#::Nura Family

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[psikonauti]

Nura Ulreich (American,1899-1950)

Family Portrait, c.1935

Lithograph

[facingdeath]

Hello everyone!

It's Nura from Gaza..

These days we are going through more difficult circumstances than before, every day that passes the war becomes more difficult, after we were displaced from the house we were displaced to, we did not find any empty place to live in, not even a tent, so we shared my sister’s tent, which actually did not fit us, and all the things we owned we lost in that house after we left under fire, this suffering that we are living made us decide to evacuate Gaza, after we were determined to rebuild our house again, this suffering that neither humans nor animals can bear,

I need your help in donating to my campaign with any amount you can, or sharing the campaign on your networks.

The donations can also help us Meet our life requirements in those hard days, help us with living, food, drink and treatment.

As we can no longer provide it

Any help from this will make a difference in the lives of 8 people.

Please help spread my campaign out, I'm in desperate need for help

This is my second account after my first account was banned

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[good-books-to-read]

Travel Destination: Pakistan

Written in the Stars by Aisha Saeed

Naila's conservative immigrant parents have always said the same thing: She may choose what to study, how to wear her hair, and what to be when she grows up-but they will choose her husband but when Naila falls in love with a boy Saif, her parents are livid and plan a vacation back to their homeland so Naila can reconnect with her roots.

However plans change and this vacation quickly turns to a nightmare when her parents find her a husband, Naila is running out of time, has Naila's fate been written in the stars? Or can she still make her own destiny?

Nura and the Immortal Palace by M.T. Khan

Nura must spend her time Mica mining for extra cash to support her family, however there’s rumours of treasure that could not only change her life but her family’s.

Her plan backfires when the mines collapse and four kids, including her best friend, Faisal, are claimed dead. Nura refuses to believe it and shovels her way through the dirt hoping to find him. Instead, she finds herself at the entrance to a strange world of purple skies and pink seas—a portal to the opulent realm of jinn, inhabited by the trickster creatures from her mother’s cautionary tales.

Under the Tamarind Tree by Nigar Alam

1964. Karachi, Pakistan. Rozeena is running out of time. She'll lose her home—her parents' safe haven since fleeing India and the terrors of Partition—if her medical career doesn't take off soon. But success may come with an unexpected price. Meanwhile the interwoven lives of her childhood best friends—Haaris, Aalya, and Zohair—seem to be unraveling with each passing day. The once small and inconsequential differences between their families' social standing now threaten to divide them. Then one fateful night someone ends up dead and the life they once took for granted shatters.

The Women’s Courtyard by Khadija Mastur

Set in the 1940s with Partition looming, Aliya dreams of educating herself and venturing beyond the courtyard walls, however she surrounded by the petty squabbles of her household.

Aliya must endure many trials before she achieves her goals, though at what personal cost?

An Abundance of Wild Roses by Feryal Ali-Gauhar

In a land woven with myth, chained with tradition and afflicted by war and the march of progress, the spirits of the mountains keep a baleful eye on the struggles of the villagers who scrape a living from the bodies of their wildlife. As the elements turn on the village, can humanity find a way to co-exist with nature that doesn't destroy either of them?

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Incorrect quotes!

Ft. All three of my aus! (Being honest, I got all of these from DDLC incorrect quotes by An Extremely Agitated Hedgehog on YouTube and Vines (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠))

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Valentine: My name is Valentine with a B, and I've been afraid of insects my entire-

Shamura: stop stop stop, where?

Valentine: hm?

Shamura: where's the B?

Valentine: THERE'S A BEE????

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Leshy: I've got one foot in the darkness and the other in a Hello Kitty roller skate!

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Shamura: I made tea

Narinder: I don't want tea

Shamura: I didn't make tea for you, this is my tea

Narinder: then why are you telling me?

Shamura: it's a conversation starter

Narinder: that's a lousy conversation starter

Shamura: oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate

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Kallamar: you stay positive! You always believe that everything is going to work out. How do you do it?

Penelope: well, I'll tell you my secret!

Penelope: I lie to myself, every morning when I wake up I say, "everything's gonna be okay!" But I'm lying. And I don't know how much longer I can do it. Have a swell night! 😊🩷

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Leshy: it's at times like this, when I'm now under the thumb of the one who dethroned my whole family, I really wish I listened to what Shamura told me when I was young

Cotton: why? What'd they tell you?

Leshy: I dunno, I didn't listen!

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Kallamar: I turned out perfectly fine!

Heket: just this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Kallamar: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN, YOU DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN

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Heket: DO IT YOU SORRY SACK OF SHXT

Heket: ...

Heket: sorry that didn't come out as encouraging as I meant it to

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Valentine: so we could either bake these cookies at 400° for 10 minutes or 4000° for 1 minute!

Heket: No, no that's not how you bake cookies

Leshy: floor it?

Heket: Leshy, NO

Valentine: how bout 4000000° for 1 second!

Heket: LAMB, YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THIS TEMPLE DOWN

Leshy: WE'RE GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FXCKING SUN TO BAKE COOKIES!!

Heket: LESHY PLEASE

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[over the phone]

Leshy: Yello?

Narinder: what did you do

Leshy: ... aight! But ya can't be mad at me!

Narinder: what did you do

Leshy: first, I was minding my own business-

Narinder: bullshxt!

Leshy: I waaaassss!!!

Narinder: and exactly what happened whilst you were "minding your own business"?

Leshy: I was just chilling in my room like a baller when the Lamb (Penelope) kicked open my door!

Leshy: They yelled "GET ON YOUR KNEES" and I responded with "I'M NOT YOUR FATHER LAST NIGHT!"

Leshy:... And she took exception to that

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Cotton: Hey Heket, can I have a sip of your water?

Heket: it's not water

Cotton: oh, vodka! It's only noon though-

Heket: it's vinegar

Cotton:...what

Heket: it's vinegar, pussy

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Leshy: people always ask me "are you a morning person or a night person?" And I'm like "buddy I'm barely even a person!'

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Cotton: I'm making coffee, how do you take yours?

Narinder: Black

Cotton: don't try to sound "tough" you sissy!

Narinder: cream?

Cotton: Oh, coming right up, Madame!

Narinder: cream and sugar??

Cotton: who are you, Leshy?

Narinder:... Surprise me...?

Cotton: ... *Dumps the coffee on the ground*

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[Some young follower and Valentine discussing a talent show]

Follower: I was thinking of doing some magic?

Valentine: Magic? Throrlyn, it says "Talent Show"

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Valentine: Hurricane Katrina?? More like Hurricane Tor-tilla!

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Valentine: dude! Check out this SpongeBob umbrella I just got *opens it indoors*

Vine: that's bad luck!

Valentine: chill out, bro!

Shai-Nura out of fxcking nowhere: WHO SUMMONED ME!?

Lamb & Goat: AAAAAAAAAAA-

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Young Leshy, from the roof of the temple: I'm scared, Mura!

Shamura: do you trust me, Baby Brother?

Young Leshy: yeah

Shamura: then fall

Young Leshy: *falls and hit the ground* ough-

Shamura: RULE NUMBER ONE NEVER TRUST ANYBODY-

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Kallamar: Dear Diary, today I couldn't find my Diary so I'm writing this on both of my Kung Fu Panda 2 DVDs

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WHOOPS turned out much longer than I thought it would! Thanks for reading this far! Have a cookie 🍪

[penwl]

Hello

I hope you're doing well

It's Nura from Gaza.. i would ask you something if you can help and if it's ok with you..

I have a donation campaign to rebuild our home after we lost everything we have in the genocide, we're 8 members in my family, and we're displaced in a shelter now..

The donations can also help us Meet our life requirements in those hard days

You can read the rest of my story in the link..

I hope you can help me by share my campaign or my posts

Thank you for your time

Direct donation link by PayPal

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/AhedAklouk

Campaign link

https://gofund.me/481df907

I hope you and your family stay safe. Although I am unable to donate, I hope to spread as best as possible.

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[Haven't dropped a fic sneak peek in a while. And yes, despite the word count, this is just a peek. Very self-indulgent fic on a Supergirl-verse Legion origin story for Brainy, starring a certain descendant of Nia's that I have yet to write for. For anyone interested, the fic is under the cut. 😉]

Querl Dox was easily the strangest Coluan that Nura had ever seen. With his washed-out blue skin and frazzled hair as stark as her own, had she not dreamt of him beforehand, she never would have placed him as a native of Colu.

The three circles on his forehead glowed dully – some kind of transdermal implant, she suspected. A body modification? They weren’t uncommon on this side of the galaxy, although Coluan mods were never usually so exposed.

He didn’t wear them as a mark of pride, that was for sure. They looked cumbersome on his thin frame, odd ends of wiry hair thrown overtop in a vain attempt to disguise them. It could have been how he held himself naturally, she supposed - hunched over like a moody teenager trying to mask his face from the world.

No, that was exactly what he was. A teenager. Maybe pushing late adolescence by now, just like her. Not that age meant much to a Coluan, all they really cared about was intellectual maturity. Still, Nura thought it would be a few years yet until he fully grew into those implants.

Maybe they were an aid of some sort – not that he’d ever admit to it.

Nura smirked. Not yet, at least.

He hadn’t moved since she’d started watching him. Comfortably unobservable from behind a screen of one-way plasma glass, there was no way he could have known she was there. It wasn’t until Mon-El and Imra entered through the main doorway that he'd known he had visitors at all.

He didn’t so much as glance in their direction. Instead, he remained perched on the edge of the single bed he’d been granted, head bowed towards his knees, the glow of his implants reflecting back against his face like a ghostly shadow.

This was the make it or break it moment, as Mon-El had once called it. The part where an offer went one of two ways. While many wayward teens would have jumped at the chance to join their ranks, appealing to potential Legionnaires wasn’t always so easy.

After all, this was the first time that initiation would be conducted from a prison cell.

Nura followed Imra and Mon-El’s progress in a trance-like state, her mind dipped halfway into the future as her visions spun duplicates of the very conversation being had. She hummed along to the tune of the words yet to be spoken, mouthing Mon-El’s opening line, reciting it from memory.

“So,” Mon-El said casually, stopping in front of the cell that housed one Querl Dox. He caught Imra’s eye. “Interplanetary grand-theft auto, huh? I’m told you souped up some very nice engines for some very bad people.” He cracked an easy smile. “What were you trying to be, some kind of mechanic?”

Silence followed. Querl kept his head down, hands wrung loosely by his knees.

Mon-El wasn’t deterred quite so easily. “No, you’re right. Your talents would be wasted on something like that.” He folded his arms, widening his stance. “We don’t see too many Coluans this far from home.”

That got a reaction. Nura was just able to catch it beneath the shroud of Querl’s matted hair - a twitch of the lips as he bared his teeth at the ground.  

“Although, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Mon-El continued, feigning ignorance. “With a family like yours, I’m sure it’s better you keep your distance, right?”

 A sound rumbled from Querl’s chest, something that could have passed as a laugh if it hadn’t been for the jarring robotic quality. He rubbed at his wrist idly, scanning the floor beyond his cell. “So, you figured it out,” he muttered. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

Mon-El pulled a face. “I mean, maybe a little. The whole blue thing nearly threw us off. Although, I’ve got some second-hand experience with your family. Indigo was one of your relatives, wasn’t she?”

Querl stiffened. “A distant relation.”

“Right.” Mon-El nodded along. “Like Brainiac.”

Querl flinched, meeting Mon-El’s eye for the first time. Behind that shock of white hair was an alarmingly dark expression, one that bore into Mon-El with an intensity that twisted Nura’s stomach into knots. She’d known mostly what to expect from Querl Dox, and she’d warned her friends as much. If Mon-El hadn’t been listening to her then, he would certainly understand the might of the mind sat before him now.

Querl wasn’t just some moody teenager. With one wrong word, he could become their most formidable enemy to date.

It won’t happen like that, Nura reminded herself. This would all be fine. It had to be. She’d seen it.

Sort of.

Imra took Mon-El’s arm, making out as though she was offering him a steadying hand. Nura could read between the lines. She disapproved of Mon-El’s method – she was probably giving him a psychic reprimand in the same gesture.

Imra Ardeen was a woman of few words during most first-contacts with Legion potentials, but that didn’t mean she was just some impassive tag-along. If anything, Imra’s job was the most critical to their success. While Mon-El did the talking, she was already reading the thoughts of their would-be recruits, acting as a living lie-detector to ensure the validity of their intentions. That job was made a little more difficult with the psychic shielding fitted to any standard U.P prison cell, but not impossible. She was well enough acquainted with the mind from her broad studies on Titan to read a person’s expressions just as easily.  

Mon-El sighed, nodding almost imperceptibly in Imra’s direction. He scratched his jaw, clearing his throat. “Look,” he said levelly, “if you think that’s why we’re here, it isn’t. It’s just, I notice you’ve hopped between a lot of jail cells these last few years. Petty crime, mostly. Wrong place, wrong time, right?”

Querl narrowed his eyes.

“Except,” Mon-El hastened, “if you’re a Brainiac, that makes you pretty damn smart. Smart enough to know how not to get caught.” When Querl didn’t say anything to that, Mon-El relaxed, smiling knowingly. “Yeah,” he murmured, “thought so.”

Querl’s nostrils flared in irritation. Mon-El was playing on some very dangerous territory to dangle something like that over Querl’s head. Implying he knew something that Querl didn’t – well – it was the surest way to piss off any Coluan. Nura held her breath.

“Thought what?” Querl spat, teeth clenched tight.

If Mon-El felt ill at ease, he didn’t show it. Instead, he grinned. “This cell,” he said, “it’s Coluan force-shield tech, right?” He drew an outline of the cell walls with his fingers, marking all four edges as though preparing to take an old-fashioned photograph. “A few years outdated by science police standards; they probably should’ve gone for the upgrade.” He winked. “Even with power dampeners, your intellect is still unmatchable, especially with home advantage. You could break out at any time. But you don’t. For the same reason you got caught in the first place.” He tipped his chin forward seriously. “Want me to keep going?”

Querl scoffed, though Nura could hear the strain in it.

Mon-El didn’t need much encouragement. “Okay, well, the last ship you souped up was being used as a getaway vehicle for a string of interplanetary robberies. The most recent robbery, the one that got you and the rest of your little crew incarcerated – huh - it’s pretty interesting. Your ship gets into a chase with the science police, and in the process, it ends up on a collision course with a civilian air-car. Your ship has shielding, it’d be fine, but that civilian ship would’ve been blown out of the sky. No survivors.”

Querl’s glare was practically poisonous.

“Weird, then,” Mon-El continued amiably, “that before both ships can collide, yours experiences a total power loss. Stalls and starts falling mid-flight, giving the authorities the opportunity to snag your ship before it can do any damage. Now, they’re saying it was an engine malfunction on all the official documentation, and maybe that’s true. But I’m thinking with your skill, there’s no way that engine went in faulty.” He crossed his arms behind his back. “Do you want to know what I think? I think someone tampered with it in a way that would’ve been totally imperceptible to the rest of the crew. Because the person that did it not only built it, but wouldn’t have needed to touch it at all.”

“Are you accusing me of something?” Querl muttered. He made a flippant gesture to his cell. “Because if you are, then I think you’ll find I’m already in the right place.”

Mon-El shook his head slowly. “See, I don’t think you are.” He stepped forward, just as Imra did the same. “My name’s Mon-El, and this is Imra Ardeen. We represent the Legion of Superheroes. We’re a pretty small organisation right now, but we’ve built up something of a reputation here on Earth - as well as the rest of the United Planets thanks to some of our newest members. We have a set of rules, but the most important one is to put the needs of the people before our own. To protect life. Never kill.” His lips quirked. “I’d say you displayed that admirably.”

Nura watched wide-eyed from her invisible vantage, knuckles pressed tight against her lips. She’d seen the outcome of the day’s events a dozen times over in her dreams, but even that wasn’t enough to quell her anxiety. Something felt wrong. She just couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

As though in answer to her fears, Querl drew back, enough that he could look Mon-El squarely in the eye. His hair fell away from his face, drawing around the edges of his implants like a display curtain. “Mon-El. Yes,” he breathed the word slowly, his dark eyes glistening with knowledge far beyond his years, “I know who you are.” He cocked his head suddenly. “It always causes a stir when someone breaks the boundaries of spacetime. You are from the past. From a dead world. The sister planet of Krypton.” His lips curled with disdain. “Daxam.”

Nura swore under her breath. Out in the cell room, Mon-El nodded, a touch of defensiveness in his tone. “Yes—"

But Querl didn’t let him finish. “You profess these ideals,” he spat, “and yet you have built a monument to your hubris with this… Legion.” He sneered at them both, drawing his fire on Imra next. “You wear your Saturn identifier with pride, Titanian. Telepathy is a most valuable gift in the art of subterfuge.” He narrowed his eyes. “All I see here is a collection of powers you can utilise to meet your own ends. And nothing good comes out of that.”

Nura jolted towards the glass as another dream claimed her, Mon-El’s words flashing in her mind seconds before they touched his lips.

“Don’t say it,” she gasped.

But it was too late.

“I suppose you would know all about collections,” Mon-El said, the charm in his tone all-but gone.

Nura swore again. Mon-El might as well have just declared war.

“Visiting hours have ended,” Querl said, his voice tight. He lay down abruptly on his side, turning away from them both so that he faced the wall. “Do not come back.”

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Nura waited impatiently at the view box door, stepping aside just before it pushed open.

“I think that went well,” Mon-El remarked as he and Imra walked through, brushing himself down with a casual air.

Imra rolled her eyes. “You shouldn’t have engaged with his snark.”

“So, you agree it was snark!”

“It was a cover! I don’t need my powers to see that. It was all over his face.”

“This should be working,” Nura cut in, kicking herself from the wall as she stalked past them both towards the plasma glass view screen. She stabbed her finger at the Coluan still lying dormant on the other side. “I dreamed it. Querl Dox will agree to join the Legion. Today.”

Imra’s brow creased sympathetically. “I don’t doubt that, Nura,” she said gently. “It’s just…”

“Do you have any idea how it happens?” Mon-El asked. “A conversation starter—or a cheat sheet on what to say that won’t piss him off?”

“I could’ve told you that,” Imra muttered.

“You know that’s not how it works,” Nura sighed. “I don’t know exactly how it happens, only that it will. Besides, you two are always the ones that bring in the new recruits. It made sense.”

“Yeah, but that’s usually because we want to,” Mon-El muttered, flinching against another psychic reprimand.

Nura glared through the window, trying to make a clean study of their unwilling recruit. He’d rolled onto his back since Mon-El and Imra had left, his arms crossed smartly over his chest. To an untrained eye, it looked like he was in some sort of meditative state. Whatever it was, Nura was well enough acquainted with the unconscious realm to know it was mostly for show.

“Querl Dox is important,” Nura said, repeating her earlier words back at herself. Or, maybe they were her future words? Sometimes it was so hard to tell. She cleared her throat, raising her voice. “If the Legion is going to continue, we’ll need him. His intellect will save lives. And…” She stopped herself, clenching her hands.

“What is it?” Imra prompted.

Nura shook her head. “We don’t just need him. I think he…” She couldn’t say it yet; couldn’t betray his pride like that, not before he’d even met her for the first time.

There was a good way to rectify that, at least.

Nura sucked in a deep breath, pulling back from the window. “My visions are never wrong. Let me try and talk to him.”

“Go ahead,” Mon-El said, offering her the length of the hallway. “But I’ll warn you, he’s stubborn.”

Nura smiled grimly. “That makes two of us.”

[toonabby]

Happy (late) 50th birthday, Hiroyuki Yoshino!

Characters pictured above from left to right:

Firo Prochainezo (Todd Haberkorn)* from Baccano!

Yuusuke Fujisaki from Sket Dance

Ozu from The Tatami Galaxy

Solf J. Kimblee (Eric Vale) from Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Favaro Leone (Ian Sinclair) from Rage of Bahamut: Genesis

Hajime Iwaizumi (Benjamin McLaughlin) from Haikyuu!!

Yuuto Kido (Seth Leslie/Lucien Dodge/Bryce Papenbrook) from Inazuma Eleven

Allelujah Haptism (Richard Ian Cox) from Mobile Suit Gundam 00

Franky Franklin (Anthony Bowling) from Spy x Family

Yasutomo Arakita from Yowamushi Pedal

Takumi Nishijou (Todd Haberkorn)* from Chaos;Head

Hizashi Yamada AKA Present Mic (Dave Trosko/Sonny Strait) from My Hero Academia

Heisuke Toudou (Greg Ayres [anime only]) from Hakuoki

Okada Izō from Fate Grand/Order

Heishi Otomaru from Norn9

Debito (Jay Hickman)* from La storia della Arcana Famiglia

* = Shared roles i.e. Characters with the same Japanese and English VAs

Characters not pictured: (in order of release year)

Mamoru Oikawa (Steve Bednarz) from Boogiepop Phantom

Hibiki Tokai (Tony Oliver) from Vandread

Ginta from Inuyasha

Rin Hirakoba from The Prince of Tennis

Bernard Firestar (Jay Hickman)* from Divergence Eve

Chrome from Cluster Edge

Kai Miyagusuku (Ben Diskin) from Blood+

Yoshimori Sumimura (Vic Mignogna) from Kekkaishi

Yuji Kagura from Tona-Gura!

Natsuki Minami from Minami-ke

Kenichi Saruyama (Greg Cote) from To Love Ru

Gozumaru (Jason Wishnov) from Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan

Houka Inumata (Steve Staley) from Kill la Kill

Meow (Joel McDonald) from Space Dandy

Galina from Yatterman Night

[dawnrider]

Oh haaaay, it's Friday! That means it's time for a #FuckitFriday post! 🎉

This is an angsty piece I started for the Nurarihyon no Mago universe. Post canon.

I'm calling it The Last Layer

It had been some time since he’d been to the main house. There hadn’t been a meeting of the other clan leaders for a long while. Rikuo had been clear though, that it was important for all of them to be there. “He’s ready,” was all he’d said over the phone, and that was enough. Shoei had immediately grabbed his haori, emblazoned with the Nura clan insignia, and headed out the door.

Now well into their twenties, the younger generation had been watching the older ones retire, or disappear. Not every youkai went out in a blaze of glory, much as they wished they would. Shoei was glad, in a way, for his father going down while fighting, though he missed him every day. Today especially though… the ache hurt more.

“Shoei. Thank you for coming,” Kana greeted him at the door. He could tell by the look on her face that it had been strained in the house for some time now, but that she’d been keeping up her smile just like her mother in law always had. Lady Wakana was at the shoji, an equally pale smile on her lips.

“Rikuo’s with him already. He’ll know you’re here.”

With a nod, he dipped his head in a bow of thanks, then ducked a little further to enter the room. He’d always been tall, not quite able to crouch the way his father had, and it made him stick out. Not here though. Here in a room full of others ranging from human-appearing to monstrous. They were all family to him.

Without a word, he knelt into the spot left open to the right of his oldest friend. “Brother,” he murmured, his knuckles brushing the worn floorboards to rest beside Rikuo’s for just a moment. A soft bump of shoulders acknowledged his presence.

“He will be glad you’re here.”

A wheeze met his ears and he winced. 

They had known this day would come. It was inevitable. But that didn’t make it any easier to accept. He’d held on far longer than anyone could have anticipated. “Borrowed time,” he’d said. “Borrowed that I’ll have to give back.” They had shrugged it off for years, but now that it came time, Shoei knew that he meant what he said. That not even Rikuo knew the depth of those words. The one final show of allegiance and brotherhood that Zen would make.

[spandexinspace]

Thoughts about fictional character's mental health issues below cut.

Judging by the way he reacts to things later on it seems unlikely that Querl didn't deal with some level of suicidal ideation and similar issues growing up. Because he did grow up shunned by and isolated from his entire society and canon would probably argue that it's fine because he doesn't much like people, but that's not really how people work. Coluans aren't shown to be very different from humans in that regard and clearly crave some kind of connection with others, in the Dox family's case often to a unhealthy degree as seen with Kara, Nura, The Durlan and Lyrissa.

The way pre-boot Querl talks about suicide after Kara's death kinda makes it seem like that feeling is familiar to him, rather than something new that he's thinking about for the first time. It sounds like the words of someone who's so used to thinking them that it's almost an automatic response.

He was treated as an object and a tool. His schedule appeared to have been dictated by either robots or people he had no real connection to. He was allowed to learn things and it seems like he was allowed some amount of play, but it seems likely that was either the bare minimum to stimulate semi-normal behaviour and development or limited to educational tools. He was given no affection and what appears to be little opportunity to learn or experience things with no connection to academics. It's possible he didn't even get to go outside.

That probably does not make for a healthy mind, at the end of the day.

It's possible he grew up with those thoughts at the back of his mind. That he didn't want to continue living a life like that, repetitive and dull and perhaps filled with inputs but never truly letting him experience anything. Maybe he tried to go through with it, or maybe he didn't because he knew his guardians would prevent it.

I don't think he'd self-harm, for the same reason and also because it seems more likely that he'd disassociate and/or cause outward harm. He was clearly permitted to cause damage to things and is an abrasive, at times borderline verbally abusive, person.

Those feelings probably started to subside a little as he joined the Legion. More so when he actually started to trust them. Not that it'd "heal" him, but a change of environment can do so much for a person.

[ilikefelines]

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[bi-moonlight]

learned how to calculate birth tarot card and what it is recently lol (yes there was just one mention in a fic i was reading and i fell into the rabbit hole a little bit) and now i'm calculating everyone's numbers lmao and idk the results seem accurate to me ahah

and i made a whole spread in a notebook with my calculations and some celebrities(?) and friends and family ahah so idk i wanna share some here as well

i'll start with saying that i'm a 18 moon

dan - 6 the lovers

phil - 7 the chariot

george - 6 the lovers

dream - 7 the star

sapnap - 7 the chariot

шаст - 12 повешен��ый /the hanged man

арс - 4 император/the emperor

поз - 9 отшельник /the hermit

матвиенко - 5 верховный жрец/the hierophant

jonathan groff -12 the hanged man

c borle-22/0 the fool

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ashley gavin -13 death

mak ingemi -18 the moon

jensen ackles -7 the chariot

jared padalecki -15 the devil

misha collins -9 the hermit

alice oseman -9 the hermit

and karl just cause of the arcana -22/0 the fool

[darkmetaknightspussy]

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[lowcallyfruity]

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I have a donation campaign to rebuild our home after we lost everything we have in the genocide, we're 8 members in my family, and we're displaced in a shelter now..

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[magicalgrimm]

Hello

I hope you're doing well

It's Nura from Gaza.. i would ask you something if you can help and if it's ok with you..

I have a donation campaign to rebuild our home after we lost everything we have in the genocide, we're 8 members in my family, and we're displaced in a shelter now..

The donations can also help us Meet our life requirements in those hard days

You can read the rest of my story in the link..

I hope you can help me by share my campaign or my posts

Thank you for your time

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I’ll spread the word, good luck mate