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jan Otimantija

(Ozymandias in toki pona)

jan pona mi li jan tawa pi ma pi tenpo pini.

ona li toki e ni: noka kiwen tu, suli a li lon ma seli.

poka ona la, sinpin kiwen.

sinpin ni li pakala, taso, ona li pilin ike.

li pilin lawa, li pilin wawa, li lukin tawa sina.

ona li moli a, taso, jan pali ona li pona.

jan pali ni li pali e pilin wawa a e sinpin.

sitelen li lon kiwen, ona li toki e ni:

"mi jan Otimantija, mi li lawa pi jan lawa.

wawa o lukin e pali mi, o pilin e luka moli!"

poka pakala la, ala li awen.

ma seli li suli.

Toki pona is really not an easy language to write poetry in. Though it obviously doesn't resemble the original pentameter, I at least tried to give my translation some sense of meter. Here's the literal meaning of it, translated back into English:

My friend is a traveller from a land of the past.

They said this: two stone legs, very large, are in the land of fire.

Near them, a stone face.

This face is broken. However, it feels angry.

It feels imperious, it feels powerful, it looks at you.

It is dead, but the worker who made it was good.

This worker made very powerful emotions in the face.

There is writing on the stone, and it says this:

"I am Ozymandias, ruler of rulers.

Powerful ones, look at my work, and feel the hand of death!"

Next to the broken thing, nothing endures.

The land of fire is vast.

[hargreevesd]

BAUKLÖTZE. Hange Zoë x reader Ackerman

Chapter One

Wall Sina

Year 850

"Hange, let me guess, are you about to visit the kid?"

"Of course, do you want you come with me? He needs someone to accompany him and he has to be out in 20 minutes."

"Do we really trust him?" I asked her with a shaky voice. He was just a little kid after all.

"Levi said he is worthy to trust, I think this says enough." Hange replied with confidence. This was enough for me to believe.

"I will wait for you in the door, don't be late, we don't have time."

The kid I was talking about, Eren Yeager, apparently could transform into a Titan. That would bring us so many chances to win against Titans. Could anyone even imagine that we could just use a Titan against others? He could fix the broken entrance of Wall Maria and we could retake back our land. Lots of our problems would be solved. But... Is he trustworthy? I heard from Erwin that he plans to join the Scout regiment. Besides from what he wants...

We have to succeed in this court. We have a plan but it's still difficult to win their trust. After all, they look at us like we are already dead.

"Ackerman!"

Wall Sina

Year 830

"Ackerman! Why don't you go and live with your other family back to Wall Maria in the underground? You don't belong here"

Comments about my blood family, the Ackemans, were made every other day. I couldn't really avoid it so I just accepted it. Something that crossed my mind though every day was 'why would they leave me and I ended up being adopted?' Not that I don't want my parents, but what if? Or what if they never kept my real name? I could be Y/N Stones. Or else I could be secret underground spy? Why would I even want that? I don't care about the history of my name. All I just want is to be historian.

"I'm so sorry for them, they are not bad, they just can't express their feelings we'll! " A kid in front of them told me as the others left. They were from my class, their hair were in a messy bun and they were carrying some big science books.

"I didn't ask." Look who was talking. Their friends have not stopped a single minute judging the very single move I do. At least it were them all alone and not with the things they talk with.

"Ackerman right? I always wanted to meet one actually, I find your family history really interesting."

"Yeah right, thank you." Of course it's always my family that they are interesting, not me.

"I'm Hange Zoë by the way, we are in the same class but we never really talk much so..

"Y/N." I just stood there staring at her because I had no intention of starting an actual conversation. Why would I?

"Come on Hangeee, leave the freak alone and join us!" all of her friends were screaming from behind but she didn't leave. She stayed there looking at me.

"We could be friends if you want to..." I guess she saw that I was not in the best mood for company. I was looking down like I was not even listening to her. But I did. And I wanted a friend. But not her. She already had her stupid friends anyway.

"Or I guess another time, see you around Ackerman!"

Wall Sina

Year 850

I turned around and saw Miche with Hange and right besides them, Eren. Hange was calling me from far behind. She truly liked calling me by my last name, not only in public but in general. And I just let her. Just her.

"Oh and here is Captain Y/N Ackerman, the greatest soldier we have alongside with Levi" Hange introduced me with the biggest smile she could wear. Why would she even say that, I told her many times to not introduce me again like that.

"Ackerman?" The kid asked.

"That's right kid. You must be Εren Yeager?"

"Ri-right" He seemed confused. Did I say something weird? Did I scare him?

"Be careful out there kid. It will be hard, but have faith in our Commander." I held his arm and showed him the way to the court.

"I know it's selfish, but we have no choice than to blindly trust you." Hange said and pushed him through the door.

"Do you believe we can win?" Hange asked me.

"We will."

"I told you we would win! I'm so excited to see what future holds us with this kid." Hange told us as we were walking out of the court.

"Yeah..." I heard what she said but I was just zoned out that moment. I was thinking about Eren's friend, Mikasa I believe it was her name. Do we happen to be relatives somehow? The backstory of my biological parents will probably haunt me forever, since I never got to know them. They could be dead. Or they could be hiding. Or-

"Y/N. Are you here?" and that's when I came to my senses. Why do I care about them anyways? They left me.

"Yes. Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"You always think about something Y/N, take a break." a familiar voice joined us.

"Agh!... Hello Erwin!" I smiled and I gave him a hug. "You can't really give advises on that topic when you are worse yourself" I looked behind him and I saw Levi with Eren holding some bandages to help with the bleeding. I couldn't not notice the steam... He really was a Titan after all. We joined all together a room to help Eren. Hange took care of him so she could take a better look on his wounds.

"Levi you could be more gentle. He is a kid after all." I broke the silence of the room.

"Tsk, nonsense, he seems just fine to me. Plus we needed to ensure he is trustworthy." Levi replied to me with his old time serious face.

"Does it hurt?" Hange asked Eren who was sitting on the bed with his hand on his head.

"A little..." he whispered.

And those two sat there, with Hange examinating Eren's teeth and screaming about how cool it was that he is healing himself and Eren totally confused. Our lives were about to change with this kid. I hope it was the best choice to join us and continue our journey. I had a feeling that Erwin is already planning an exhibition. He seemed skeptical.

I looked at Hange again and this time she was writing down her conclusions. I wish I had her patience sometimes, she looked so peaceful and excited. I was sitting in a chair near the window and I looked outside. The only thing I could see was a carriage and some horses. How much I missed my bed at the moment, I haven't slept at least for 48 hours. Right after our exhibition, the wall broke and I think I didn't have five minutes of peace from back then.

Me and my team, Sara, Celia, Rien and Floris alongside with Levi's team went to the old Scout Regiment headquarters. Hange was busy calculating her results from some experiments on her two titans, Moblit tried to keep his sanity over super excited Hange.

Levi was cleaning up the mess and I was reading at the library. Yet after so many books that I've read in my life I'm still learning. And I stayed there till very late. I was reading about our economic history. Economics are probably the hardest history you could find. Specific numbers, terms etc. I was sitting next to a massive desk with a candle and I was holding that big dusty book in front of me. My team and everyone were probably sleeping. They had to rest after all. I believe hard times are coming. Maybe we did find a solution with Eren, but it could also be our doom. As I was thinking all of these I heard a sound. I left the book I was holding and rushed to the door to listen what was going ok outside. I didn't heard anything so I opened it. The room next to the old library was the meeting room. I went inside and I found Hange all alone sitting on the floor.

"Hange... What are you doing on the floor?" I asked her and I started walking towards her.

"Eh, you know, just thinking..."

"Thinking of what in the floor? Where's Moblit? I thought you two were together thinking about experiments." I reached her and joined her on the floor. We are doing this at least one time a week. She finds it comfortable to sit down like that and I just join her.

"He was tired and I gave him the permission to leave..." She let it a sigh. "Everyone was tired actually. Why aren't you asleep? Pretty sure it's late and you must be tired..."

"I was reading and I heard a noise, probably you falling to the floor as I see." I smiled softly. What a typical night for Hange.

"Probably" She laughed, but seconds later she went silent again.

"Go on." I expressed.

"What?" She looked at me with a weird look. "What do you mean go on?"

"Tell me everything. We have all night."

"Re-really? Lydia no, you are tired." She stopped but my face was dead serious and immediately she got up and started jumping. "Can't decide where to start! Wait no I know. Get up!" She grabbed my hands and pulled me so I could get up.

"Hange please!" I started laughing.

"No laughs, no Hanges! We have job to do Ackerman! So look first of all-..."

And she rambled the whole night. About almost everything she had on her mind. And I didn't stop her. Not once. I was always there to listen when Hange needed to talk. No other reason, but I found her way of thinking extraordinary. I was always surprised by her knowledge. Even when we were kids, or when we joined the scouts ten years ago. Even that cold and stormy day where the exhibition went... Not time for that. She just... She just never proved me wrong.

Days passed and we had no improvement in everything. Neither with Eren or with Hange's Titans. I spent many nights awake alongside with Hange and Moblit exchanging theories and facts. That way maybe we could find something. Something well hidden. Most of the time I was in my room writing, thinking, googling, writing again, throwing papers away then the same thing all over again.

Erwin had a plan and we were just waiting for the news. So until that day I did the same thing again and again and again.

Until,

"Captain!" I heard a voice from behind and I turned around to see Celia. She seemed upset. Or to word it more correctly, amazed.

"Yes?"

"Eren transformed. Section Commanders Hange and Moblit are heading there at the moment." She was out of breath as she was saying this. She probably ran a long way to inform me.

"Thank you Celia for informing me. Get some rest while you can." I said to her and as she was leaving I started tiding the mess I had made before. If Eren finally successed and he managed to transform and expedition would start soon. That means no time to even think. When I rushed outside, everyone was returning. I was late but at least everyone was okay. Eren seemed so confused and terrified. Levi's team also. That was new. What happened? I wasn't with them for one time and they return like this? I turned my head to look around but Hange was nowhere to be found.

"Moblit where is she?" I asked nervously.

"She returned to Trost, pretty sure she is testing some new ideas."

"Oh thank you Moblit."

I understand that she went to see her Titans but I was expecting her point of view with Eren's transformation.

Some days later back to Trost, I woke up from Hange's screaming. Her room was next to mine. She asked for this when she was announced Section Commander and me Captain, so we could work without bothering others. Why would she be screaming that early? She does that a lot, but from the voice of hers I could tell something was off. Did anything happen? Is she okay? Why was I sleeping? What if? I tried to get ready quickly and went to knock their door but they didn't answer. How is that? She was screaming a moment ago. And then I heard her from outside. Outside? What would anything ne outside so import- wait. Don't tell me.

No.

No.

Did we just lost... No.

My mind was full of thoughts while I was running to find Hange. And then I found her.

Why?

Who could do this?

Those monsters Hange loved were important for us. The only thing I could do was to get down and comfort her so they could stop screaming and crying. They were her kids, we spend days talking about them. Why? How?...

She didn't push me away, she did the exact opposite. Hange grabbed my hand like they were saying 'please don't let me go' and I didn't. I couldn't.

"It will be okay Hange, you are with me now."

...

How?

...

A traitor? No. Y/N you are thinking dramatically, something more logical happened. No. There's no other way. Someone killed them. Someone knew it all and destroyed our hope. I would find them. No way I would let them get away with this.

I had years to see Hange like that. Not after that day. The day my life changed. So I held them close, just like back then.

Wall Rose

842

knock. knock.

Nothing.

I knocked their door again.

"Cadet Zoë?"

"Yes?"

"May I come in?"

"Go ahead." she didn't sound so happy. I mean how could she?

I opened their door and I found them on the floor with the legs spread and their hands on their head.

"Section Commander Erwin send me, how are you doing?"

"Incredible. I think you can see it..."

I didn't say anything. After all... that happened, it was the least she could do about it. Try not to think. Try not to see something that reminds you of them.

"You know, we can go for some training to clean your mind... Or to the library, it has so many great books. I can suggest you some! Or um we can go eat something? Or definitely-" I didn't finished with the suggestions since she interrupted me.

"Thank you for trying, but I don't want any of those. You can go to Erwin and tell him I'm alright."

"Hange. You don't seem alright." I declared, no way I would leave her like that.

"Well of course!" She shouted.

"Look I know, it's hard. I've been there, but life doesn't stop. If you stop fighting you will lose. If your walls fall, you have to re-build them and start again." I sat down next to her and I pointed out side the window, where the walls were visibe.

"What like toy blocks like we were kids?"

"Exactly. You never thought of this before?"

"No... Not really. I mean it's not the most common comparison you could hear." Hange replied.

"I know... I know. But if you think like that maybe it will change something in your life. You can go out and seek revenge. Risk your own life. Or you could stay here, forever, trying to fix a wound that probably won't close because you yet don't believe it happened." I explained.

She didn't say anything back. She wrapped her eyes and stared the wall.

"Hange... I can leave you if you want me to, it's okay if you don't want to come with me..."

"Where to Captain?" She finally smiled. I knew them for so long, but I truly met ther yesterday.

"Captain? Me? I could never. You're funny after all."I laughed with her comment. "Library. My favorite place that I assure you it will cheer you up!"

I offered her my hand and then I showed her the way. When I was feeling down I always went to the library. It's always there for you. From what I remember from school they liked science so I went to that section.

"Go on choose!"

Her smile lightened the library.

"Tea? Coffee? What can I make you?"

She started reading something and they totally ignored me now. Agh at least they have a good time. "Hange, want me to bring anything?"

"Oh, sure yes, some black coffee! Bring something for you also and sit with me. We can analyse this facts, how a star even though-"

Wall Rose

Year 850

Knock. Knock.

Nothing.

"Hange. It's me."

"Come in." she finally answered.

I opened their door and stepped into her room. I was assuming Moblit to be there but he wasn't. They were at their desk, papers thrown everywhere, in the floor, in the bed, in the desk, in the window...

"Let me guess, Erwin send you?"

<3

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Happy toki pona day nerds, here's an opera line that I thought fit too well with toki pona naming conventions not to translate

KIWEN PI JAN UTALA jan Sowani (o), mi li lon sina tan sina wile moku poka!

Literal translation:

STONE OF THE FIGHTING PERSON (Statue of the Commander) Sowani person, I am at you (here with you) because you wanted to eat beside me!

JAN SOWANI mi sona e ni ala a taso mi li ken moku jan anpa o, jo e moku sin o pana e moku ni

Literal translation:

SOWANI PERSON (Don Giovanni) I don't think this (I don't believe this) but I can eat. Bowing-down person (servant), carry new food. Give that food!

Notes:

I got really excited when I realized that the title "Don" could be easily replaced by the toki pona "jan", used when referring to a person. Except I forgot that when using the vocative, you have to add "o" at the end. So it's rather clumsily appended to "jan Sowani" in the first line (though I find it unneccessary, since there's no command after it). This means that the entire premise that I started this little project on is flawed. Oh well.

In the second line, Giovanni addresses his servant, Leporello. The issue is that since he's not a nobleman, Leporello doesn't have a title that can be conveniently substituted for "jan", meaning that if I were to try and use his actual name, I would have to shorten it by two syllables so it would still fit the meter of the line. My solution was to refer to him as "jan anpa", or "bowing-down person".

For fun, here are all of the characters' names, adapted into the sounds of the toki pona language with no regard for meter: jan Lepolelo jan Sowani jan Ana (this one is basically the same.) jan utala (or jan Konsalo if we choose to refer to him as that) jan Otawijo jan Ewila jan Selina jan Maseto (this one is also the same.)

I did think about translating this whole show, once. But then I realized that I would probably get bored halfway through. I'd also have to think of like 60 million four syllable words roughly meaning "bad person" for Elvira and another 60 million pet names for Ottavio, or else just have to keep using "jan ike" (evil person) and "pona mi" (my good or perhaps my joy) over and over again in the same scenes. No thank you.

[jadeazora]

I can now hunt for a Garchompite if I really wanted to, but eh, don't really care too much. 😅

What I always found interesting tho was the talk of how the Ultimate Weapon's energy could have created Mega Stones. It could be that's why they retconned Mega Evolution to have adverse affects (at least according to lore), like perhaps because of how the Ultimate Weapon caused countless Pokemon to suffer as they were drained of energy, it perhaps caused that suffering and pain to seep into the Mega Stones?

I wonder if they would have touched on that notion in a potential third game for Kalos? Since we know several elements from Kalos we're kinda shoehorned into SM, like the expanded roles for Sina and Dexio, and the Zygarde formes. (And some elements were just cut entirely, like AZ's Floette.)

As an aside, I like to think of the Bond Phenomenon as a "pure" type of Mega Evolution, while the Mega Stones forcibly draw out that power, at the detriment of the Pokemon. Shame the mechanic was so underutilized.

[arikihalloween]

Can you tell us more about Bjallae and Sina since you said they were some of the ocs you are the most attached to ?

Oh !

The two come from VERY different stories haha, although both are fantasy based

Bjallae is my dabloonsona ( from the dabloon trend of last year)

She is the grandaugther of the previous High Mage, and lost her parent to the plague a few years prior to the current point in the little story.

Despite their family being a long line of mages, Bjal herself has very little magic and cannot use spells. But the magic they do have is miracle based and she uses it unconsciously

Bjallae became a traveling shopkeeper, she sells stuff she finds or makes herself, very crafty !

Other infos : Bjal is nonbinary, she/they, and has a pet dwagoon named Loull

Meanwhile, Sina is an oc I've had since I was around 11 or 12

She's the unfortunate young empress of the empire of the Synaria planet

The Synaria story is super duper complicated, but the gist of it is that Sina is a vessel choosen by spirits to rule. She was born with very powerful magic, and received even more from the spirits on top of that, making her overpowered. Thing is, it makes her own magic dangerous for her, to a point she cannot use it without anti mana stones, or it'd be very basic spells accessible to children under 7 years old which is ironic.

Too much power but it'd kill her to use it

I'm still revamping the Synaria story. Kid me had written it to be a power fantasy, but now I'm going deeper in power and religious corruption and how Sina's magic affects the planet and her people. The Empress and other monarchs around her are between the age of 14 and 20, which is, understably, super fucking young ( the previous monarchs died in a war )

So there is a lot of hidden overthrowing plots against the monarchs and lots of levels of storytelling about the whole world they live it

Oh my, I rambled a lot ! Have some older doodles of Bjal as bonus !

[raven-eruri]

Levi’s smile is frozen in time, forever laced with grief and sorrow. 

Much like this place, he thinks gloomily as he enters the small Bed and Breakfast on Kirstein Street, a bell jingling as he pushes the heavy wooden door. The house, clean and quiet, smells like cinnamon and apples. The landlady emerges from the kitchen, wiping her flour-covered hand on her apron. She greets him cheerfully, producing a small pair of thin round glasses from her pocket as she registers his name in the big leather-bound guest’s book on the counter.

“Ackerman, you said?”

��Yes. Levi.”

“That’s not a common name around here,” she remarks idly. 

“I’m not from here.”

Levi takes in his surroundings, half-listening to her perky chatter. Everything about the house screams old-fashioned, from the floral wallpaper to the gleaming, spotless hardwood floors. As he scans the room, his eyes fall upon the portrait of a middle-aged man hanging proudly above the fireplace’s mantle. He looks about forty, standing proud and at attention, his right fist curled up on his chest, above his heart, inches away from an elegant bolo tie nestled in the collar of his green military coat. Marleyan soldiers wear grey, not green, and rank is shown by stripes on their shoulder pads, not stones around their necks. 

“Who’s that?” Levi asks, a bit curious.

“Hum?” she raises her head, follows his gaze. “Oh, that’s Jean Kirstein, the 16th Commander of the Survey Corps. Great man. He was the officer responsible for brokering the peace treaty that ended the war in 864, after the bombings and the second Marleyan Offensive on Paradis,” she explains. “He was a distant relative of my husband.”

Levi nods. Other portraits are scattered around the room, showing more people in old military uniforms, posing with the same proud salute that was the habit of the old Army. Offering their hearts, if Levi recalls his history lessons correctly. On the right, Levi spots a smaller portrait of a boy with golden hair, a resolute and determined expression painted on his face. There’s a harshness to him, something hollow in how his eyes are fixed in front of him — like he’s looking at something beyond the painter, something only he can see. This is not the kind of expression Levi would have expected to see in someone so young, he thinks as he averts his eyes, uncomfortable. A bit further from the boy’s painting, above the couch, is a small round miniature of a messy brown hair soldier, one eye covered with an eye patch, the other eye piercing and tired. It doesn’t look much like the other paintings — it’s more of a sketch, really, but the lines are sharp and manage to capture the image of the soldier, freezing it in time. It makes Levi feel uneasy, somehow. The portraits are another reminder of the ghosts inhabiting this place, casting an old, eternal shadow over the otherwise warm room.

Levi can’t wait to get away from this place.

“Those are more portraits of the Survey Corps Commanders,” the landlady says upon noticing where his gaze has landed. “This is Armin Arlert,” she points to the young boy with the deep blue eyes, “he became Commander during the Rumbling, after the previous one, Hange Zoë,” she motions to the other portrait above the couch, “sacrificed their life to allow their comrades to escape the island." 

Levi gives her a polite smile, turning back to the counter, eager to escape the weight of the dead commanders’ gazes. 

"My late husband, may he rest in peace, harboured a bit of an obsession for history and all that related to the Jaegerist Insurrection and the Rumbling War. He had the greatest collection of books and writings about that time on all the island. When he passed away, I donated everything to the Sina National Archives, but I didn’t have the heart to get rid of the decoration.”

Levi nods again, uncomfortable. 

“Are you interested in history, dear?” she asks.

Levi fumbles, trying not to show his annoyance at being called dear. “No. Not really.” He picks up his suitcase as she motions for him to follow her up the stairs. “I thought —” he falters. “I thought this was frowned upon?”

“Oh,” she lets out a small humph, condescending. “It used to be, yes. But it’s been over a hundred years now. We Eldian folks remember, of course. But Marley doesn’t care for it so much anymore.” She says that in a strange tone. The words are spoken lightly, but they carry a weight that takes Levi by surprise. 

She breathes through her nose, curious. “Is it your first time in Paradis, dear?”

“Hum, no,” Levi coughs. “I was born here." 

She stops midway up the stairs, raising an eyebrow. "Are you visiting family, perhaps? How lovely.”

“I’m here for a funeral, actually." 

Her face falls upon hearing that, curiosity slowly replaced by sympathy. She lays a hand on his forearm, patting his biceps. "How dreadful. I’m so sorry to hear that. You have my condolences.” She studies his face for a bit longer than Levi feels comfortable being watched, so he casually snaps his head, tossing his hair out of his eyes and motioning to the door on top of the stairs.

“Thank you. Your brochure said the rooms were equipped with a private bathroom?" 

"All of them! We take great care of our guests here; don’t you worry about that." 

She unlocks the door, and they step into a small and plain but cosy guest room. The walls are bare of paintings or portraits, which Levi is thankful for. A double bed sits in the middle of the room, made of sturdy oak wood that matches the rest of the furniture. The quilt lying on top of the bed looks handmade, just like the lace doilies sitting under the lamps on the bedside cabinets framing the mattress on both sides. He takes a few steps into the room, setting his suitcase next to the dresser.

"Breakfast is served from 7 to 9 am. The rooms are cleaned daily, so we’ll ask that you vacate the room for at least an hour each morning. How long will you be staying with us?”

“Only a few days, hopefully,” he responds. He doesn’t plan to spend a minute more in this place than necessary. He’s been here for merely two hours, and already he’s feeling his old self sliding back into place, replacing everything he worked so hard to rebuild. To heal. 

He thanks the landlady several times, each one more strained than the previous one, before she finally takes the hint and leaves the room — and when the door closes behind her with a light click and silence fills the room, he finally allows himself to breathe. 

Deeply, eyes closed. Inhale, exhale. Once, twice, a third for good measure, until he feels his nerves relaxing and his heartbeat settling down.

He doesn’t have time to get distracted or overwhelmed by uneasy memories. 

He’s here for one task, and one task only. 

In forty-eight hours — seventy-two at most — he’ll be back on the boat, returning to his life, job, and Isabel. He’ll leave the island and never set foot there again.

Dragonfly in Amber | Chapter 1

[stefankarlfanblog]

"Grefur Sína Eigin Gröf" tickets page

"Grefur Sína Eigin Gröf" tickets page from Tix.is: https://tix.is/en/event/5429/stefan-karl-grefur-sina-eigin-grof/

The event was intended to be shown at Háskólabíó on the 2nd and 3rd of March 2018

Event info

This event has been canceled

Stefán Karl is one of the nation's most beloved actors since he has started and has entertained people all over the world for the last two decades, including in Lazytown, How the Grinch Stole Christmas: The Musical and Stones in his Pockets at the National Theater.

After having to deal with the most challenging tasks of his life so far, he also decided to offer a great show in Háskólabíó, which he has been working on for the last few months.

The show is a hodgepodge of antics, impersonations and stories from an eventful career, and although the topics are not for the faint of heart, it is safe to say that Stefán Karl knows how to see the funny side of serious matters and at least spares himself!

[deadassdiaspore]

Bi Kidude

Bi Kidude was an institution in Zanzibar, and East Africa’s greatest musical legend. The diva of Zanzibar taarab, she also played other musical styles including more ngoma-based unyago and msondo.

Her real name has been described as Fatma Baraka Khamis or Bi Fatuma Binti Baraka. She grew up in a family of seven in the Zanzibari village of Mfagimarigo. Her father was a coconut seller.

Bi Kidude’s exact date of birth was unknown, much of her life story was uncorroborated, giving her an almost mythical status. Kidude started out her musical career in the 192s, and learned many of her songs with Siti bint Saad. She performed in countries all around Europe, Middle East and Japan and finally recorded her first solo album (Zanzibar, Retroafric Recordings) in 1994, while in her mid-eighties. She also released a second locally-produced album (Machozi ya Huba, Heartbeat Records) with her traditional drums influencing the burgeoning Zenji Flava local hip-hop scene in one of the most remarkable juxtapositions of musical style in modern World Music.

Since fleeing a forced marriage at the age of 13 and escaping her homeland of Zanzibar, Bi Kidude led an extraordinary and varied career as a drummer, singer, henna artist and natural healer. Her first journey was to the mainland of Tanzania, where she walked the length and breadth of the country barefoot.

With renewed confidence and a new attitude to tradition (by now Kidude had thrown off her veil and shaved her head!) she returned, slowly to Zanzibar where she acquired a small clay house in the 194s and settled down to life grounded in the traditional roots of society.

Bi Kidude was part of the Unyago movement, which prepares young Swahili women for their transition through puberty and excelled at the art of henna designing for young brides, manufacturing her own wanja application from age old recipes fit ‘to make a rainbow shine.’ Bi Kidude performed traditional unyago music and was the island’s leading exponent of this ancient dance ritual, performed exclusively for teenage girls, which uses traditional rhythms to teach women to pleasure their husbands, while lecturing against the dangers of sexual abuse and oppression.

Her many talents were acknowledged by Zanzibar International Film Festival (ZIFF) at the second Festival of the Dhow Countries in 1999, when she was awarded Lifetime Achievement Award for Contribution to the Arts.

Bi Kidude’s is a remarkable story, one which challenges our perception of age, and of the role of women in Islam. She never conformed to the media stereotype of a Muslim woman ever since she removed her veil. To see a ninety-something year old Muslim woman drink, smoke, flirt, dance and drum was a unique experience. To witness the transformation as she reversed the aging process and changes from a wrinkled granny into a vital shining star was nothing short of revolutionary.

In the summer of 2004 Bi Kidude toured Europe with Zanzibar’s illustrious Culture Musical Club taarab orchestra. Midway through this tour, the whole of Zanzibar was thrown into shock and disarray when a rumor spread fast through the island that Bi Kidude had died. From the narrow streets of Stone Town to the bazaars of N’gambo and throughout the villages this was the only topic of conversation as the island rapidly acquired the atmosphere of mourning. This rumor continued to spread even long after the offices of Busara Promotions had disseminated confirmation from Bi Kidude’s European promoters that on the contrary, she was alive and very well. She was surprised to hear that people in Zanzibar think that she has died:

“Sijafa bado. Labda sababu watu hawajaonana nami sasa karibu mwezi. Lakini bado tunaendelea na safari na bado safari ndefu ya miezi miwili. Lakini sijambo, sina wasiwasi miye. Kuimba naimba na nguvu zote ambazo ninazo ili watu wafurahi.”

“I haven’t died yet. Maybe people are saying that because they haven’t seen me around for almost a month. But we are still continuing our tour which lasts for two more months. Me, I’m well, I have no problem. Me I sing with all my strength and continue to make people happy.”

Source: https://worldmusiccentral.org/

[whitchygaythem]

NO!

"Can I eat you Nadia?" The question took Nadia by surprise, and it startled her right off Sina's knee. 

"What?"

Sina asked again, looking right at Nadia with those huge searchlight eyes. "Can I eat you? Like I do with Katy! Please?" Sina pleaded. 

Katy was lying draped over Sina's thigh. She perked up and faced Nadia. "Yeah Nadi! It'll be fun! It's warm and dark and-"

Nadia cut Katy off. "Nope. Sorry you two, but I'm not getting eaten." Katy pouted. 

"Why don't Sina and I show you how it's done first, then you can say you don't want it?" Nadia tried to protest but sighed instead. If Katy wanted something to happen, it was happening. 

Nadia watched in slight terror next to Katy's bright yellow jacket and her doodled on high tops as Sina licked Katy all over, wetting her pick shirt and her bright blue hair. Katy nodded at Sina almost imperceptibly and Sina opened their mouth. They slipped Katy inside up to her waist, drool dropping from their maw as they tasted Katy's legs. Katy waved down at Nadia excitedly as Sina slurped her down and swallowed once. Nadia watched uneasily as Katy travelled into Sina's stomach, showing up as only a small bulge in Sina's otherwise toned belly. Sina then looked at her expectantly.

"So? Can I eat you?" Nadia shook her head quickly. 

"No, no, still no." Sina's tufted ears drooped as they looked at Nadia with golden puppy eyes.

"Just a little taste? Please Nadi?" 

The nickname did it.

"Uhhhhh, fine, just get it over with" , Sina's face lit up and their mouth split into a huge smile. Noises came from their stomach as well, telling Nadia that Katy was never going to let her live this down. Ever.

Nadia stood in front of Sina, holding her close, adjusting  her tank top and glancing at the stone floor. She looked up at Sina, their eyes filling with excitement as Nadia climbed into their cupped hands. Nadia yelped as Sina shifted her into laying down on their palms. Sina stared at Nadia, asking permission to.. Nadia gave them a nervous smile and a thumbs up. Sina opened wide, and licked the side of Nadia's body and face, slicking some of Nadia's dark hair up. Sina's eyes widened and bit down on Nadia's arm gently, suck and licked until half of Nadia's body was drenched in spit.

"Hey! No biting! Spit me out right now!" Sina spit Nadia into their hands and gave her the puppy eyes again. 

"Please? Five more minutes?"

Nadia was doomed. Fuckin doomed.

[tumblestonesa]

when it comes to roots of stone verse, instead of team flare, instead there is a recurring issue of pokemon mega evolving without trainer involvement. sina, dexio, and various lysandre lab employees would be at the scene of them investigating the cause and results of those events, both appearing to be trying to prevent such events from happening, as if it wasn't caused by sycamore.

[leappp]

Little thing idk

Alright so, sorry for not posting for like a long time, I was taking a break, but two things, i'm working on a smut rn that someone requested so that should be done soon (its hxh), and also I'm going to be writing for pokemon now because i may or may not have gotten hyperfixated on it. I can't write for every single character as I have not played every game fully. I've played swsh, usum, regular sun and moon, some of legends: arceus, quite a bit of lets go, and xy, oras, a very small amount of soul silver (look i'm trying i'm just playing too many games at once rn) I also have seen a bit of the animes so I'll put some stuff for that too. Anyway I'm gonna make a list of characters I'll write for because 1 I'm bored and 2 it might be helpful. Even with this list you can still request any character, but i might not do it, or will respond saying that i don't write that character or that i just don't know the character.

swsh:

Hop, Leon, RAIHAN, BEDE, Marnie, Sonia, Milo, Kabu, Bea, Gordy, PIERS (I will be hesitant to do anything romantic for female characters as i'm probably gay, but if its intriguing I'll do it. I also have to replay the game so I can depict the characters as best as I can so it might take a little while to start any requests for a few of the characters. I also will not do any smut for female characters or children)

Sun and moon/USUM

ILIMAAA, Acerola (only platonic as of now because idk her age) Hau, kukui, Lillie, GLADIONNN, guzma, Kiawe, lana, Lillie, Lusamine, Mallow, Mina, molayne, Nanu, Olivia, Plumeria, professor burnet. Sophacles, (again no smut for children, maybe romance as I'm in most of their age ranges but you'll be blocked if I see an adult interacting with the post as it obviously is weird. Also might replay late game for some of the characters.

Legends: Arceus

Cyllene (hesitantly idk why I just don't know how to capture her personality), Adaman, Mai, Irida, Volo (i'm not very far alright, not accepting many requests for this because I don't know much about the characters)

Pokemon let's go! (I'm not very far so there are few characters as of now)

Brock, JAMES, JESSIE, lorelei (hesitantly I don't know too much about her, Lt. Surge, Misty,

XY

Clemont, Dexio and Sina (hesitantly), Grant, Korrina, maybe (just maybe) Lysandre, Professor Sycamore, Shauna, Tierno, Trevor, Viola, Diantha (maybe), Valerie, olympia (hesitant on some gym leaders as it's been a while

ORAS

(It's also been a while for this one so keep that in mind please) Steven Stone, lisia, Brawly, Flannery, Roxanne, Winona (maybe i would have to replay the game)

The animes + literally anyone else I haven't listed ig

Ash, Bonnie (platonic ONLY) Goh, Nurse joy..?, Officer Jenny..?, May, Serena

Alright, remember when requesting that you can request anyone, these are just the ones I know I'll do! Don't be shy (even though I sure am)! (this isn't edited so yeah)

[donfelimon28]

Witch City, sikat na puntahan at pag-usapan tuwing Halloween

Twing patapos ang Octobre ay nariyan na naman ang mga pagpaparamdam ng nga multo, maliban sa ex mo. Haunted house, ghost hunting, trick or treat at halloween party.

Maiba tayo ng usapan, dahil may iba na rin naman siya. Alam niyo ba na may sikat na lugar twing gantong Halloween? Yan ang Witch City sa Salem, Massachusetts.

Ang Salem ay isang lungsod sa coast ng Massachusetts sa hilaga ng Boston. Ito ay sikat tuwing halloween dahil sa trials nung 1692 laban sa mangkukulam, kung saan maraming mga lokal na kababaihan ang pinatay dahil sa diumano'y nagsasanay ng pangkukulam. Kabilang sa lugar na ito sa kasalukuyan ay ang mga palatandaan mula sa episode na 'Witch House', ang dating tahanan ng isang trial judge. Gayun din Ang Peabody Essex Museum ay may napakalaking koleksyon ng pandaigdigang sining at mga artifact, kabilang ang isang itinayo muli na Qing-era Chinese house na makikita dito.

Bakit sikat ang Salem Massachusetts?

Ang Salem ay kilala sa mayamang kasaysayang pandagat nito, at higit sa lahat dahil sa kasumpa-sumpa na Mga trials ng Witchcraft noong 1692.

Ilang mangkukulam ang napatay sa Salem?

Twenty.

Sa panahon ng Salem Witch Trials noong 1692, mahigit 200 katao ang inakusahan ng pagsasagawa ng pangkukulam. Dalawampu sa mga taong iyon ang pinatay, karamihan sa pamamagitan ng pagbibigti. Isang tao ang tina bunan hanggang mamatay sa ilalim ng mabibigat na bato, ang paraan ng hatol na pinahintulutan ng estado mismo bilang pagpaparusa sa mga ito.

Kaya wag niyo nang isipin kulamin ang dumurog ng puso mo. Nakamamatay.

Paano natapos ang Trials sa mangkukulam?

Sa paglipas ng 1692 hanggang 1693, nagsimulang mawalan ng singaw ang kahindikhindik na kaganapang ito. Ang gobernador ng kolonya, nang marinig na ang kanyang sariling asawa mismo ay inakusahan ng pangkukulam, mismo! yung asawa ng gobernador, ay agad niyang ipinag-utos na wakasan ang mga paglilitis.

Nangyayari pa rin ba ang pagha-hunting sa mga witch o mangkukulam? Oo, nangyayari parin gaya ng paghu-hunting mo sa crush mo.

Ngayon, nangyayari ang mga pagsubok sa mangkukulam sa buong mundo. Natuklasan ng mga organisasyon tulad ng United Nations at Stepping Stones Nigeria na ang bilang ng mga trials o paghuhukom sa mangkukulam sa buong mundo ay tumataas. Sila ay halos palaging marahas, at kung minsan ay nakamamatay. Kapag nagkasakit ang mga tao, ang pangkukulam ay minsan na nakikita bilang dahilan.

Sino ang pinakasikat na mangkukulam sa Salem?

Si Bridget Bishop. isang Bishop, gaya ng inilalarawan sa isang lithograph

Ipinanganak si Bridget Magnus noong 1632 Norwich, England at Namatay noong 10 ng Hunyo 1692 (edad 60) sa Salem, Kolonya ng Massachusetts

Dahilan ng kamatayan: isa siya sa pinatay sa pamamagitan ng pagbigti sa kanya.

Mabalik tayo sa Witch city sa Salem, pero wag na umasang magkakabalikan pa kayo.

Bakit pinatay ang mga mangkukulam sa Salem?

Nagsimula ang karumal-dumal na paglilitis sa mangkukulam sa Salem noong tagsibol ng 1692, matapos ang isang grupo ng mga kabataang babae sa Salem Village, Massachusetts, ang mag-claim na sinapian sila ng diyablo at inakusahan ang ilang lokal na kababaihan ng pangkukulam.

At pagkatapos nito ay anong nangyari? Sinunog ng simbahan ang mga inakusahang mangkukulam.

Bakit sinunog ng simbahan ang mga mangkukulam?

Dahil iyon ang paniniwala nila. Ang mga mangkukulam, pagkatapos ng lahat, ay ginagawa ang utos ni Satanas; kaya ang pag-alis sa kanila ay isang paraan para protektahan ang mga tao mula sa kanya.

***

Sa ngayon, mayroon pa bang lahi ng mga mangkukulam sa Salem? Bukod sa maaring idagdag ang nga nais mangkulam sa mga ex nila.

Oo sagot dito, Meron. Ang Tatlong presidente dito--sina Taft, Ford at Arthur--ay nagmula rin sa isa sa 20 pinatay na witch sa Salem o sa kanilang mga kapatid. Gayon din sina Clara Barton, Walt Disney at Joan Kennedy. At, siyempre, ang ibang anak at inapo pa nang mga mangkukulam sa lugar ay nanatiling dumadami.

Anong relihiyon ang mga mangkukulam sa Salem?

Ang relihiyon nila ay tinatawag na Puritans.

sila ay mga Puritan na mula sa europa. Palibhasa’y nagdusa dahil sa kanilang pananampalataya, sila ay naglayag patungong Hilagang Amerika upang patuloy na su mamba “nang may higit na kadalisayan at hindi gaanong panganib kaysa sa kanilang magagawa sa bansang kinaroroonan nila,”

Meron pa bang mga Puritan ngayon?

Oo meron pa sila, pero kayo, wala nang kayo.

Ang puritanical na pag-iisip ay umusbong, na mala-zombie ayon sa ilang iskolar, hanggang ngayon ay isang pundasyon ng modernong buhay. Ang mga Puritan ay nabubuhay at namumuhay sa bawat lugar ng lipunan — sa ilang mga simbahan, sa ilang mga pamahalaan, at sa ilang mga tahanan.

Bakit naniniwala ang mga Puritans sa pangkukulam?

Naniniwala sila na pipiliin ni Satanas ang pinakamahina na mga indibidwal (mga babae, bata, at matatanda) para isagawa ang kaniyang masamang gawain. Ang mga pinaniniwalaang sumusunod kay Satanas ay awtomatikong ipinapalagay na mga mangkukulam, na isang krimen na may parusang kamatayan noon.

Mayroon bang mga lalaking mangkukulam sa Salem? Oo si Mister Left, na hindi mister right, na iniwan at kinulam ang ex niya para makamove-on, joke lang po.

Pero Oo merong lalaking mangkukulam doon. Pero siya ay pinagmulta at pinalayas. Sa mga sikat na trial na naganap sa Salem noong 1692, anim na lalaki ang binitay bilang mga mangkukulam. Sa mga ito, apat ay may kaugnayan sa mga babaeng mangkukulam, at sa gayon ang kanilang mga kaso ay sumusuporta sa pangkalahatan na ang mga lalaki ay pangalawang target ng mga akusasyon. Gayunpaman, ang dalawa sa mga lalaki ay hindi nauugnay sa mga akusado na babae mangkukulam na pinatay sa salem.

Anong Banal na Aklat ang ginamit ng mga Puritano? "Holy Book on how to be rich?" Chos.

Ang Banal na Aklat na ginamit ng mga Puritans ay ang Geneva Bible.

Ang Geneva Bible ay ang Banal na Aklat din nina William Shakespeare, John Bunyan, at Oliver Cromwell. Ito ang bersyon na dinala ng mga Pilgrims at Puritans sa Amerika. Ang bersyon ng Geneva ay madalas na tinutukoy bilang "Breeches Bible" dahil sa paggamit ng salitang "breeches" sa Geneva.

Kung galing sila sa Europa partikular sa England, e Bakit pinalayas ang mga Puritan sa England? Dahil di na siya mahal, Hindi yan ang sagot.

Ang mga Puritan ay umalis sa England pangunahing dahilan ay sa relihiyosong pag-uusig sa kanila ngunit para rin sa mga kadahilanang pang-ekonomiya. Ang Inglatera kasi noon ay nasa pang-relihiyong kaguluhan noong unang bahagi ng ika-17 siglo, ang usapin ng relihiyon ay nakababahala at nagbabanta sa England, lalo na sa mga hindi sumasang-ayon sa relihiyon ng England tulad ng mga puritan noon dahil may iba silang paniniwala.

***

Kung gusto mo magbakasyon ngayong Oktobre at ang set-up niyo ay Halloween at witch theme. Try niyo bisitahin ang Salem.

Paano ba ipinagdiriwang sa Salem ang Halloween?

Sa buong buwan ng Oktubre, maraming event na nauugnay sa Halloween gaya ng pagdekorasyon ng pumpkin, seances, haunted tour, at kahit isang patimpalak sa costume ng alagang hayop. Marami sa mga kaganapang ito ay libre habang ang iba ay naniningil ng mga bayad sa pagpasok.

Big deal ba ang Halloween sa Salem? Oo, kasing big deal ng pag-ghosting niya sayo.

Ang Salem ay kasingkahulugan ng Halloween, at ang lungsod ay nakakakita ng napakalaking pagdagsa ng mga bisita tuwing Oktubre. Noong nakaraang katapusan ng linggo, halos 160,000 katao ang dumating sa bayan, na pumipilit sa mga parking garage na magsara nang maaga at ng ilang lokal na negosyo. Sa madaling salita, ang Salem sa Oktubre ay ganap na tourist spot , madaming nais bumisita sa "WITCH CITY".

Bisita na kayo ng Jowa mo, ay wala na pala kayo. Edi ikaw na lang. Malay mo nandoon ang soul mate mo. Hahaha

Ang Witch City sa salem ngayon ay pinasikat dahil sa Witch Trials nitong 1692, at sa author na si Nathaniel Hawthorne. Maliban dyan ay puno din ito ng kolonyal na arkitektura, world-class na museo, pamimilihan, at mga restaurant. Interesado ka man sa arts, pirates, witch o mga mangkukulam, o maging kasaysayan, madali kang makakagugol ng higit sa isang araw dito.

Kasing dali ng paano ka makakamove on sa kanya.

Salamat sa pakikinig.

Happy Halloween. Woooooooooohhh

***

[darethxshiral]

“His name, Abelas. It means sorrow.  I told him: I hope you find a new name.”

trigger warnings: abuse, violence, death, fire

Abelas, Dirthara’s father, visited the grave rarely, but one quiet morning Dirth slipped from his bedroom and with cautious footsteps padded behind the man who pretended not to hear his son’s approach. Daylight was only an hour away and already the soft, warm hue of dawn was rising across the land. Barely beyond his first decade, Dirthara was practically an infant, incapable of performing even the most basic of spells, but capable enough in his father’s eyes to begin training. 

“Sina na-” Abelas breathed as he stood before the piled stones that marked the place where the woman had long been buried. This is your fault. Dirthara froze in place, the casual cruelty tossed over his father’s shoulder was not uncommon and when he opened his mouth to speak he was silenced, he was a child, their life in the mortal realm was a happy one, the humans were young but Titania’s fondness for them was infectious. Infectious to all save for Abelas, perhaps. Their language was dying as they muddled their words with the human tongues, but Dirthara’s father spoke in nothing but the old tongue. Abelas was a hero to those who’d come before, but to the fey born in the mortal realm he was anything but. He was a cruel traditionalist with nothing but contempt for all, even his own son. Dirthara-Ma, it was a curse. 

The air between them hummed and Dirthara moved to take a step back, but already a pair of spears, hot like a Summer fire, were growing from the earth between them. 

“Dirthara-Ma: cost nin.” May you learn: Fight me. 

*

“En.” Again

A pale rose grew from the place where Dirthara had been struck, the cruel end of his father’s stave came down hard, but every blow was meant to be a lesson. Fey grew in shorter bursts than humans, at six decades he was in his teenage years, but truthfully Dirthara had never been much of a child. Abelas had seen to that, taken the capricious upbringing of trickery that almost all fey were privy too. Something broke this time when Dirthara hit the ground, his father’s lessons had always been hard, cruel, and even in times like this - times of peace, Dirthara was pushed to the breaking. 

“Eless ve polda-” Broken bones heal twice as strong. Abelas, would say. His words burned like the sun, you could look into his eyes and feel yourself go blind. 

“En!” A hard strike and Dirthara felt his lithe frame flatten against the earth, his hand dug into the frost and the fire that grew in the place where they trained, squeezing the cold into his palm as if to weaponize it. His magic, their magic, was a flickering candle against the greater flames of the noble fey that stood above them. This was why he had to train, to make himself something that could be used, something that had value. Abelas was the greatest warrior the fey had ever seen, he’d walked at the side of the Queen herself as they came from Hyperborea to here, he held her in the end, and he blamed himself for being too weak to give his life in place of her own.

Soon Queen Titania would have a child and Abelas would push Dirthara before the prince that had been promised, to Aegnor to become his warder. He’d have to prove himself, he’d have to be ready. Another strike and Dirthara could feel the other’s contempt, the hatred that bloomed in the place of love. 

***

May you learn. War had just as Abelas had predicted. It was not enough that the fey had loved humans like their own kin, nor that they’d once worked side by side with the druids and the witches. All that the fey had, they gave, but still there were those who wanted for more. Abelas had warned of this, their settlement burned and a horde descended upon the small faction. 

Aegnor stood at Dirthara’s side now, both were men and fully grown, but Abelas looked towards the violent storm and grinned from ear to ear. Aegnor pulled back and drew hard on Dirthara’s collar, a motion that the winter fey only shrugged away. 

“Your father plans to hold them off, he will rejoin us-”

“No,” Dirthara stated as he took a step towards the heat of the coming battle, Aegnor understood the passion of the fellow Summer fey, but Dirthara had known the coldness of the man just as aptly as the heat. The burn. 

“Abelas-” Dirthara called out, “malas amelin ne halam.” He did not wait to see if his father would join him, all Dirthara’s life he would gaze into Abelas’ bright features and try to find some semblance of himself, but Abelas was an instrument that played a single note. 

[dovedapple]

1, 2, 3 & 13!!!!!!

hasina (the sun never sets campaign)

1. why did they choose their class(es)? their subclass(es)? sina was not born into the rogue life, her parents were pretty well off textile traders in the east side. but after they disappeared one day leaving sina orphaned at age 8, she was scouted when wandering the docks and fell in with kids from a shady orphanage. there was decent meals on the table as long as they did the odd job but that didn't last long as the place got busted by ruby palace guards. scrapped on the streets for some more years, with her sister then without, eventually reconnecting with an old friend who was doing dealings in the underworld. she stepped up to it and proved herself to the dockmaster, earning a tattoo and job as part of the syndicate

2. before they met their party, what was their main goal? what anyone working for the syndicate does, survive. other than that, staying in touch with her sister didi, who now lives in the ruby palace. it's not so easy to do when sina doesn't know who's watching her, but with a code only they can read and couple strings pulled by her contacts, they make it work.

3. what is their goal right now? having met the sunchasers, travelled outside of solari, getting caught up in the partys' shenanigans and realising how much is at stake in their operations, she's a little less apathetic to the politics of the world. and with her sister safe and out of solari (sending stones in possession), she can now take a lot more risk and she's willing to help them do what it takes to free the country of emperor zahreb's rule.

13. what do they dislike about themself? why? how powerless she is to the greater system at work and how quickly she falls to staying the path she's on.

get to know my d&d characters!