher. Not many bought the papers with her articles, but it was a thrill to know even a handful of people had copies of her writing.

"Well, you're quite talented."

Neneru did not take her eyes from the children, but the comment made her forced smile loosen with genuine warmth. "Thank you."

Blowing stray charcoal dust from the pages, she closed the book and set it aside. "I sense a 'but' at the end of your sentence."

If the Viera felt called out, she did not show it. Instead, she beamed. "Well, I complimented the technical skill because that seemed your focus. They are practical drawings. Do you not enjoying what you do?"

All technique and no passion. A familiar refrain these days.

"I do." Neneru gave the comment a diffident shrug.

"I sense a 'but' at the end of your sentence," the Viera returned with a wry smile.

A breath of a laugh escaped Neneru's throat. "Guilty. Mm, I suppose I'm just trying to find myself. I've been through much lately, and though I find naught to be wrong with me, there's no more flame."

"No more flame." The Viera woman mulled over the words. She had no other response, and the two of them sat in companionable silence for a time.

Across from them, the children's game was interrupted by the arrival of a hyuran boy. By appearance he seemed to be the big brother of one of their number. When the two hugged, Neneru caught the Viera woman shining with a joyous look.

As if sensing her questioning look, the Viera leaned in and stage whispered, "Don't these scenes always warm you? The love between two people?"

Neneru only smiled politely in reply.

In retrospect, the way she spoke was strange. As though she were the mentor figure in a parable. I told her nothing of my late sister, but I get the impression she knew. It didn't need to be said. I fear I must sound paranoid. Her question after sounded so much like Mistress 'Reya's. Had I not such familiarity with my teacher's glamours as to be able to spot them, I would swear it were her trying to clumsily teach me some moral lesson.

"Is there aught that you love, Miss Neneru?"

Nene regarded her through hooded eyes. "How did you know my name?"

"Did you not tell me?" The woman considered it for a moment. "I am certain you did."

Nene did not feel so confident, but she corralled her protests. To the original question she said, "Certainly I do. We all do, don't we?"

"Not everyone." The woman's smile turned sad now. "We are full capable of forgetting how to love after hard times, and there is something of it that can cause your humanity to wither. Food becomes tasteless, things that once propelled you forward now provide no impelling fuel, things that came so naturally no longer click into place."

The comment thumped uncomfortably close and Neneru looked away, schooling her face and voice to mirror stillness. "Yes, well, is not everyone undergoing hard times?"

"Of course. Interesting times we live in, are they not? Calamities and scions, and the End of Days. Abominations in Thavnair, famine in Garlemald, riots in Ul'Dah. One could easily lose their way in all this despair."

"But it's all over, is it not?" Neneru hated that the question sounded so uncertain. The riots, at least, were over for the time being.

"Like as not, we'll see more trials ahead. And I think people need to remember how much they need each other, need the things and people they love. The passions that push them forward."

Half turning, Neneru fixed the woman with a searching look. "Do I know you?"

"No, I apologize. I think I just lose hold of my tongue some times. Please forgive me if I'm being over-familiar. Say..."

"Yes?"

"Could you perhaps draw me? I'll pay."

Neneru considered it for a moment.

"Please?"

A warmth like the first gulp of a cup of chain heated her smile and Neneru took up her leather sketchbook once more.

We talked for a time, and she said much the same as Mistress 'Reya and even Miss Trachynwyda about needing to remember what I care about. After, she paid me. A handful of gil coins from a scattering of nations. I made to tear the page out to give to her, but she merely asked to inspect the drawing. She smiled and handed it back to me, leaving without another word. Though the entire encounter has left me with the sense of something larger happening beyond my sight, I did not find the last piece until looking back over my day's work before bed. In the footer of the woman's portrait someone had written "There are many kinds of love."

And beside it, a drawing of two circles, one greater and one lesser. The moons Menphina and Dalamud. Though I counted coins from Thavnair, Kugane, and even Sharlyan, the lion's share came from Ishgard. Didn't the archon Louisoix put one of his monuments to the Twelve in the slopes of Coerthas? I will make a note to visit when I return to the Cross. I'm still unsure what good I am to the organization, but I'll keep trying. People I love are counting on me.

Neneru stuffed her journal back into her travel bag and leaned against the walkway's railing, watching people in the plaza below. Two days now she'd come back, hoping for some glimpse of the mysterious pale-haired Viera. But so far she was disappointed. But her time was up. Mistress 'Reya was due to arrive by Aetheryte soon, and she wanted to clean up and look presentable for her mentor.