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[nqmonarch]

Just read a sad Jing Yuan fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/49340614) for those curious and now I need to write Jing Yuan.

Kind of a continuation of previous fic about self aware Jing Yuan but you can read this without having previously read that.

You felt rather uncomfortable, as if you were always being watched in the world of Honkai Star Rail. You hadn't meant to come here, but it wasn't like there was much left for you in the real world. You'd lost everyone too, just like your favorite character. Speaking of Jing Yuan you'd yet to run into him.

It was strange, you belonged neither to the skies nor land as you found yourself dashing between the stars glancing upon aeons but rushing away before they ever noticed you. They were even more terrifying in person. You'd caught a glimpse of Nanook leading the antimatter legion, into an attack on Herta's Space Ship. The game couldn't even begin to showcase how terrifying he was, with lava flowing out of every crevice in his body and eyes that only knew pain. You felt like you couldn't sleep for a while after that, and ever since you'd come to this world you hadn't been able to sleep. The only positive side of the incident was that you knew where you were relative to time.

When you'd spent too much time dawdling in the stars, out of exasperation you managed to take a more human form once and ended up falling down onto a strange planet. But you immediately fled when people began to stare at you, and you easily found yourself above their planet again. You didn't know what you were doing but maybe you were starting to get the hang of it.

You dipped between planets and ships, treating space as water that you could glide through. Occasionally you'd want to rest and fall down to those planets and ships in the form of a shooting star, taking a more human form once you hit the surface.

It lead to some awkward situations as you weren't sure how to land. Once you crash-landed in a hotel with a teal pool in the middle, in the pool was a strange gray haired individual with wings on his head. You shot out of there moments later, briefly apologizing for damaging the property. Other times you'd land in the middle of nowhere, an unending field, a forest with trees so tall you couldn't see the sky, or a snowy landscape. You were sure that you'd visited Jarilo-VI with the last one. Eventually you got good enough at visiting planets that you wouldn't take form until you hit what was considered the ground there, you were still working on being able to choose where you land though.

You'd been floating about for a week or two, with little stars, planets, or ships in sight. It was as if you were in a dead zone. But you eventually came across something, a long pale green ship that moved leisurely throughout the skies. Bored, and tired of gliding through space you did something you normally didn't do and fell down to the ship. You didn't normally visit ships since every part of them were populated and you randomly appearing was sure to cause some commotion. But at this point you couldn't care less.

You felt your body phase through the ship's exterior, and its artificial sky until you landed on some grass. You landed rather gracefully, especially considering that when you started landing on planets you'd collapse to the ground in a ball. Now, you touched down on them like a dancer, pointed feet reaching out to the grass and letting you hop out of the sky.

It was a rather sophisticated ship, few sought to replicate what life was like on planets, few tried to cultivate and improve life. The first thing you did was check for any onlookers, there was no one in front of you, or to your left, or right but when you turned around, you saw one singular figure.

His shoulders were slightly slouched, his head was slightly downward. Disheveled bangs covered golden eyes which didn't glow with the confidence of a lion, or the love of the sun, but instead were dull with the sorrow of a man who has seen his life fall apart in his hands and has had to build it back up piece by piece. He didn't have his signature mischievous smile which you'd always seen in the game. And you were aware of how you'd accidentally intruding upon Jing Yuan's alone time, his defenses, completely worn down and tired, finally slipping off his face.

But when he looked at you his lips opened, but didn't speak, instead remaining slightly ajar. His head tilted up as his eyes locked onto you. You'd interrupted him, but he didn't seem upset, and a fake smile didn't float to his face. He was disbelieving.

Jing Yuan, unbeknownst to you, had seen the beauties of his past truly fall apart today. He'd seen Jingliu fight Blade, and Dan Heng was aloof to it all. Jing Yuan was the only one affected. The only one who still remembered it all, who held the burden of the whole truth. Perhaps, he was the only one who still loved the others. But that love was turned against him-- like stained glass shattering and sinking into his skin, waiting there to be pushed in further whenever he remembered the High Cloud Quintet.

But then there was you, and he knew you. He didn't know how you looked, how you sounded, he was dimly aware of how you felt through the barriers that the world had constructed. Your hand on his head, out of comfort, had felt so warm. In that dream shared between you both, when you'd appeared so blurry in his mind but reached out for a hug and he'd evaporated before your eyes. He'd put his hand on your head, and felt both love and dread.

He felt the comfort he'd always longed for from someone, but terrifyingly enough he felt himself begin to care for you. He began to care for you, someone he'd never met, more than he cared for anyone else. If you were to die, or lose your mind, if you were to turn into someone else to the point you were no longer yourself. Jing Yuan wouldn't be able to handle that. So he shunned away those feelings, knowing nothing good would come of a love this strong. It didn't matter anyway since the two of you would always be separated by some invisible barrier, which he still longed to break.

He said he gave up on you. But he never could. The same way he was unable to give up on his friends. Jing Yuan was a weak man, who felt like he could only find strength when he had nothing left to lose. Weeks ago your presence had disappeared and with it everything was gone, except for the fear he felt. He hadn't worried at first, brushing it off with ease as he did with everything else, but after the first few days he couldn't run from his feelings anymore.

Jing Yuan analyzed everything you'd said, every encounter the two of you had, he asked around to anyone who may've had similar experiences, and he came to a conclusion. Other people had felt your presence before, albeit none as attached to you as him. And from those other people, he realized, this was all a game. All of his suffering, all of his pain, everything he'd gone through was just to make him an interesting character.

But if it felt real to him, and to others, then why couldn't he be real? For now, he was just a game character to you. You could start playing with other characters, never choosing Jing Yuan again, and he would be left none the wiser. You could stop playing the game whenever you wanted to, and he would be left none the wiser. You could die, and he would be left none the wiser. The fact that he could think, and even come to this realization, assured Jing Yuan that he was more than a game character. A game, was simply the method used to connect your two worlds. And Jing Yuan would be damned if he couldn't find a way to hear from you again.

He would always be the general of the Xianzhou Luofu and he would always put the safety of the Luofu first so long as he was general. So it was even more important to prepare Fu Xuan to take his position, so he could spend the little time he had left, before he would become mara struck, and find a way to talk to you. He'd never expected that you would find a way to come here of your own accord, especially after he'd gone through such a terrible day.

It was like a gift from the universe.

Of course, you couldn't help but think the same as you saw your favorite character in front of you. It was like a gift from the universe. You took a step closer, the grass tickling your feet, and then you took another step. You moved rather slow, unsure about how Jing Yuan felt about you, reading the emotions on his face you'd never had the chance to see when he was a game character. You didn't get the chance to overthink about it, as he took long fast strides, quickly outpacing you and wrapped his arms around you pulling you close.

His shirt was billowy and soft against your skin, but it was just thin enough you could feel the heat from Jing Yuan's body mix with yours. He was real.

"It's wonderful, to finally meet you." His voice was deep and began to crack near the end of his sentence a weakness, unbefitting of a general, entering his voice. It was the weakness of a human.

You couldn't help but smile during your embrace, resting your head against his skin, hearing the soft beating of a heart. "I missed you," You couldn't help but say, despite the fact you'd never met.

Jing Yuan rested his head near yours, "I missed you too." It was like you were a pair of lovers reunited after countless of centuries trying to find each other. A pair of people who couldn't help but love everything in the world until nothing in the world loved them back. And when the lack of love hurt to the point of death, they'd find each other and learn to love again.

You didn't need to speak, nor communicate, a quiet understanding echoing between the two of you. A hot tear hit your face, and you looked to Jing Yuan seeing his eyes water, and leave streaks down his cheeks. You pulled his face closer, and kissed each wet spot taking the pain and leaving nothing but love behind. His arms clutched your waist, like you were a buoy and he was a man lost at sea.

Throughout everything the two of you have faced, you were both finally home.

me: the temptation to write self indulgent jing yuan fics vs wanting to fucking write my story

it's always a losing battle or maybe it's a win idk

[murderbot-fanimation-project]

SPOTLIGHT ON:

Murderbot Fanimation Project Backgrounds!

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They may be the literal background of the finished product, but the backgrounds done for the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project deserve their time in the spotlight!

Part of what makes the Fanimation stand out as much as it does is the love, care, and attention to detail that the artists poured into the backgrounds. The team stuck closely to the source texts when designing the spaces, producing some beautiful pieces of art that deserve appreciation on their own.

You can watch the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project here.

(IDs are in alt text)

Scanners - Initial sketch and layout by Jude, finalised and coloured by @chimaerakitten

"I had to hack an ID-screening system and some weapon-scanning drones on the level above..."

ASR Pit - by Lue

"This assessment zone was a barren stretch of coastal island, with low, flat hills rising and falling and thick greenish-black grass up to my ankles [...] The coast was dotted with big bare craters, one of which Bharadwaj and Volescu were taking samples in. The planet had a ring, which from our current position dominated the horizon when you looked out to sea."

AC Food Court - by Vanessa

"The location for the meeting was a food service place in the main mall area. [...] There were multiple open levels inside, with tables and chairs, and it was 40 percent full of humans and augmented humans."

Deltfall - by @chimaerakitten with bodies by @theash0

"There were eleven messily dead humans in the hub, sprawled on the floor, in chairs, the monitoring stations and projection surfaces behind them showing impact damage from projectile and energy weapon fire."

ASR Hopper - by @broken-risk-assessment-module

"It was a series of rocky hills in a thick tropical jungle, heavily occupied by a large range of fauna."

PresAux Hub - by Cephei

"There were mugs and empty meal packets on some of the consoles. I’m not cleaning that up unless I’m given a direct order."

AC Hotel - Layout and lineart by Vanessa, colour by Cephei

"The lobby was built on various platforms overlooking a holo sculpture of an open chasm filled with a giant crystalline structure growing out of the walls. [...] My clients were on the same platform as the check-in area, near the railing around the sculpture’s artificial chasm, sitting on a round backless couch thing that looked more like a decorative object than furniture."

Medbay - by @sometimesihaveideas

"I opened my security feed and found a camera for Medical. I was lying on the procedure table, my armor gone, just wearing what was left of my suit skin, the humans gathered around."

[the1975attheirverybest]

Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 4- Oh Caroline.

read all other chapters here

Warnings: brief depictions of mental illness. Light smut.

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Matty crawled, shirtless, in the artificial grass towards peanut. He learned from doing this bit of the show every night that, there are some days when he finds it completely routine —just a performer doing the scripted bit that he worked hard to orchestrate for a very specific purpose—and there are other days, like today, when the entire experience feels uncanny. A real lived experience of his personal life being broadcast for the world to see. He is face to face(literally; their faces are inches apart) with his own naked likeness; comforting it, stroking its arm gently, treating it with care and tenderness.

He laid right behind peanut and wrapped his arms around his body double, spooning him in front of thousands of cheering fans. This was always the strangest part. He’s all too aware of the worlds eyes on his every move even as he attempts to drop the act and be vulnerable. The thing about manufactured vulnerability is, though, that it’s always inherently, at its essence, an act. some nights, he wondered, as he laid there next to himself, how much was manufactured and how much was vulnerable.

Tonight, his thoughts drifted back to that brief moment of respite that he experienced in Amelia’s arms. He kissed a line along the expanse of peanuts shoulders, tightening his arms around him. When the platform lowered again, taking peanut away with it, Matty rolled on his back. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the screens in the venue displayed a close-up zoomed in on him.

Moments later, the platform came back up, a guitar and a microphone ready for “Be My Mistake.”

***

Matty and Amelia never spoke of that night after it happened. They found it difficult to speak about anything at all. A fact that unnerved Matty endlessly. But he didn’t know how to be around her anymore. Every time he tried, he found himself clinging too tightly to a pretense of normalcy; trying so hard to act as though nothing had changed between them. He couldn’t bare the way it made him feel, even worse, he couldn’t bare the fact that it was his fault their friendship had now broken.

He leaned into the routines of tour life. Waking up, working out, writing, performing, and getting ready to do it all again in a different city the next day. That is, until he woke up on the morning of the first day of their week off.

His first mistake was not getting out of bed as soon as he’d woken up. What was intended as a relaxed start to the day turned into Matty not getting out of bed at all. After hours of endless scrolling, unanswered texts, and ignored notification, he set down his phone and noticed the lump in his throat. He turned to the other side of the bed, pulling the duvet protectively over himself and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt stuck. Like the whole world around him was moving at whirlwind speeds while he laid there, perfectly still. Even the thoughts inside his mind and the beating heart in his chest seemed to move faster than he could handle. He tucked his knees up into his chest and tried to breathe through the worst of it.

It was 6 pm before Matty had managed to get himself out of bed. And it wasn’t long before he returned to it. The first two nights of the week went by without him leaving his hotel room.

***

“Amelia! Joshua! Welcome back!” The couple turned around to find Mark, sipping on A cocktail at the hotel bar.

“Mark, you’re here.” Amelia hugged him.

“Did you kids have a good trip?”

Mark always made Amelia smile and put her at ease. She thought it was his warm paternal energy, a comfort to have around when you find yourself in a strange and unfamiliar place every other day while on tour. But, perhaps it was even more than that, Mark genuinely cared about each of the boys, their friends, and there partners. He was sincere when he asked to hear about their trip to Joshua’s hometown, and whether or not the weather over there was good. It was clear to everyone why Matty loved working with Mark.

“What about you? You guys must have cut your short trip if you’re already here drinking tonight.” Amelia observed.

“Oh we never went anywhere.” Mark sipped on his drink. “I mean, I think George and Charli are off on holiday. Reckon Adam’s out of town as well. Seen Ross out and about. Not entirely sure where Matty is but he’s in town.”

Amelia couldn’t shake that feeling in her gut. Mark’s words echoed through her mind as the elevator shot them up to the top floor. Not entirely sure where Matty is, but he’s in town. That doesn’t make any sense. Matty often used his days off in the US between New York or, if he was feeling messy, LA. For him to not pack up and go somewhere, when he has an entire week to do was he pleased, was very unusual.

She looked down the dimly lit hallway as she stepped off the elevator. Matty’s room was somewhere in the darkness. Something told her she needed to be there.

“Hun?,” she whispered, tapping Joshua’s shoulder. “Would you mind taking my suitcase and heading in without me? I- just wanna check on Matty.”

***

“Amelia” Matty barely mustered when he opened the door to her knocking.

She scanned him head to toe, noting that he was in a t shirt and boxers. “You don’t seem happy to see me.”

“Just….erm.” He scratched his head “thought you were room service or— house keeping or something.”

It was difficult for Amelia to keep a straight face while looking at the dark circles underneath his eyes, his unshaven face, his defeated look. But she knew Matty well enough to tiptoe around these observations. “Aren’t you gonna let me in?”

Matty hesitated, briefly, but it was Amelia. He could never turn her away. “Yeah. Right. Come in.”

She surveyed her surroundings, her heart shattered into a million pieces. The empty bottles everywhere, the clothes piled up in different corners, his guitar laying diagonally across the floor, various cables and wires everywhere, plates of uneaten food resting on the entertainment unit and the dresser. Everywhere she looked, there were signs telling her that she was already far too late.

“Oh, gosh. Matty…” words escaped her.

Matty averted his gaze, embarrassed.

Her hands reached out to him but Matty stepped back moving out of her reach.

“N-no, no. It’s fine. I’m…I’m fine. You should go-“

“Just wanna keep you company. Can I? Can I just sit with you for a little while?”

“Amelia, please-“

“You need help. Why won’t you let me help you?” She walked over to the couch, pushing the random books and papers that had covered it into a corner and sitting down.

Matty paced back and forth anxiously. “Because I don’t wanna get it wrong! I don’t want to do this- this- depression thing the wrong way-“

“Do you hear how insane you sound right now?

“No; you’re insane. You’re insane. I- listen to me. This thing within me- It’s not attractive or broody or anything. It’s- this!” He gestured passionately at his surroundings. “There’s nothing glamorous or artsy about how I feel. I cry a lot. And drink a lot. And I haven’t had a shower since the show a few days ago and- and I’m scared. All the fuckin time. I’m somewhere between terrified and completely numb.”

Matty felt the ground underneath him shift, losing balance, he quickly sat down next to her with a loud thud of his body hitting the couch.

“You get dizzy?” She asked, already knowing the answer. “Whens the last time you ate anything?”

“Depends….what day is it?”

“Oh for fucks sakes, Matthew!”

Matty leaned his head against her shoulder, cuddling into her. “I don’t want to eat. Please don’t make me do it.” He whispered as he closed his eyes.

Amelia remained perfectly still at first, allowing him to get comfortable. When she was certain that he wouldn’t spook or pull away, she slowly reached for his hair, stroking it gently as she spoke to him in her softest tone. “You been keeping up with the gym?”

Matty shook his head.

“Jiujitsu?”

“No.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“Everything feels like sleeping. Like daydreaming or sleep-walking.”

They were both silent for a moment.

“What do you need right now? Can i- call down for some food? Do you…wanna go to sleep? I-“

“I need you.”He lifted his head off her shoulder and turned to look at her, pressing his forehead to hers, “please, Amelia? Just this once?” His nose brushed against hers, his lips a hairs breadth away from hers, begging for her to kiss him.

Amelia’s hands rested on either side of his face. “Will you let me take care of you?” She kissed him.

***

She pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. When she reached for the waistband of his underwear, Matty’s hands quickly stopped her.

“Uhh-umm I’m still- erm…having t-trouble there.”

“Oh. Ok-okay. That’s alright.” She smiled at him reassuringly. “Is there a…specific reason or— I mean is everything alright? Medically speaking….” Her words were clumsy, anxiety building in her stomach as she recalled how badly she’d fumbled this conversation the first time around.

Matty simply shrugged.

“You really need to learn to take care of yourself, Matty.”

Matty laid down, looking up at the ceiling. He whispered. “I don’t deserve to.”

“Don’t say that!”

“I’ve fucked everything up- I-“ he gasped as she brought her lips to the skin of his stomach, peppering him with kisses.

“I have an idea…” she mumbled, barely speaking in between kisses. “We should…come up with a system. Teach you how to let go.”

Matty’s brows furrowed. “System?”

She looked up at him through her lashes, pausing her loving for a moment to give me a slightly coy smile. “For your dopamine addicted weirdly wired brain….rewards for doing the right things, and….” She bit at his skin sharply, making him jolt and wince. “Punishments for doing the wrong things.”

“Might as well start there.” He spoke quickly. “I’ve done a lot of wrong things. Hurt you. Hurt the guys by risking their careers…well, if you believe Twitter, I’ve hurt entire demographics-“

She silenced him with a firm kiss. “I make the rules.” She whispered in his ear, smiling, “you hear that?”

Matty nodded slowly.

“We’ll come up with rules and expectations. They should mostly be around taking care of you. Making sure you get better.”

“Amelia, you don’t have to do all that. I-“

“Yeah, yeah. That conversation is for a bit later. For now, tell me, you ever been fucked in the ass?”

[beewolfwrites]

The Oar in the Sand - Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Seventh Day of Nostos

Here, have another chapter! Literally can’t wait for the reunion, but I also couldn’t help myself and decided to add some angst. Because it’s fun, and why not.

Enjoy :)

I honestly just keep forgetting to include these, but the AO3 link is here. 

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There was something beautiful about stepping into the pink and blue dusk of the evening. The sun had almost set, the sky streaked with vibrant pinks, lavenders and greys. There was a screech of metal above, and I looked up at the sleek hotel before me. The King of Hearts blimp billowed in a gust of heat, tilted, and drifted to the ground like a burning star. It collided into one of the neighbouring buildings, the explosion sending a shockwave of hot air blasting through the streets. 

I shielded my face with my forearm as a piece of paper whipped through the air and landed on my shoe. Picking it up, I realised it was a leaflet. The photograph on the cover was almost identical to the glossy skyscraper before me. The only thing absent was the busy influx of pedestrians and traffic outside. 

‘The Tokyo Horizon Hotel.’ 

I flipped it over, looking at the pictures one by one. Everything about the staff seemed artificial to me, from the pristine red blazers to their immaculate hairlines. Despite this, I instantly recognised that glint in her eye, a slyness disguised beneath a professional smile. She was sitting at the very reception desk I had been leaning against just hours before, posing for the camera.   

‘Izanami,’ I whispered, deep in thought. ‘She was the receptionist.’ 

A receptionist turned King. There was something unexpectedly funny about it, probably because it made absolute sense to me. She was the face of the hotel, having encountered every possible type of customer under the sun. She knew the ins and outs of the industry, was privy to the drama that occurred behind closed doors, and even the drama that filtered through the grapevine. Of course she was the King of Hearts; she knew exactly what made people tick.  

And now she was gone. It was a shame. If not for the circumstances, I could have become friends with someone so carefree and easy as she was. 

But I can still remember her. 

I could still carry her memory with me, like a token or a good luck charm. In a way, she had died so that I could live. I just had to make it count somehow. For now though, I needed to find my way back home. 

Back to Chishiya, to Kuina…

And back to my older brother, who was still out there, somewhere, waiting for me. 

I wandered deeper into the city using only the familiarity of the streets to guide me. Thick swathes of tall grass covered the pavements and roads, and it was difficult recognising store fronts through the vines and foliage. Scattered around in the grass, the bodies of players had been reduced to bones, each one a victim of the King of Spades. They were still carrying their weapons, their clothes now rags against their hollow white skeletons. It wasn’t right that a human body should decompose so quickly. It meant that my suspicions had been correct all along; time was altered here. The city was a jungle, and as I waded through the overgrowth, Izanami’s words haunted my mind. 

‘Life isn’t a race, it’s a labyrinth. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up going round and round in circles.’ 

Her dying words were uncanny. In her game, if I had simply carried on guessing answers at random, my points would have hovered around a neutral 25. I would have been trapped forever in that room, going round and round in circles. 

It really was like a labyrinth… 

How many times had I made a similar comparison with the city? Too many to count. It was as if she had read my thoughts, knew the ins and outs of my heart, as strange as it sounded. 

And now as I roamed the streets, deftly avoiding stepping on bony fingers and spines, I realised that Tokyo was opening up, welcoming me back inside its web. Even as the darkness of the evening skulked along the corners and alleyways, I followed my gut instinct, tracing a mental map until I turned onto a smaller side-street, coming to a stop before the small building opposite me.

The furniture store. 

There were no candles lit in the windows. No signs of life. I opened the door and slipped inside, tasting the dank mustiness of the air. It was cold, but everything was as it had been before we left. Our makeshift living room was still in place, the armchairs turned on each other in a circle, a flimsy coffee table between them. 

Inside the small kitchen, I found a can of Kuina’s favourite corn soup in one of the cupboards. And so, lighting a few candles on the windowsill, I prepared the portable stove we had used to fashion meals with so many times. It was on the kitchen surface, a little dusty but still usable. I poured the can of soup into a pan and left it to warm up as I explored upstairs. 

The staircase was dark, and the room upstairs even more so. But even in the darkness, I would have recognised that bed from anywhere. It was still as a photograph, a moment in time captured. The way the covers were thrown back, an indentation in each pillow, mine and Chishiya’s. It was only days ago, but it already felt like a fragment of our history. 

I ran my palm along the bedside table, searching for the one thing I had left behind. 

My ring should be here somewhere.

I wasn’t there. I searched the floors and under the bed, but my ring was nowhere to be seen. I raked my hand along every nook and cranny, feeling for its familiar shape, and only growing more and more frustrated when I couldn’t find it. This couldn’t be happening. It meant too much to me. 

I can’t lose it again!

The only explanation I could think of was that somebody had been here after us and they had taken it. Or, it had rolled away into a corner where I couldn’t see it. As impatient as I was, it was too dark to look properly, and so I begrudgingly resigned myself to waiting. 

I’ll have to look again tomorrow when it’s lighter. But still, my ring… 

Sighing, I headed back downstairs to my simmering corn soup. A warm bowlful later, and I was curled up in my old armchair, trying to fall asleep in the ambient candlelight but unable to shake off the fear that the King of Spades would turn up when I least expected it, and I would become one of those many skeletons.

I tried instead to turn my thoughts toward Chishiya. Finding him was my first priority right now. Now that I was clear-headed, I could understand his perspective a little more. The detachment, the alienation. He had never truly told me about the full extent of his isolation. Only that his parents had ignored him, and he had been mostly raised by the house staff. When he first told me, in the lingering quiet after we explored each other’s bodies, I hadn’t appreciated the full weight of that moment.

And the way he’d fired his pistol at Banda, and sat waiting outside after I’d barricaded myself in one of the cells. Even our conversation in the hospital, his adamance that he wouldn’t take part in a game with me. I had been adamant too. I was willing to play together, even if only one of us survived. 

‘Are you really willing to risk an outcome like that? How selfish?’

Back then, his words had thrown me off. They came across as strange and uncharacteristic, but in actuality, I was just blind.  

I understand now. 

I would feel it too. If Chishiya died in a game, where would that leave me? Wandering around Tokyo alone without a shred of hope. That kind of existence wasn’t worth living for. 

God, he was right. I’m really am that selfish… we both are. 

It was time to change things.  

But right now, my eyes were heavy, so heavy, and it was becoming impossible to keep my mind from slipping away into a velvety slumber. Curled up in my armchair, I watched the light of the candle flames flickering on the wall like shadow puppets, until I fell into a heady, dreamless sleep. 

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My eyes flew open. 

I was still curled in my armchair, my neck stiff. However, the cold room was bathed in darkness.  The candles on the window ledge had blown out, and only faint slant of moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating the armchair across from me. 

A shiver brushed the back of my neck.

Someone’s here. 

I gently unfurled myself, listening carefully for any indication of footsteps or breathing. There was nothing. Everything in the room was exactly where it was supposed to be. It was just the candles. I got up and walked towards the window, inspecting them. The wax around the wick was still warm and liquid. It could only mean they had been blown out recently. 

Raising my head to the window pane, I saw my tired reflection staring back at me. And then I froze. A dark, familiar face grinned from behind me, hovering just over my shoulder. There was a click, and I felt the barrel of a gun press into my back.

‘Don’t even fucking think of moving.’

I should have known Niragi would find me eventually. It was only a matter of time. Although it was actually rather impressive that he was still clinging to the revenge he craved for his burn scars. It was an act of self defence, and most people would have moved on by now. 

He’s not most people, clearly. 

‘You’re the same as ever,’ I said, stifling a yawn. ‘Always trying to show off your guns. It must be tiring.’ 

‘I could say the same thing. Not going to show off that terrible foreigner’s accent?’ 

‘I don’t need to.’ I stuck to my native tongue, looking him straight in the eye through our reflections in the glass. ‘I know you can understand me.’ 

Niragi pulled a face of disinterest, but beneath the facade I could see his curiosity. 

‘Back at the Beach, when you first confronted me about Chishiya’s plans, you seemed to be able to understand me even when I wasn’t speaking in Japanese. It was the same when I was at the bar, right before…’ His mouth quirked in self-satisfaction, and I dropped the sentence altogether. ‘And on the rooftop. You understood everything.’ 

He scoffed, jerking the gun harder against my spine. ‘What, did you think I’m an idiot or something? I went to school, obviously.’

‘You could have fooled me.’ 

It was only a mutter, but Niragi had heard it all the same. Grabbing my shoulder, he dragged me away from the window and forced me to sit in the armchair. I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. He sat in the chair across from me, the handgun still pointed at my chest. 

‘You clearly have something planned,’ I said. ‘Otherwise I’d be dead by now.’ 

‘Well done, genius. Even though I’d love to put a bullet in your brain, there’s something else I’d like to do. Something more fun.’ 

Niragi looked terrible. There was a strange gleam in his eye, and the charred remains of his hair were an unruly against the scarred rivers running along his skin. Even his clothes were in tatters. It was a wonder, after everything he had done, that he was even still alive. 

‘We’re going to wait here for a while,’ he continued, ‘and then you and I are going to go for a little walk.’ 

I can see where this is going. 

A walk was never just a walk when Niragi was involved. I sighed deeply, knowing that I was at least safe for now. At this point, Niragi was too predictable for his own good. No doubt, he was going to take me to wherever Chishiya was just so he could have the satisfaction of killing one of us in front of the other. But if he led me to Chishiya, I would happily go along with his plan for now. 

Niragi hummed with fascination, the sound breaking through my thoughts. ‘You seem awfully compliant. What happened to the feisty little zebra who clawed at me?’ 

‘You have a gun and I don’t,’ I replied, nodding towards the handgun resting on his knee. ‘And I have no intention of dying just yet. My brother’s waiting for me.’ 

His mouth curling into a jagged smile. ‘Your brother, hm? What makes you think he’s still alive? He could be one of those skeletons out there, you know.’ 

The thought gave me pause for a moment, but I held my ground. I knew better. ‘He’s not dead. He’s in the other world. The real world, I mean.’ 

‘The real world.’ Something flashed in Niragi’s eyes, as if I had touched on his favourite subject. ‘Which world is the real world? You can live freely here. There are none of those man-made laws to hold you back from giving into your human instincts. You can kill or rape as many people as you want, take whatever drugs you what, there’s nobody to stop you. You can die freely too.’ 

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. ‘Well, since you’re here in this place, I’d much rather go back.’ 

Niragi didn’t seem fazed by the mild insult. If anything, there was a smugness about him, as though everything was vaguely funny. ‘You know, I’m surprised you’re here all alone,’ he said. ‘I assumed Chishiya would have come back, but clearly not.’ 

Now that was unexpected. 

‘You’ve seen him?’   

‘Perhaps.’ 

‘And you didn’t kill him.’  

Niragi shrugged. ‘Why would I, when I can kill both of you at once?’ 

I couldn’t hold back a snicker. ‘What, are you going to line us both up and try to do it with one bullet?’ 

His smile disappeared. The gun was against my forehead faster than I could blink. Niragi’s fingers were in my hair, against my scalp, pulling my head back until my face was mere inches from his. I let out an involuntary gasp, but tried to meet his gaze squarely. I couldn’t show him any fear. Not now. 

‘Don’t you fucking dare laugh at me,’ he snarled. I could smell blood on his breath, could feel the cold barrel of the gun against my temple. ‘I could easily kill you right now and spare myself the trouble.’ 

‘I’m sure you could,’ I murmured. ‘But we both know it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying.’ 

He released my head violently, throwing me against the back of the armchair as he sat back down in his own. Through the window, the first streaks of a red dawn had finally appeared across the hazy concrete skyline. 

Niragi was quiet for a few minutes. He checked the bullets in his gun before sliding the mechanism back into place. ‘Get up,’ he ordered. ‘We’re leaving.’ 

I stood and looked over my shoulder at the stairs. Now that dawn was here, I would be able to see everything better. ‘Can I at least go to the bathroom before we go?’ 

He narrowed his eyes. ‘Where is it?’

‘It’s just at the top of the stairs.’ I waved a hand at the staircase. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.’ 

He stood up, gesturing to the stairs with his gun. ‘You’ve got two minutes. If you try anything, I’ll shoot you in the foot and you’ll have to walk on it.’ 

‘Fine. Two minutes is all I need.’ 

I sprung up the stairs and made a beeline for the bed I shared with Chishiya. His familiar scent still lingered on the linen, and it sent a sharp ache running through my chest. I would have given anything to go back to that time. It was turbulent, yes, but there were moments of sanctuary. 

I pushed thought away.  

Don’t get distracted! You don’t have long. 

That’s right. I now had less than two minutes to find this ring. I got to my knees, searching the gap behind the bedside table in case it had rolled off the edge. There was no sign of it. Growing more and more desperate, I pressed my face to the floor as I peered under the bed. No matter how hard I looked, the ring was nowhere to be seen. I was busy checking under the neighbouring bed when in the slant of light beneath the frame, I saw Niragi’s feet appear in the doorway. 

‘Oi! Get out of there before I drag you out.’ 

I crawled out from under the bed. Frustratingly, my ring was still missing. It must have rolled away into a dark corner somewhere in the crannies of the room. I hated being without it, but there really was nothing I could do. 

‘I lost something up here last night,’ I tried to explain myself. ‘While I was here I thought I’d check before we left.’ 

Niragi marched around the bed and grasped the back of my clothes, hauling me towards the doorway. 

‘Move!’ When I was too slow, he jabbed the gun firmly against my spine and pushed me forward. ‘Hurry the fuck up!’ 

Pff, you’re not going to shoot me. Not right now anyway. 

With the gun between my shoulder blades once more, I silently allowed Niragi to lead me down the stairs and out of the store. Dawn had broken, and to my surprise, the overgrown jungle was softened by birdsong. I hadn’t expected to hear birds singing in the middle of Tokyo. Only the flap of pigeons roaming around for scraps of food. But on second thought, nature had taken back the city. The birds had every right to flock here. 

Niragi didn’t tell me where we were heading, and I didn’t dare ask. I knew better than to goad him on further. I would keep walking and walking until Niragi gestured towards a new direction with his gun. It was a mystery to me, how he knew where he was going. I could only imagine that he had spied on Chishiya and worked out where he was staying. 

The sun was high in the sky, reaching a mid morning simmer when faint voices sounded from somewhere nearby. Niragi paused behind me, then pushed me forward in a vague direction. 

‘Keep moving,’ he hissed. 

I felt his breath against the shell of my ear and flinched away. He chuckled lightly at my reaction, but I refused to show him how it affected me. He wouldn’t take my dignity from me. 

Not again. Never again. 

The voices grew increasingly louder, and as we rounded a corner, I began to recognise the structures, the familiar crosswalks. 

Shibuya crossing?

I had visited this place with my brother on the day after we landed in Tokyo. In fact, his friend’s apartment was only a couple of minutes away. It was so different now that it was swamped in foliage. 

There were two figures in the distance, standing between abandoned cars on what would have been the iconic crosswalk. My heart pounded when I saw a shock of white, that familiar hoodie, his blond hair. It was Chishiya. But despite seeing him only a day ago, he looked so different. His face was darker, more mature, and his expression was strange. There was apathy there as usual, but lurking beneath that thin surface, there was something troubled about him. He was talking to Arisu, who appeared to be holding a rifle in both hands. Neither of them had noticed us standing there. 

I opened my mouth to call out to them, only for a hand on my shoulder to shove me back. Niragi pushed in front of me, raising his gun. 

No! 

Everything slowed, blurring into a haze as I launched myself at Niragi, wrapping my arms around him and clawing at his hands in a furious attempt to grab his gun. He buckled under my assault, letting out a guttural growl as he shoved his palm into my face, trying to push me away. I saw my opportunity, sinking my teeth into the dirty skin of his hand. 

‘Fuck! Get off, you rat!’ 

I bit down harder, ignoring the taste of dirt and blood on my tongue. However, Niragi twisted his entire body, throwing me to the ground before storming forward. 

Winded and wheezing, I scrabbled to my feet. ‘Niragi, don’t!’ 

‘Watch me,’ He grinned and pointed the gun once more at the pair. At him. 

Please, don’t!

I moved forward, my eyes on the one person I wanted by my side. I was too far to reach him and push him out of the way, and there was no way I could get to the gun in time. 

But I can still shout… 

‘Chi—’

My voice was silenced by the gunshot that ricochetted across Shibuya. Chishiya’s body twisted, the force of the impact knocking him to the ground. Blood splattered across his chest, tainting the white of his hoodie. 

[hymnserendipity]

Tsukkiyama and daisuga horror vacation

Light horror

Song Ayun was a quiet town, nestled in the Vietnamese mountains, a perfect place to relax and get in touch with nature. Four friends were staying in a small but characteristic artificial hot spring resort for the weekend, which meant drinking and relaxing in the water. In reality, Karasuno was supposed to be full but between those who had an exam at college and those who had a work shift, in the end they were the only ones available. On the second night, however, the two couples decided to go out and drink a beer on the river bank, so as to celebrate and end that short vacation in style. So it was that Koushi, Daichi, Kei and Tadashi, the latter in the lead, headed out of the hotel, immediately finding a freezing darkness. Having glimpsed the water of the river from their rooms, they followed its roar in that moonless night. Unlike the previous evening, it wasn't hot, in fact the air was full of vegetation. With the help of the phone's flashlights they went down the stone steps at the back of the hotel, and the air in general was incredibly few. Some points of the parking lot were surrounded by thick chains that were difficult to notice in the dark despite the flashlights, because they were old and rusty, they blended in with the asphalt ground, and it was pure chance that Koushi, grabbing Tadashi clumsily almost shouted: "Wait!" thus avoiding both of them falling to the ground after hitting that line that reached just below their knees.How risky it seemed to move even ten meters away from the reassuring light of that living room that had cost the two boys three weeks of their miserable wages as waiters. Once the four friends had passed the parking lot, the sound of the river was getting closer and closer, leading them along the only unpaved road through the brush that led to the bank.

<<It's so macabre.>> Daichi said weakly, as they passed among the skeletons of the stalls now closed for the day. The stools in front of the empty counters seemed inhabited by the ghosts of an old clientele that had come to feast at that late hour of the night. They continued walking along the road that was becoming increasingly deserted, until they saw the glow of the gurgling water a few meters away from them. Simo breathed a silent sigh of relief, opening the green checked tablecloth and placing it on the lawn. They all sat in silence, passing Kei their beers to open with a lighter, and began to look at the sky and the river, listening to the loud chirping of the cicadas. It wasn't long before Tadashi, certainly the least reckless of the group, jumped up, spilling his beer between the grass and the tablecloth, yelling, "Spiders! There are spiders!" and starting to run in circles, slapping his own arms and clothes. What to expect from a picnic on the grass? The boy thought, rolling his eyes. Since there didn't seem to be any way to sit down in peace, Daichi looked around for another place to sit together in the area. His gaze fell a little further on, on a metal bench lit by the light of a vending machine. "Okay, let's get away from here." he blurted out, helping Kei fold up the half-soaked and smelly tablecloth and stuffing it into a plastic bag they had initially brought to use as a garbage can. They sat there for a quarter of an hour before Koushi looked up and, like his little friend, first, she started screaming. The spiders, as big as a hand, infested the frames of every wall and crack in the area. It was clear to everyone by now that it would be impossible to continue that evening outside the hotel, which is why they approached in silence towards the parking lot, demoralized and partly frightened by those monsters that they had found next to them. <<Come on Kei, give us a break!>> Tadashi exclaimed annoyed. After walking a few meters she realized that the boy was not among them, and that he was playing one of his phantom pranks in bad taste, especially at a time when they were all already so nervous. Daichi sighed, looking at his friend as if to say Not again!

The boys continued walking almost to the parking lot, lighting themselves with their phones both to avoid getting in the way and to avoid falling victim to the prank. Kei was in fact renowned lately for approaching them from behind and making them scream in fear. But even though they turned to observe every visible corner of that place, Kei's figure was nowhere to be seen. The boys felt the same terrifying sensation as on April 12th of that same year, when they had gone to the haunted house of a city amusement park and waited with trepidation for the actors to scare them. But this was different, because it was not controlled. "Stop playing!" Tadashi shouted, but he didn't feel like going to look for him. With the phone in his hand, and the flashlight still on, he dialed the phone number of the boy who extremely rarely put the phone on silent and who, he thought, he would capture just like that. A few moments later the characteristic symphony of his favorite Maroon Five song resounded between the roar of the river and the chirping of the cicadas. With a burst of energy Tadashi headed towards that sound, continuing to walk until she found herself once again in the light of the gas station. The phone was on the ground, it continued to ring. But there was no sign of Kei.

After a few minutes, when Tadashi, who had gone on a scouting mission, had not yet returned, Daichi thought he had joined in on the prank and followed his example, ringing his friend's phone and following the sound to the drinks dispenser, under which there were two devices, one of which was lit up for the call in progress. Kousi followed the boy after just two minutes, finding himself in front of drops of a viscous liquid on the dark asphalt, before feeling a huge, hairy, skeletal finger walk over his shoulder. He didn't even have time to scream.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

Every great performer must master their composure, or so his middle school piano tutor used to say, but Elio’s stoicism falls by the wayside as he weeps openly for the man who’s more himself than he is.

According to his bleary vision, it’s 2:47 a.m when Elio jerks awake with a stifled gasp. A nebulous sense of dread looms cold and foreboding despite the muggy air of his grandfather’s former bedroom, and the phantom train whistle resounding in his ears soon grows smothered by the dull throb coalescing at his temple; it’s lub-dub thrum so thunderous it sounds like someone’s banging furiously on the bathroom’s adjoining door.

“Stai bene,” he whispers, voice cracking egregiously from the strain. “You’re fine. È finita. Just breathe…”

It’s a clichéd reassurance he’d once implored of Oliver: thumbs tracing idle patterns atop the thin blue veins at his wrists as he coaxed him to follow his lead. But Oliver isn’t here to return the favour, is he? And it’s only through sheer force of will that Elio masters the protests of his churning stomach; the galloping heart threatening to burst beneath his too-tight ribs. 

A gross overreaction, he tells himself, yet the vestiges of his dream refuse to abate, and his thoughts flash like the myriad slides on his father’s projector; unable to pick a solitary focus point amidst that which was so callously ripped from him on the crowded platform of Roma Termini.

Restless limbs urge him to run - though Elio knows not where - and kicking free of the tangled sheets he swings his legs sideways, scrubbing both hands along his scratchy jaw. Decidedly nauseous, he laces them behind his head to tug his tangled curls, and the groan he lets loose is born of pure frustration when the change in position puts added pressure on his overfull bladder. 

The Moreshi’s greyhound yaps twice from the adjacent villa.

Desiccated rye grass sings its wispy song.  

A susurrus of waves lap the rugged cliffs.

Elio’s lungs pinch tight - a lingering consequence of their stilted, post-dinner phone call - but swallowing hard, he forces himself to stand, stubbing a toe on his discarded amaretto bottle in the process. Again, something in his chest seizes - like he’s afraid to his very core - and the resultant rattle sounds suitably apocalyptic as it skitters across the wooden floorboards.

Judge, jury, and liquid executioner.

The artificial high that patched his gaping wound has fled, superseded by the tell-tale lump in Elio’s throat as he stares after it. His father’s words from earlier - you’re too smart not to know how rare, how special, what you two had was - are no less profound as moonlight glints off the slowly spinning glass, and his grainy eyes burn anew; the slick layer of sweat between his t-shirt and torso feeling damn near suffocating.

Because he was correct. His father, that is. This thing he and Oliver share has everything and nothing to do with intelligence. Which is why he’s unable to reconcile the pragmatic necessities of their separation when for Elio what it all boils down to is this.

He loves him.

Body, mind, and soul.

So it’s little wonder, then, that his broken heart doesn’t give a fuck for the bigger picture.

That Oliver has a doctorate to complete. 

A family who miss him. 

A promising career and countless responsibilities he can’t just shirk on a whim. 

Not for some spoiled rich kid unaccustomed to the wider world.

“Basta con questo,” Elio admonishes, and gritting his teeth, shuffles to the en-suite to take care of business; tremulous bottom lip flattening in distaste at the sunken, washed-out features reflected in his vanity mirror. 

There’s a half-smoked pack of Gauloises on the shelf - crumpled from his jean-shorts pocket where Oliver’d slid them prior to leaving their hotel room - and snatching up the second-hand cigarettes he goes in search of his lighter, rifling through his backpack’s inner workings then stalking through the french windows to the balcony outside; instinctively scanning the various ghost spots Oliver’s made his own.

One flick. 

Another.

An aborted third.

He’s shaking too much to spark the tip, and tossing the cardboard carton onto the wrought iron table he stares at the blinking stars instead; unable to keep from wondering if Oliver’s doing the exact same thing.

Sitting shiva for Elio like Elio’s currently mourning for him.

Just last night, they’d stumbled from an open-mic poetry session straight into a back-alley disco - debated Dostoyevsky in the shadows of the Trevi Fountain - and as a barn owl screeches eerily over the ever-present cicadas, there’s no stopping a traitorous tear at the mere thought of Oliver’s path already diverging from his. 

A sudden gust of wind ruffles the trailing geraniums within their hanging baskets, causing Elio to shiver as he scrubs his cheek with his palm. The thin material of his boxers provides scant protection now his booze jacket has worn off, and ducking inside he searches his teetering piles of clothing for a clean pair of pants, only to stop short when his gaze is drawn irrevocably to the armoire’s open door.

To Billowy; half-hidden amongst his winter coats and a gaudy three-piece suit Isaac and Mounir brought with them last spring.

He’d hung it up as a precaution - terrified Mafalda might toss it in with tomorrow’s laundry - and teetering on the cusp, Elio dares to reach out; barely containing a sob as the light blue cotton grazes his reverent fingertips. 

Wild horses couldn’t stop him from unhooking the gifted garment, but the irrational fear it’ll vanish into the ether soon turns his legs to jelly. Somewhat absurdly, the physical evidence is far from enough, and seeking Oliver’s treasured scent he scrunches the fabric around his nose, only to discover it’s essentially been replaced with his own.

But not entirely, he realises.

The faded section at the unbuttoned cuffs? The slightly discoloured patch inside the collar? They still smell of him - an elusive fragment of spicy cologne and Roger and Gallet shampoo - and Elio breathes in deeply as he stumbles backwards, his ramshackle defences crumbling brick-by-brick even as he sinks blindly to the foot of his too-small, too-empty bed.

Every great performer must master their composure, or so his middle school piano tutor used to say, but Elio’s stoicism falls by the wayside as he weeps openly for the man who’s more himself than he is. For the blankness of Oliver’s expression when the regionale pulled into the station. For being so utterly devastated his vocal cords felt crushed in a vice, leaving him too exposed - too vulnerable - to say a proper goodbye. 

For having to say any form of goodbye at all.

He’s not sorry for a single moment they spent together; their initial games of cat-and-mouse notwithstanding. It was an honour. A privilege. But there’s no finality in uncertainty, either, and slipping his arms into the damp, splotchy sleeves Elio hugs his hollow midriff before rolling onto his side. Wishing with all his might that this futile attempt at self-comfort be sufficient to fool his active imagination.

That his first love - his forever love - was tucked in close beside him.

That he was sleeping soundly, wrapped up safe in Oliver’s embrace, not lying - bruised and abandoned - sullied by the ashes of impossible dreams.

[rpking99]

Map

Here we have the map of the lovely Luxure Region. The artificial paradise made rather wonderfully with small artificial bioms for the region to enjoy

This region is very small, and mostly works as a luxury get away resort. The entire region is no bigger than the Battle Frontier from Hoenn.

You arrive on the south of the island, at the airport. Where you are met by the professors, Juniper and Sonia.

North of the airport, following the only real road in the region, you arrive in EctaCity. The only city in the island, it is still a very large one. Bars, hotels, clothing shops and more. For anything and everything you would need

Also within EctaCity are the Contest Hall, the tower of the Elite 4, the Pokémon Centre and the regions Pokémon Lab.

On the left of the island we have Skyla's Flying Gym, Clair's Dragon Gym, Elsa's Electric Gym, Candice's Ice Gym, Nessa's Water Gym and Bae's Fighting Type Gym.

And on the right hand side we have Mallow's Grass Type Gym, Klara's Poison Gym, Sabrina's Psychic Gym, Whitney's Normal Gym, Flannery's Fire Gym and Olivia's Rock Type Gym

All Gyms in this region also has a secondary usage as well. As this Region is a get away, the Gyms are just a fun option for if you wish to partake. If not, then these buildings would be pointless. So each of them also has a method of entertainment

Skyla's gym has hand gliding. Clair's Dragon Gym is a museum about Dragon-Type Pokémon as well as tribes from multiple regions that focus on Said Pokémon type. Elsa's is connected to this Regions branch of PokeStar Studios, which focuses on more... Adult films. Candice's Gym is set at the top of the mountain range, acting as a ski resort. Nessa's is a beach resort. Bae's Gym is not just a Pokémon gym but also a gym for working out and training.

Mallow's gym is an exotic green house and outdoor kitchen. Klara's Gym acts as a club with a rather... spercific taste. Sabrina's is a dojo for meditation, yoga and so on. Whitney's gym is the least amusement focused, and is instead a farm that helps support the entire region to reduce the imported food they require. Flannery's is a sauna. And Olivia's let's you have fun with rock climbing

There also appears to be a strange cave range at the north of the island. A place with plenty of wild Pokémon. And hiding something dark and mysterious....

(Credit to @1-king-many-queens for making this map for me)

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[brostateexam]

On a Friday afternoon in late 2018, children gathered on an artificial-grass pitch in Kazakhstan’s former capital of Almaty. In the distance, beyond the hangarlike buildings of their school, the Trans-Ili Alatau Mountains were snow-capped. On the other side rose the glass-walled Ritz-Carlton hotel complex. Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie blared from the PA.

The occasion was a soccer tournament like many the world over, but, Shakira notwithstanding, this one had a determinedly British bent. The competition was between houses—student groupings traditional in English private education. Pagodas by the pitch bore the signature colors of the Bartle Frere, Edmonstone, Kipling, and Attlee houses. The first two were named for 19th century administrators of British India. The third honored Rudyard Kipling, author of the imperialist panegyric The White Man’s Burden. The last was named for Clement Attlee, the prime minister who established Britain’s National Health Service. All four men attended the English private school Haileybury or its antecedents.

The tourney was taking place at Haileybury Almaty, the first of two Kazakh franchises that have opened since 2008. The move had some strange historical resonances. Haileybury, descended from the East India College, is arguably the school most closely associated with Britain’s imperial past. Kazakhstan, meanwhile, is a vast autocracy, flush with petrodollars yet free for less than three decades after more than a century of near-unbroken Russian or Soviet rule. Out on the AstroTurf, a girl with braces waved a Kipling House banner bearing a hand-drawn hammer and sickle. The poet would no doubt have blanched at the image: When the Bolsheviks took power in 1917, he wrote that one-sixth of the world had “passed bodily out of civilisation.”

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1. Rumput Sintetis 4 Struktur Lapisan : Produk Kami Memiliki 4 Struktur Lapisan dimana lapisan ini sangatlah penting untuk menunjang struktur helaian rumput. 2. Ketahanan Terhadap Api : Semua Produk Kami sudah melewati test dan memiliki sertifikasi terhadap ketahanan api dimana tidak akan menyebar dan membesar ketika terbakar. 3. Ketahanan Terhadap Sinar UV : Terbukti dan tersertifikasi untuk ketahanan terhadap sinar ultra violet (UV), jadi anda tidak perlu khawatir warna rumput memudar untuk penempatan di luar ruangan. 4. Ketahanan Terhadap Gesekan dan Penggunaan : Produk Kami Lolos Uji untuk uji kehausan dalam penggunaan yang meliputi tes gesekan di permukaan rumput sintetis. 5. Banyak Variasi Produk : Kami Memiliki banyak Variasi produk untuk menyesuaikan kebutuhan anda mulai dari variasi tipe Standar, Premium, Maupun Platinum. 6. Produk Ramah Lingkungan : Kami Sangat perduli dengan dampak terhadap lingkungan, oleh karena itu produk kami sangatlah ramah lingkungan. 7. Kualitas FIFA : Produk Kami juga memiliki sertifikasi yang memenuhi standar kualitas dari FIFA. 8. Daya Tahan Hingga 8 Tahun : Rumput Kami sudah teruji dan sudah terjamin untuk ketahanannya hingga 8 tahun. 9. Ramah Untuk Anak : Produk Kami sangatlah Ramah untuk anak tidak menyebabkan iritasi.

Kelebihan Rumput Sintetis

1.Perawatan Lebih Mudah

Dibanding menjaga rumput asli di taman rumah, menjaga rumput sintetis relatif lebih gampang. Kalian tidak memerlukan air dalam jumlah banyak buat menjaga rumput ini. Bila rumput kotor, kalian lumayan memakai vacuum cleaner bertekanan rendah buat menyedot kotoran di rumput. Kalian pula tidak butuh memotong rumput teratur sebab rumput tidak hendak bertumbuh.

Rumput buatan ini mempunyai tekstur yang lembut serta tidak lembab sehingga dapat digunakan selaku pengganti karpet dalam ruangan. Tidak hanya itu, wujudnya yang tebal membuat anak kecil nyaman bila lagi bermain di atas rumput ini.

Tidak hanya gampang dalam perawatan, bayaran perawatan pula jauh lebih murah.Kalian tidak butuh menghasilkan duit buat membeli pupuk serta pestisida supaya rumput berkembang baik.Tidak hanya itu, kalian pula dapat mengirit air sebab tidak butuh menyirami rumput.

Rumput buatan sesuai digunakan di dalam serta di luar ruangan. Kalian dapat memakainya selaku riasan teras rumah ataupun selaku pengganti karpet di ruang tamu.

Karena tidak membutuhkan sinar matahari maka rumput sintetis bisa di pasang di mana saja dalam, luar ruangan atau semi outdoor. bisa di pasang untuk di dalam atau bagian yang membutuhkan rumput.

Produk dari Beauty grass ini supaya memperindah suasana, memberi pemandangan yang cantik, indah, menyegarkan dan sebagai pelengkap hiasan ruangan. Penghijauan menjadi bagian penting untuk design interior, dekorasi outdoor maupun indoor, rooftop bangunan tinggi, rumah, maupun tempat food and beverage dan lainsebagainya. Supaya terlihat indah dan menyegarkan pemandangan sebagai penghijauan dengan tanpa harus terhubung dengan tanah. selain itu ada beberapa manfaat, yakni :

Manfaat Rumput Sintetis diantaranya;

Permodelan landskap perkotaan.

Klub rekreasi.

Alun-alun kota.

Ruang konferensi dekorasi kreatif.

Dekorasi taman artificial kreatif.

Dekorasi kreatif hidup.

Dekorasi pelaminan.

Dekorasi pernikahan dan lain sebagainya.

jika di bandingkan dengan rumput alami memiliki keuntungan yang jelas rumput sintetis Beauty Grass tidak terpengaruh oleh cuaca musim dingin maupun musim panas dapat di letakkan berbagai tempat panas dan dingin sehingga tetap memberi kesan kenikmatan visual yang hijau alami. selain itu, Beauty Grass mempunyai kulitas kinerja drainase yang baik dan tidak mengalami penumpukan air hujan. point yang sangat penting mengapa orang-orang harus memilih Produk dari Beauty Grass yakni rumput sintetis yang tahan lama, peletakan dan pemeliharaan yang sangat mudah dan sederhana, harga terjangkau, menghemat tenaga kerja dan waktu perawatan.

Oleh karena, itu Beauty Grass menyediakan Berbagai Jenis Rumput Sintetis dan Tanaman Artificial yang cantik dan indah. Supaya memudahkan anda untuk mendekorasi rumah agar lebih terlihat hijau segar alami. berikut macam macam Rumput Sintetis dan Tanaman artificial lainnya ;

Produk kami Golf 1 cm Mini Golf 0,8 cm Mini Golf 1,5 cm Swiss 1,5 cm Standar Swiss 2 cm Standar Swiss 3 cm Standar Swiss 2 cm Premium Swiss 2,5 cm Premium Swiss 3cm Premium Swiss 3,5 cm Premium Swiss 3,5 cm Platinum Swiss 4 cm Premium Swiss 2,5 cm Premium Backing Karet Jepang 2 cm Jepang 2,5 cm Jepang 3 cm Jepang 3,5 cm Jepang 4 cm Rumput Sintetis Putih 3 cm Premium Football Grass 5 CM Drainage Cell

Keunggulan memilih beauty grass diantaranya;

dan kami menyediakan Jasa Pasang Rumput supaya lebih rapih dan nyaman.

Expedisi yang tersedia JNE, SICEPAT, INDAH Cargo, BJE Cargo, JNT Cargo, Dll dan untuk pengiriman se-JABODETABEK kirim menggunakan Deliveree dengan ketentuan minimal order.

Jika Bapak/Ibu mau mendekorasi rumah dengan mendapatkan harga yang terjangkau namun di jamin kualitas Terbaik, tepat sekali jika Bpk/Ibu Belanja di kami.

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