#nonstatic

[sarroora]

It was never about ‘kHaMaSSss’. It was always about land theft, settler colonialism and ethnic cleansing.

[chickenstrangers]

I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR (2023) || EPISODES 1 TO 6

Yai looking at Jom

[antirepurp]

oh yeah we have a date for original gens getting delisted from steam so grab it before september 9th unless you wanna fish it from sonic game bundles or whatever the hell they meant by that

[sarroora]

Disregarding Palestininan lives because they're not 'white people' is one thing. JUSTIFYING the genocide happening against them - when they are the ones under a brutal siege and settler colonialism for 76 years - is another level of sick.

Going into a refugee camp full of half-starved people, disguised as humanitarian aid workers so people trust them and welcome them in, and then CARPET BOMBING everyone with glee is beyond human comprehension. This has nothing to do with 'saving hostages'. This is pure barbarity and savagery.

This is what every non-western person has been trying to explain to westerners for years:

USA's idea of 'freedom' is to wipe out other nations' sovereignty, force them to submit, make them a mirror of itself culturally (read: cultural imperialism), and control their oil and resources.

Israhell is a fully-backed colonial project in the Middle East. Protected and aided by the US. It is indeed, as the criminal named Biden stated, the 51st state.

And if you dare fight back, like any dignified, self-respecting person would, YOU are the terrorist.

This is what people from all over the world - including the UN itself - have been trying to explain to you for decades.

people see news of 200+ palestinians being killed in one attack and scroll or think about it for about a minute then move on. but if 200+ people died in an attack in the west it would be mainstream news and all people spoke about for weeks. i know the numbers of palestinians being killed are astronomical and its impossible to keep up (which is absolutely sickeningly horrifying, there are no words), but the lack of value placed in palestinians lives and disregard shown is insane

[pesura]

album stream: Martin Nonstatic - Live in Athens (Ultimae, 2024)

[trevlad-sounds]

21.06.2024

For the Birds 6

Intro 00:00

David Cordero-Voice of the Forest 00:11

Sven Phalanx-Alone in the Dark 03:43

Drifts In Autumn-Daant 04:33

Audio Obscura-Babyloniacid 10:38

NYORAI-Tsuioku (追憶) 15:07

Time Rival-After the Rain + Ukulele (Pheasant Ridge) 20:22

The NRG-Earth Mother 25:05

Simone Gatto-The Path To Inner Peace 30:20

Moray Newlands-Snake Park 34:30

Martin Nonstatic-Beyond Lightning (Part 5) 37:33

Daou-By the window 42:59

Fallen-Your Bright Eyes, My Brightest Sight 47:08

[static-miku-daily]

accidentally reblogged like 4 of my friends posts on here whoops

[indefinite-pitch]

Martin Nonstatic - Beyond Lightning Part 4

Martin Nonstatic will need little introduction to those that have been following our imprint for a decade or more. The Austrian-based producer has developed an ardent following for his cerebral portrayals of terrestrial life. After a string of impactful releases with Ultimae, we welcome one of our oldest friends back into the fold. Martin embarks on a hiatus from his rhythmic endeavors to deliver a five-part concept that plunges listeners into the depths of a storm cloud.

[komsomolka]

Whistle-blowers are also delegitimised as Russian agents. The founder of Wikileaks, Julian Assange, rose to fame as he published documents revealing US war crimes in Iraq, classified US diplomatic cables and other embarrassments among more than 10 million documents on war and spying. Wikileaks also published Vault 7, which includes the CIA’s hacking techniques by for example using stolen malware produced in countries such as Russia, which is used to imitate Russian hackers and leave false fingerprints to misdirect attribution to Russia.

US vice president Joe Biden labelled Assange a “high-tech terrorist” in 2010 (MacAskill, 2010). Nonetheless, the Obama administration did not prosecute Julian Assange for publishing classified documents since it would be a threat to press freedom. In what was referred to as the “New York Times problem”, the US Department of Justice could not prosecute Assange without also possibly prosecuting the New York Times or other newspapers for doing the same (Horwitz, 2013).

However, by delegitimising Assange a Russian agent, the argument could be made that he was not a journalist. The New York Times reported in August 2016 that among US officials “the emerging consensus is that Mr. Assange and WikiLeaks probably have no direct ties to Russian intelligence services” (Becker et al., 2016). Although, however, as relations deteriorated under the Russiagate allegations, CIA Director Mike Pompeo broke with this consensus in 2017 by stating: “It is time to call out WikiLeaks for what it really is—a nonstate hostile intelligence service often abetted by state actors like Russia” (Harris, 2017). In the absence of evidence, Pompeo argued that WikiLeaks had criminalised itself by cooperating with Russian state media: “Russia’s primary propaganda outlet has actively collaborated with WikiLeaks” (Harris, 2017).

Whistle-blowers such as Edward Snowden who worked for the NSA could be prosecuted without involving Russia, although manufacturing a Russian connection was instrumental to delegitimise him and shifting the narrative from US spying to Russian spying. The US government relentlessly delegitimised Snowden as a Kremlin agent for seeking asylum in Russia. This portrayal deliberately misrepresented facts as Snowden was merely on a flight to Latin America that transited through Moscow when US authorities revoked his passport. Obama’s administration, including Deputy Security Advisor Ben Rhodes, presented Snowden’s decision of going to Russia as conclusive evidence that he was a Kremlin stooge and not a legitimate whistle-blower. Yet, a more honest assessment emerges in the memoirs of Ben Rhodes, in a chapter about Cuba where he discusses how he successfully exercised political pressure on Havana. Rhodes refer to how the Obama administration cancelled Snowden’s passport and Rhodes personally pressured the Cuban government to reject Snowden’s transit. Rhodes (2018) boasted how Snowden “wanted to go to Venezuela, transiting through Havana”, although by threatening the Cubans to reject entry “Snowden was stuck in the Moscow airport, trying to find someone who would take him in”.

Russophobia: Propaganda in International Politics by Glenn Diesen.

[sarroora]

👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼

I, like countless others, am feeling frustrated, angry, utterly heartbroken and next to hopeless because of all that has been happening to the beautiful people in Gaza. I'm not good with words, but anyone who has been following the events unfolding in Palestine knows that posts about Palestine are what keep it from dying on the public eye, and I'm glad to see that the engagement and content has been going strong even after 4 months.

All the people in Palestine ask of us is to never stop fighting for them.

Don't stop speaking up.

Don't stop protesting.

Don't stop boycotting.

Don't stop posting.

Don't stop sharing resources.

Don't stop engaging with any and all pro-Palestinian content.

I'm hoping against hope for Palestine, because the only other thing I could do would be to give up hope entirely. And that's nowhere near being a fucking option.

[joaofelix70]

MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

[girlactionfigure]

The #ICJ targeting Israeli leaders—no matter who they are—is a dangerous precedent. Here’s why:

 No Jurisdiction: Israel isn’t a party to the Rome Statute, and the ICJ doesn’t prosecute individuals. Using international courts this way undermines their credibility and legal integrity.

 Selective Justice: Why focus on Israel while leaders of other nations commit atrocities without consequence? This double standard weakens trust in global justice.

 Head of State Immunity: Prosecuting a sitting leader breaks with international norms, risking a dangerous politicization of the legal system.

 Impact on Peace: Criminalizing Israeli leadership won’t bring peace—it will harden divisions, destabilize the region, and derail negotiations.

 Asymmetric Warfare: Israel operates in a complex reality where nonstate groups like Hamas hide behind civilians while launching attacks. The full context matters.

I am a vocal critic of Netanyahu and his government, and I can also recognize that justice should never be weaponized for hateful and sinister agendas. Let’s uphold fairness and focus on real paths to peace. Call this out as it’s a threat to justice everywhere.

Hen Mazzig

[sarroora]

[indefinite-pitch]

Nils Edte - Organica Compendium I

Tracklist

01 Sellenti I

02 Sellenti II

03 Mira

04 Oniri

05 Aarde

06 Across Sellenti (Adhémar Reshape)

07 Looking At The Map (Adhémar Reshape)

08 From Mira To Oniri (Adhémar Reshape)

09 24 Hours In Aarde (Adhémar Reshape)

10 Sellenti II (Avsluta's Desert Trip Re-Imagination)

11 Aarde (Martin Nonstatic Remix)

12 Sellenti I (TAMA Remix)

13 Mira (Dåggěr Remix)

14 Mira (Clarence Rise Remix)

15 Oniri (Doctrina Natura Remix)

16 Oniri (Simone Bauer Remix)

Credits

This digital release is cut from the 24bit Master Source. Tracks (1-5) produced by Nils Edte from Stuttgart, Germany Originally released on 'Nils Edte - Organica' [PITCH17] Reshape (6-9) by Clément Davout aka Adhémar from Paris, France Originally released on 'Nils Edte x Adhémar - Organica Reshape' [PITCH19] Reinterpretations (10-16) 'Sellenti II (Avsluta's Desert Trip Re-Imagination)' Remix by Lucie Štěpánková aka Avsluta from London, United Kingdom 'Aarde (Martin Nonstatic Remix)' Remix by Martin van Rossum aka Martin Nonstatic from Linz, Austria 'Sellenti I (TAMA Remix)' Remix by Marko Mrdja aka TAMA from Stuttgart, Germany 'Mira (Dåggěr Remix)' Remix by Andrés Henao aka Dåggěr from Pereira, Colombia 'Mira (Clarence Rise Remix)' Remix by Clarence Rise from Epinal, France 'Oniri (Doctrina Natura Remix)' Remix by Alex Caballero aka Doctrina Natura from Seville, Spain 'Oniri (Simone Bauer Remix)' Remix by Simone Giovannetti aka Simone Bauer from Milan, Italy Originally released on 'Nils Edte - Organica Reinterpretations' [PITCH21] Mastered by J. David Lucio S. Artwork by Mark Wagner This is PITCH17X.

[allthecastlesonclouds]

well don't twist my arm or anything <3 (warning: oc rambles beneath the cut)

meet the queer historian adventuring party emotional support group! their resolve is all slowly being whittled away and their group chat is insane <3

Clementine Verity!

Tiefling

Archaeologist, specialty: Solesian Monarchy

Necromantic Wizard Level 4

She says she's going to kill Arthur Aguefort at least once a day and she does truly want to but she's never gonna actually do it. she's also constantly two steps away from sending him a strongly worded letter to let her go invisible in the past for like an hour

she's the one writing the fic asdklfjjklasdfh

Lesbian

grew up in Ashgrove, moved to Elmville after going to college

very very interested in the intersectionality of the solesian monarchy but also like. gets so distracted by the minutiae

"clementine isn't this paper about the tapestries?" "yeah why" "you've gone on about the presence of embroideries in grave sites.." "oh. oh shit that's not. that's not that relevant D:" "nope"

entirely honestly like everyone else here half the spell levels were picked up by necessity for the craft and the other half were just from studying a bunch of spellcasters

Mimi Keenvale

Lightfoot Halfling

Linguistic Anthropologist (especially Common and Halfling and what hybrid languages have come out of them)

Divination Wizard Level 4

"excuse me they asked for no pickles" type energy. honestly for their personal research their skin is clear their crops are watered they have a wonderful sample set around them

she's clementine's partner also

mimi's kind of just along for the ride. she works with evie a lot though because both of their work kind of takes them to a bunch of different places (being the two non-archaeology based of the group

Evelear Lorawynn

High Elf

Cultural Anthrologist (currently very invested in how towns nearby the Necronomicron work)

Divine Soul Sorcerer Level 4

evie <3

immigrant to Solace after being a teenager and spending like. three years in Kei Lumennura. she needed stimulation and to learn things so she went to a nonstatic nonadventuring college

their token straight (she's very much not cis) (she/he pronouns and also she can only explain his gender in elvish that is somehow entirely untranslatable even through a comprehend langauge)

he's married to a lovely half-elf (they all think his name is richmond but nobody's actually sure) she met here in solace and somehow every time there's an unplanned group call they're trying to have a date night

very much "nora baby are you back in the temple again?" "(anguished) I'M BACK IN THE TEMPLEEEE" "oh, god... well babe i gotta go stop my friends from tearing out their hair and skin besides"

so put together and then he misses one (1) trance and it's entirely "aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just want to go apeshit??"

Nora Matthews

Human

Archaeologist (Focus on the [Ancestral] Giant Pantheon) (most specifcally Ankarna but she is also intensely invested in the Fall Sibling as well)

Circle of the Moon Druid Level 4

Worshiper of the Raven Queen

she's so close to breaking down sobbing at kristen applebees' feet if she ever meets her. what do you meannnnnn you and your friends revived TWO gods??? over your SCHOOL BREAKS??? she's been trying to get to fallinel the past year and a half since Cassandra's name reappeared

was so close to being shatterstarred well and truly she spends so much time in that goddamn temple and when she saw the name reappear. i fear she began sobbing and proclaiming she was going to "destroy the building with her own two horns" before turning into a ram and needing to be restrained by the rest of the group

there's a reason their groupchat is named "i'm back in the fucking temple"

she's been trying to figure out who ankarna was for 17 years

polyam, two partners (neither of which are in this field)

Jotar Bonesweaver

Dwarf

Archaeological Anthropologist (specifically burial practices around Spyre)

Necromantic Wizard, Level 2; Grave Cleric Level 2

Worshipper of the Raven Queen

joey!

she's from Mount Shieldgaze

has the interesting experience of Hates How Hair Feels but also Knows Hair Is Important To Identity so. she's playing with it (she is actively in her. 40s)

very tense relationship with clementine. they're besties but also if You Touch My Stuff I'll Kill You <3 they work really closely together out of the six of them, along with Vera, so it happens. vera ends up being the mediator and they are so tired of this bullshit

She and Nora pray together! absolute asscrack of dawn praying time and if the whole group is together at least one person's going to wake up grumbling because they can hear them from the next room before remembering Oh That's My Friends and falling back asleep

"I know Kalvaxus was like a pretty bad guy but seriously i think he was onto something with that poison tea do you think if we brought poison tea into that fuckass school aguefort would drink it"

Vera Willem

Human

Archaeologist (Solesian History) (Also invested in the monarchy but more interested in the spread of different inventions)

Spirits Bard Level 4

Harbours an intense hatred for Arthur Aguefort that fae's never acted on but dear LORD does he want to sometimes

she settles for meaningless threats. "i'm going to blow up that entire school just to get these fuckass adventurers out of the way they keep killing my interviewees" "vera you can't murder that many children" "shit"

Harroway Bay originally, moved to Bastion City for college and then to Elmville where she met Clementine and Mimi

they're solidly the middle ground person of the group and god do they hate it

[sarroora]

Not to mention babies and children being run over and buried alive under tanks with their arms and legs tied!

What is this???! What in the world is this??!

It's like Hell just regurgitated a bunch of demons called Zionists upon us. The ugliest, most vile 'people' on earth. End the sickness that is Zionism. And Free Palestine.