#IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ISHA I SWEAR

[writeournamesinthestars]

The way I would die for Isha but also just these two in general

edit: I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH THE ISHA TAG AND I’M SEEING A LOT OF SPECULATION ABOUT HER DYING I’M SCARED FOR MY BBY

[collectingavenuesmwue]

me trying not to look up arcane spoilers

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi so uh, what the flying fuck did I just watch? I've been sobbing for the past hour so I wanted to ask for some fluff with Isha, Jinx, Sev and reader. Cause nothing bad happened right? Everyone's alive and well and act III is going to be three episodes of everyone playing happy family :)

everything is fine! it's all fine!

men and minors dni

"quit worrying, sevika." you chuckle, elbowing your wife.

the two of you are walking home from a date-- the first you have been on in months. you've been busy adjusting to the sudden appearance of jinx and isha in your lives, and as much as both of you love it, your love life's been put on the side lines for the time being.

jinx noticed. and she decided the two of you needed a date night. and after a few hours of convincing on both you and jinx's part, several promises to call if something wrong happens, and a pinky swear that she wouldn't play with explosives in the house-- sevika finally relented and agreed to go out with you.

you've had a wonderful evening. drinks and grub at one of your favorite little restaurants, then a nice walk up on the promenade, you and sevika stopping occasionally to stop in shops and buy little trinkets for the house.

now, you're headed home, and the closer you get the more nervous sevika looks.

"i'm just... looking for any pillars of smoke, or something." she mumbles. you giggle and pull sevika to a halt. she turns around, raising her eyebrow at you. "why'd you stop? if there's a fire we need to get hom--" you cut sevika off with your lips pressed to hers, and she sighs against you, her worries evaporating in an instant.

for just a moment, you let yourself lose track of where you are and what time it is, just enjoying the feeling of sevika against you. then, a horn honks down the street, and you both pull apart with nervous giggles.

"'m sorry." sevika sighs, hanging her head and bumping her forehead against yours. "did i ruin our date by worrying all night?" she asks.

you giggle and shake your head. "no, baby. 's really cute, actually. my mama bear."

sevika groans and rolls her eyes, pulling you to continue walking down the street. "c'mon. let's go see how much damage the girls dealt to our poor fuckin' house."

when you get home, you're surprised to find the house... relatively clean.

the lights are off, and a few candles are scattered around the living room. jinx is lounging on the couch, reading a book and kicking her feet. "oh hey. you're home." she greets. you blink confusedly at her. she just chuckles. "i figured since we've started crashing here your sex lives are probably in the shitter. so, y'know. i set the mood. put some flower petals on your bedspread. just-- make sure you turn the radio on loud please. i don't wanna explain to isha what all the... noises are." jinx shudders.

you grin, then leap forward to wrap jinx up in a hug. she groans against you but doesn't push you off-- letting you coo over her. "you're such a nice kid, aren't you?" you ask, kissing her bangs.

"where's isha?" sevika asks.

"sleepin' in our room." jinx says. "i'll go join her so i don't overhear anything." she mutters.

you let her go, giggling a bit as she ducks out of sevika's attempted noogie.

when you turn around to face your wife, she's wearing a shocked expression.

"i told you we have nothing to worry about." you say.

sevika huffs and wraps her arms around your waist. "c'mon. when's the next time the kids are gonna be avoiding our room? we only got a few hours before one of the girls wakes up and comes to cuddle... gotta take advantage..." sevika purrs in your ear.

you giggle, dragging her toward your bedroom, only for her to stop in the hall right outside your door. "sev c'mon--"

"what the fuck?" she asks, pushing open the door to the bathroom.

you glance over, your heart dropping when you do.

the entire bathroom, sink, bath, and somehow even toilet, are stained bright blue.

"what the fuck!?" sevika squawks again.

"what's wrong?" jinx asks, popping out of her room with concerned eyes.

"what the fuck happened to the fucking bathroom, jinx?!" you scream.

jinx slouches and chuckles awkwardly. "oh, that. i was hoping you wouldn't notice that until... later..." she says.

"did you paint our fucking bathroom?" sevika growls. jinx chuckles and waves her hand.

"it's not paint, relax!"

"well what the fuck--"

the door to jinx's room creaks open just a bit, and isha appears by her side, rubbing her sleepy eyes, her hair dyed blue. she smiles brightly at you and sevika when she realizes you're who jinx was talking to, and she darts forward to give you both hugs as a 'welcome home' greeting.

"you dyed her hair blue!?" sevika squeals.

"doesn't she look great?" jinx asks excitedly.

isha nods enthusiastically, giggling and doing a little twirl for you and sevika, her hands coming up to shake her hair. you

you look over at your wife.

sevika's mouth is still open in shock, her eyes darting back and forth between your stained bathroom and isha's new hairdo.

when her eyes finally meet yours, you both burst into exhausted laughter.

"y'look amazing, kid." sevika sighs, ruffling isha's hair. isha grins big and wide, and you pull jinx in for another hug.

"you're helping me scrub the bathroom tomorrow, missy." you whisper in her ear.

"yeah yeah, whatever." she sighs.

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[srslylini]

season 2 has a structure problem and that makes act 1 flow naturally enough and it sets up the next acts perfectly well, but they wanted to do so much more than what they were

1. setting up

2. capable of doing in 9 episodes

had they just cut a few plot lines everything would've moved far easier. For example

1. cut the Smeech thing entirely. Sevika and Jinx don't need this to find themselves together and start a found family. That scene In Silcos office was so moving and everything I always loved about Arcane, stuff like this is what's needed. In fact move the prison break to act 1 and have them handle that together, Jinx can still make Sevika her arm, and everything could've still moved the same. It would've fit so much better and there also would've been so much more time to develop anything else with the magic system and act 2 wouldn't feel like it was overflowing with anything and everything. Isha is a character that as of in the show can be cut so easily and that's so sad because she'd be so interesting. Everything about her would've worked and SHOULD HAVE worked but she also just felt like Plot and a thing to make Jinx sad over again. Either don't do that or make Isha not a character like this???? I liked her scenes with Jinx so much and the scene with Jinx freaking out after finding out that Isha was taken to prison was genuinely so good, I'm still holding on to the hope that they didn't actually kill her

2. either cut that shit with the tree because let's be so honest that basically only happened so that Heimerdinger, Ekko and Jayce could meet, since we do NOT even really talk about the tree in act 2? that was so weird. Like either actually make it a thing or find different ways to let characters meet naturally. I dont know, the show was so good with that in season 1. And if they truly wanted the tree scene at least make it make sense and don't randomly drop it Idk.

3. I LOVE Mel she is like my favorite character but the plot with the black rose takes so much necessary time away from what we actually need to focus on. I heard they want to make different shows so they are setting this up but it just doesn't work. Mel could've so easily been integrated into the main plot line and it would've also made so much more sense at that. Though I'll just wait on act 3 before I judge too hard. (if they actually DARE to make her pregnant Istg)

4. Making Jinx that hero character for only like, what, a few seconds was so strange. I hope act 3 gets that better but that, first of all, happened mostly out of no where and a few touches to her shoulder after the prison scene was also not??? helping??? either set that up from the very start or don't do it at all. She isn't a hero, she is a tragedy and someone who needs help and room to breathe. The scenes where they tried to make that funny, in my opinion didn't land at all. She doesn't need a hero complex she needs calmness and stable relationships. Let Isha live I swear to GOD.

in fact that leads me into the next point

5. Have Vi realize she doesn't want to be an enforcerer sooner? I actually do like how rushed that part felt don't get me wrong, but if they wanted a reunion between Jinx and Vi don't randomly put it into act 2 with barely any build up. Let Jinx and Vi realize it during the fight, they kinda did do that but??? just didn't move that anywhere. it's so strange. If they had cut the Smeech stuff they could've easily used the third episode to make Jinx and Vi slowly reconcile. Which also means I think Vi would've been such a better "symbol" than Jinx. Vi and Jinx, for me, show what Zaun is made of, and Jinx is quite literally the valid pain, distrust and anger of Zaun, and she as well as Zaun desperately need healing. Like that would've been SO COOL. that's just my opinion though, so there is that.

6. If they had made Vi the symbol the conflict between Caitlyn and Vi would've felt a lot more natural as well. Like??? Also Caitlyn should've had so much more time if they wanted that switch up in the end to work. Cut the black rose stuff and that would've worked perfectly fine.

7. Now do NOT get me wrong, Ambessa's character is so interesting and I feel like exploring her is so cool but she and her plot just doesn't fit into the Piltover/Zaun thing. It makes it too big for what the show is. In fact I (and now this is just my opinion, anyone can have their own just saying lmao) would've either cut out Ambessa's character/plotline or subtly continued Ambessas drama with Mel, which would give Mel, who didn't get taken by the black rose in my version, a lot more to do and way more interesting stuff too. Again this is very much my opinion and doesn't mean anyone needs to share it, but I feel like they could've easily made Heimerdinger be the one who gets Caitlyn to where she was/is with Ambessa. It would've expanded Heimerdingers character and it would've stayed in the setting they already perfectly build up, Piltover and Zaun. Also, Heimerdinger wouldn't just feel like a random joke character anymore.

8. The Pit fight stuff could have been SO interesting and I feel had we not stayed with Viktor Christ so much which was also so weird at times, we could've gotten so much necessary insight on Vi. If we follow my idea it could've been Vi forced to be a symbol because of the person she is. The embodiment of Zauns loyalty, strength and resilience. And then the fights that will come out of that forcing Vi to face so much stuff she shouldn't etc etc (I haven't fleshed that one out yet don't come for me) and that could've ended in her pit fighting era, which should've taken at LEAST an episode and not a random montage that just gets forgotten??? for no reason at all. Really hope act 3 talks about that cause??? I feel with Vi as the leader the healing of Zaun would make so much sense, because Jinx realistically can't do that. The idea of Jinx being in that position IS interesting I just feel it wasn't established/developed enough.

9. I really really liked how from the very beginning Viktor's safe haven did not in fact feel safe. There was always a very uneasy feeling and that's what I love about the show. I was always waiting for the shoe to drop and it happened, that was amazing. Though I would've either established a lot of this way earlier on in the show or made it not so, and now walk with me here Ik its magic, unrealistic. That does sound strange but having Viktor suddenly float in space with white silver flowing hair and his dead assistent next to him was... very very out of no where. It was like a lazy show trying to get away with "yeah well it's magic so of course this works" and I hate that because even magic needs explanation and build up. So yeah. Either cut that shit out or have it established sooner. And while seeing the one person who helped Jayce as a kid did kind of help, it still wasn't enough for THIS, though again MY OPINION. Also we spent way too much time there, it was getting ridiculous. So much time could've easily been lent to stuff that actually needed it. I actually laughed out loud when Viktor started the healing process with Vander because come ON now, and I do not think they wanted me to laugh.

10. The stuff with Vander, Silco and Felicia (while cute) was unnecessary and weird. What I liked the most about Vander taking in Vi and Powder was the feeling that he didn't do it because he necessarily knew them very well but because he knew their mom was dead (that did show he and their mother did kind of know each other but so do like all the people in the lanes that is kind of established) and wanted to PROTECT. This new context sadly makes it feel like "well of course he stopped everything and took them with them and cared for them he knew them since birth, duh" when I always wanted to feel "well Vander is in his heart a good man who saw what terrible stuff this war and fighting did and then took in orphaned children because of course he would do that" if that makes sense? I feel this new thing took away so much from Vander, but again that's maybe just me.

11. So many jokes and scenes didn't land with me. The scene with Jinx trying to show Sevika her middle finger was SO GOOD and so Arcane that seeing the scene were they try to make it funny with Jinx's trousers and that enforcerer felt so out of place? Like what. That scene could have EASILY been cut and nothing would have changed at all. And that's what is the worst because there isn't one scene in season 1 that I feel could've been cut and there are so many of them in season 2.

12. Introducing Maddie in act 1 made me believe she'd be a bigger, even more of a threat to Zaun, character than she was and that's so sad. What I loved about season 1 is that every single character mattered. Even those we saw maybe once. This time around I hardly cared at all for any new character because they didn't feel like a Person anymore, they just felt like Plot. In season 1 episode 1 there is this scene, the first scene Vander gets to speak in. The only reason Huck meets the woman and the man to trait was basically so we get to know how the undercity works and establish Vander as basically its leader and protecter; The one people are loyal to etc. But it doesn't feel that way. It's something that naturally happens and every character in that scene, even the man and the woman we never see again, mattered and felt real.

yeah so those were really just my thoughts. I could very much go on but I also don't want to.

[thepotatoking-queen]

Shit can go down for all I care, but I swear to everything holy and unholy, if anything happens to this precious bean, I will kill everybody and everything, and then blow myself up. Protect this child at all cost!

Isha protection squad rise!

[littlemissrbf]

Arcane S2 Act 1 Thoughts

(SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED IT YET PLEASE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD KEEP SCROLLING)

(you’ve been warned)

Episode 1: Heavy is the Crown

HOLY SHIT THE NEW INTRO FINALLY GIVING THE VIKTOR FANS SOME FOOD

Damn getting straight to it not only did Jayce fail to destroy the hexcore but he’s still weaponizing hextech (Caitlyn’s new rifle) great job buddy way to keep your promises

I genuinely thought Mel was gonna get assassinated during the memorial speech

I fucking love Maddie, she’s so damn adorable and I swear if anything happens to her I’m gonna lose my shit

JUST LET THE LESBIANS BE HAPPY

for someone going through the five stages of grief, Caitlyn looks really fucking hot

Episode 2: Watch it all burn

Damn okay I guess I didn’t want to be happy today jinx burying silco in the water- “have you had enough?” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

Okay that kid Isha is 100 fucking percent dead probably by the end of act 2

Damn Caitlyn I’m pretty sure using poisonous gas as a chemical weapon is a war crime

Viktor comes out of the hexgoo completely butt naked and Jayces priorities are 1.) full frontal hug 2.) give him something to cover himself with

GODDAMN IT THEY TOOK AWAY VIKTOR’S GORGEOUS GOLDEN EYES

viktor, after going through a near death experience, immediately deciding to quit his job and peace out in the middle of a war is so fucking funny to me

That little gremlin Smeech getting ripped to shreds off screen by Sevikas new arm was the highlight of the episode

Y’ALL VIKTOR JUST BECAME FUCKING ROBOT JESUS

Episode 3: Finally got the name right

I mean seriously Caitlyn, using the Zaun equivalent to mustard gas to assist your raids seems really fucked up

I’m sure a lot of furries were very happy to see Mel’s cat-person informant

OH MY GOD WE FINALLY GOT A CAITVI KISS SCENE :D

Seeing Jayce, Ekko, and Heimerdinger nerd it out in a room was unexpected but actually really nice to see

OH MY GOD SEVIKAS REACTION TO BEING BIT IS TO FUCKING SMILE- GIRL YOU FREAK

Okay but on a serious note the little girl putting herself between vi and jinx was heartbreaking- this is a running theme that started literally at the very beginning of the show with Vi and Powder on the bridge, the wars between Piltover and Zaun are always at the expense of the innocent, specifically their children.

FUCK DAMN IT Caitvi was finally happening and then they go and get divorced why can’t we have anything nice

but actually Vi’s whimpers after being sucker punched in the gut by her now ex gf’s rifle were devastating ( okay that’s all my thoughts be ready to see a shit ton of reblogs )

[alpaca-clouds]

Arcane Season 2 - How Bad Pacing Can Ruin Everything

So, Arcane season 2 ended. And I am sorry, I need to vent.

I am honestly not sure whether the rumors are true and this were originally meant to be more seasons. The Riot CEO apparently denies it, but then again, I have seen CEOs confidently go out on stages to talk about a project which they knew was cancelled at that point in time. So, sorry, but I will never ever trust a CEO. Lying is like 50% of their jobs. Being greedy is the other half. Sorry, not sorry.

I am gonna write something about disability in Arcane (overall) during the next few days, but let me just talk a bit about the pacing issues of season 2.

Spoilers for season 2 - all of it - obviously.

Believe me or not, but I know the exact issue of Arcane season 2. It is called: Too many characters. Too many plotlines. It is something that easily happens when writing an ensemble story (no matter what the format is you publish the story in - it happens in books, movies, shows, games). At times it works fine if you manage to weave the entire ensemble into the same main plot. But as soon as you wanna give everyone their own little storyarc with a bit of their own themes, it often goes haywire. Either you will end up dropping some characters to the side and not properly finish up their story, or you will end up rushing everything. Neither is gonna be good.

Here I am mainly thinking... Was the entire Black Rose/LaBlanc stuff planned to be there from the beginning? Was it put in later? I mean, given that the entire story felt like it might set up Mel as a Champion for LoL... How do I put it? Mel was too overdesigned in the show, to not be a future Champion. That was my feeling from the beginning. I don't know if they gonna make her a Champion, but man, it feels like it.

But no, the main issue really is the pacing. There is just too much stuff happening.

I will remain, that the thing that shows this better than anything was the second "arc" of season 2. Episode 4-6. And the general way the entire Caitlyn, Vi, Jinx thing plays out. We have the following things happen in the first six episodes of season 2:

Cait's mother dies

Cait swears revenge and asks Vi to assist her as an enforcer

Vi does not want to. Ends up getting drunk.

Vi decides to do it anyway.

They do a bit of chemical warfare for good measures.

They go down there. Fight Jinx. Vi cannot do it - partly because Isha.

Cait breaks up with Vi and becomes the evil fascist dictator

Vi becomes an alcohol addict.

Except, never mind, Caitlin is already feeling shitty about it next episode.

Jinx gets Vi and Magic Pixie Dreamgirls her out of her new-found addiction.

Jinx and Vi are good again. They go help Vander.

Cait meets Vi for the first time since the break up. They instantly are back on the same page.

Like, there is so many plothooks in this storyline alone that do go completely unexplored.

There are two characters here, that do play a role in the last three episodes too and that felt like they were some proper characters at some point. Those two are Maddie - the Scottish-dialect enforcer girl - and... Frankly, I do not feel like looking up the name. The big burly one, who after the break-up takes care of Vi.

Those two feel like they were at some point meant to be more real characters. But because of the pacing, they are barely ideas. Maddie starts making out with Caitlyn because...? I don't know. Because I literally do not know anything about this character but "she is an enforcer", "she is queer", "she is attracted to power(?)", and thats it.

And the other guy goes with Vi because... Uhm... I don't know. I know literally nothing about this chaaracter other than that he is big and an enforcer. *shrugs*

It most certainly feels like there was some planned version of this show, in which Cait and Vi both had a proper corruption arc. In which we really saw the two of them struggle. In which we actually saw Piltover and Zaun under the control of Commander Caitlyn and Noxus, and saw the horrible things they were doing and what it was doing with Caitlyn. In which we also saw Vi struggling with addiction and stuff.

But that was not the version we got in the end. Instead in this version... things go magically well.

Hooray?

Same with Jinx. Her mental health issues just magically get better when Isha is there, because that is what the story needs to happen now.

Here, too, it also feels like huge chunks of the story are missing. It feels like there was a story going more into the relationship of Sevika and Jinx for a bit. But if that story had been there once, it was most certainly no longer there. It was hinted at, yeah, but that's it.

And then there is the entire magic plot.

Look, I think among the fans of the LoL Lore I am not the first one to say: "Yeah, trying to marry the worldbuilding of Arcane to the established Runeterra worldbuilding does not work, because of the magic." Runeterra so far was always a fairly high magic world - at least that was implied by comics and short stories. Magic was a common thing in this world. Otherwise we could not have that many magic champions and a whole place whose entire thing it had been: "We are anti-magic Nazis building mage concentration camps!"

When Riot said, that Arcane was now the main canon, A LOT of fans of the lore were like: "You get that it is not gonna work." And yeah, Arcane Season 2 clearly shows how it doesn't work.

Because the way they put in the entire "Mel is magic, also the Black Rose is a thing" stuff just... It did not fit in the entire plot around it. Because Arcane had been designed as a world where magic was very rare and strange. But now Mel had to be magic and somehow had to be connected to the Black Rose.

Also... What the fuck even happened there in the end? Why put that in? Why make Mel go against LaBlanc? I am sorry, but that was simply too much for this plot. The entire Black Rose stuff stuck out of this plot like - pardon the pun - a thorn.

Generally there are several relationships that feel, like they had at one point been a whole more explored, but then got dropped to the wayside.

As I said, Sevika and Jinx are definitely an example. Ekko and Heimerdinger as well. I also feel like what was episode 7 of the show was probably originally more than one episodes and slower paced - though it still to me was the one episode in this, that kinda worked in of itself. And that the Ekko and Jinx relationship was better established.

I also feel that Viktor and that echo of Skye was probably at some point supposed to actually have talks. Like: "I will miss talking to you." - "No, you won't." Okay? THEN SHOW ME THEM TALKING PLEASE?!

Which kinda brings me down to the main thing that happened because of the pacing issue. Season 2 of Arcane knew only two extremes in terms of "Show, don't tell". Either it goes full "music video" in whcih indeed it just shows us shit without context or dialogue - or we get the information just via dialogue, in a complete tell.

This also shows in the last episode, with the entire thing of Piltover asking the Zaunites for help, after brutally surpressing them forever. Yeah, I see where they were going with this. About being the bigger people and planting seeds and what not. But frankly, there might have been a time and space for a story like that, if properly told (you know, with giving more of the Zaunites a voice in this story, showing more of the conflict and spacing this plot out over several episodes). But a) it was not properly told, and b) a world in which several genocides happen while Trump somehow won a second term is not that world. Yes, b) is not the fault of anyone working on Arcane. That was simply bad luck on their part. But a) is very much their fault - and even if we did not have a Palestinian Genocide and no second Trump term: Without a) being done properly, it would not have worked. It would have just not felt quite as miserable.

You know, the most frustrating thing about this was, that... While I think that one way or another I would still have hated how the show handles the topic of disability (again, I will write about this during the next few days), I generally might have liked the same plot, if it had been given the needed space to breathe.

Like... Sure, I would have never really been on board with "fascist Caitlyn", or rather with "fascist Caitlyn, who gets then forgiven by everyone". But I could have somewhat swallowed it, if that forgiveness had to be earned. But because of the breakneck speed of this show, it never got earned. I am not even talking about redemption arcs here - those are always a headache - but specifically about the fact that Caitlyn gets instantly forgiven by everyone.

Also, lol. The entire thing with Ekko convincing Jinx to come along off-screen. That was unelegant.

Heck, it feels in the first four episodes, as if there was an arc being set up for Sevika in general. And it feels like that arc needed to happen, given that Sevika ends up on the COUNCIL OF PILTOVER in the epilogue. However, that Arc just does not happen. Then, like... why set it up?

That is general the issue. There is a lot of set-up and very, very little payoff to any of it.

And here is the thing. I have heard people argue about whether or not this was meant to have more seasons. But frankly: I do not think that the writers who wrote season 1 would have written this story this way had they known it would be two seasons.

Mind you, compared to some people I would not rate the writing in season 1 higher than maybe 6 or 7 of 10. It was solid, but not overwhelmingly great. But season 2 in comparison is a 2 of 10, maybe a 3 of 10, if I am being gracious.

And frankly, I do not think any writer, who is in any way worth their salt, would write a story where a main character goes evil, and then do exactly nothing with it. I mean, sorry, us writers, we are a dramatic bunch. And we will not resist the drama being served on a silver platter unless we are forced too. I cannot imagine a single writer, who will go with the end of episode 3 and then not write a bunch of angst with Caitlyn and Vi - unless they were forbidden.

And mind you, CaitVi is by far the ship I am least invested in. But it is simply such a glaring example of where the plot is rushed in a way that it hinders the character arcs.

Oh, and also... Lest. Lest in the first six episodes clearly felt like a character, who was going to play a role. Only to then disappear to not be seen again during the finale. What happened to Lest? Is she dead? Is she alive? I guess we'll never know.

*sighs* I am sorry. I really am. I am just... very disappointed. This has been a mess. And I think it would not have needed to be.

Like, the animation is still the most pretty thing ever made in the world. But man... The plot? The plot sucks balls. And not in the sexy way.

[spiderman-is-my-copilot]

Jinx and Isha’s dynamic is so precious I swear to god if anything happens to that kid I’ll bury myself alive

[fictionkinfessions]

I fucking hate this! I swear I think I actually was cursed as Jinx there's no other reason why this shit keeps happening. I know that if Isha somehow survived or if she somehow magically gets brought back it's probably gonna come across as the most ass-pull thing ever but I don't care. I just want one person that I love to not leave or die on me. I know quite a few people view her as my younger sister rather than my daughter but for me personally I know I viewed her as a daughter.

I've been orphaned technically four times and now it looks like I'm a Vilomah too*

It reminds me of when Silco died and a few people were hoping that Singed would bring him back somehow even though I think everyone knew deep down that wouldn't happen. And even though I was devastated and would've given anything to change what happened I hated that idea from a storytelling standpoint. But with Isha? Even if I still think that her surviving somehow would be a terrible idea for a story I still and holding a little bit of hope for it to happen.

Now I know how dad felt and why he was so determined to save me.

*Vilomah: A word for a parent who loses a child. It means "against the natural order."

-Jinx (Arcane) #🌙🌹🐚

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[rainbowgod666]

《Ok, fablolus bob was Like That, but how did it ACTUALLY GO?》

(Clears throat) well, time for the deep voice i guess. Considering im doing this from a burialgoods video... so.

Slaneesh

So, lets put ourselves in her situation.

Infinite pronouns. Vaguely feminine body. The literal physical manifestation of everything NSFW ever, regardless if that term means "hentai" or not. The concept of overdose made manifest...

And a mortal just told you that you dont exist because "cogito ergo sum" or some shit. I do however have a... "transcript" of what happened

(Recorder playing)

Slaneesh:...ok but seriously, i LITERALLY saw you pull out a child from soup, throw it on the ground, and saw that thing grow to a full fledged space marine in FIFTEEN. FUCKING. SECONDS. I have nurgle right here-

Nurgle: hi

Slaneesh:- and he checked seven times. And considering seven is HIS number i think we gotta give it to you: you are THIS CLOSE to do stuff none of us coul-

Fabius: n... o...

Slaneesh:... cu- h- i mean, come again?

Fabius: th...er...e... a...r...e... no... g- g...o...d...s...

Slaneesh:...ok. i say we... i cant believe im saying this- i say we stop this.

Khorne: WHAT

Slaneesh: listen. Whatever the fuck is this mon'k- i mean human doing is WAY outside of our scope. He survived my "extend Planck Instant to infinity" thing with literally just some fucking ibuprofen. I think-

Fabius: you... dont... think... you're just... an overgrown... s...t... orm...

Slaneesh: oh great the mic was on this entire- ok. Listen here you overglorified nurse. Usually Khorne is the angry one but I think its my turn now-

Khorne: THATS... NOT HOW IT FUCKING WORKS BUT FUCK YOU I GUESS YOU DESERVE IT...

Slaneesh:... "fuck me yourself coward" jokes aside: you literally "fucked around and found out" at the Laer temple, and I watched. You modified space marines to the point that even the lightest brezze was the most arousing thing since the discovery of "meat-beating", and I watched. You fucking cloned horus in such a way that all it was left to effectively make a second horus was our boons and i. fucking. watched.-

Tzeentch: did he clone horus? Or did he just bring him to life? Then again how do we kn-

Everyone: SHUT THE FUCK UP TZEENTCH.

Slaneesh: (scoffs in "this fucking waste of tentacles i swear") anyways. The point is NOT our "existence" or "powerscaling". The point is: i wanted to congratulate myself for your work. There is only ONE dude on Anathema's side who can do what you do, and the only human thing left of him is how he thinks. So-

Fabius: you... are just... a phenomenon... i think... therefore... i am... you dont think... therefore... you... aren't... (faints)

Slaneesh: ok fuck this, im dEFINETIVELY not high enough to deal with this and i didnt put anything in my orifices to at least TRY and be presentable. I wanted to pull off that Quaestor shit i perfected and it turned out to be a shouting match against the galaxy's most annoying fuck ever. At least Anathema is more polite and logical with his "thing"

Khorne: WAIT, IT WAS A FUCKING SHOUTING MATCH THIS ENTIRE TIME?

Slaneesh: a

Nurgle: kid, it was a figure of speech. Close that darn recorder and lets go back to work. I am worried isha tried to "ku'gath" herself (again) while i was here.

Khorne: OH OK. BUT STILL, IF IT WAS A FUCKING SHOUTING MATCH I COULD HAVE JUST TOLD HIM TO FUCK HIMSELF

Slaneesh: yeah...

Khorne: (noises of giving a planet deleting friendly back pat to slaneesh) YOU KNOW WHAT? YOURE FUCKING RIGHT YOU [the friendliest barrage of insults ever]! BUT SERIOUSLY NEXT MORTAL THAT DOES THIS IM BRINGING MY CHAINSWORD

Slannesh: yeah. Guess youre right

(Recorder stops)

I rest my fucking case lmao

[bastart13]

Unfortunately I couldn’t help but think through a few ironic implications of Portia’s Reversed ending

Fic below the cut

[1.5k words, tw character dying, set in Portia’s Reversed ending so spoilers]

A decade or so after their story ended

Isha let their head fall back with a rattling, haggard sigh. They closed their eyes, letting the gentle rocking of the docked ship lull their heart into a calm pace. It was almost enough for them to forget their troubles if it wasn’t for the sharp aches in their hip or the sheer effort it took to take a breath.

They’d never been good at listening to their own discomfort. They’d lived with discomfort all the life they remembered, whether it be from minor inconveniences with their arm, or the ever-present fatigue since magic left their world. But now, their body screamed at them everything they’d been trying to ignore. Everything they’d kept from Portia.

A chipper, rhythmic knocking on the door took them out of their thoughts. Despite everything, Isha couldn’t help but smile.

“Welcome back,” they called.

The door swung open with no hesitation as their wife bound into the room. Her sunny smile lit up the room, emphasising the wrinkles around her mouth and eyes. A true smile, reserved for Isha and their children alone. She kicked off her worn boots, shutting the door behind her as she waltzed over to the bed.

“I’ve been missing you,��� she teased, leaning in for a quick kiss. “We should be ready to undock soon. Jasna’s grown up to be a fine bosun. I swear, soon they’ll be rigging the boat with their hands tied behind their back just for the challenge. Right after we—”

Portia’s eyes locked onto their bedside table. A half-finished tankard of beer sat over an unfamiliar note filled edge-to-edge with scrawling ink. Her eyebrows tensed, frowning.

“Was Ilya here?”

“Yes, he just left,” Isha said. “He was sorry he couldn’t stay to see you, but he needed to get back to his partner before dark.”

“Did he at least squeeze in a ‘hello’ to his nieces and nephews?” she asked, her voice lightening to a dangerous cheer. Isha shook their head, looking back to the note.

“No…”

They needed to tell her.

He’d written everything she’d need to know but she didn’t deserve to hear it from Julian’s letter.

Portia stroked through their dull curls, pushing them away from their face before gently cupping their cheek.

“Are you feeling better from this morning?” she asked.

Isha took a short, weary breath.

“I’m not well, Portia,” they said softly. “I went outside for some fresh air this afternoon, when I ran into Julian and I had one of those attacks. He helped me back to see what was wrong and it’s getting worse.”

Hurt flickered across her expression before she slapped on a determined smile.

“But he told you how to treat it, right? That’s what the note is. I know we’re charted to sail down the Strait of Seals but if we don’t have what you need or the cold would be too much, we can change course,” she reassured, picking up a pace with no intention of stopping. “And look on the bright side! Now Ilya’s seen you, we might be able to get you back on your feet. You’ve been feeling low for a while now, think of all the places we can visit once you’re better. You can get back off the ship and travel inland. I’ve heard it’s really settled down in the north and I’d love it if we could visit Sun lake again—”

“There’s nothing to treat it,” Isha asserted, but Portia barrelled past.

“—And if we’re passing through Galbrada we can meet back up with Lavi. In his last letters, he was so excited about his travels—”

“I’m dying.”

Portia’s voice cut out.

The ship creaked and drummed with the distant movement of the crew above deck but to them, the quiet hung in the air like a dense fog.

“You’re not dying,” she insisted, the shine in her eyes fracturing. “You’re not dying, you’ll be okay,” she repeated. “I’m the Ambassador of Vesuvia! Along with Prakra, we’re one of the most powerful cities in the land and I have ships in every port in the five seas, loaded with imports. Ilya just must not know what we have access to. Even if—if you’re as ill as he says, we can find a cure. He could look again o-or we could go to Nazali. I know they’re older now, but they’ve trained so many medics, and if that doesn’t work, I know the leader of Urdangabil. They’re one of the leading pioneers of new medicine and if I look through my silvered book, I’m sure I can find something to get her to—”

“No.” Isha gripped Portia’s hand, staring deep into her eyes. Their gaze softened, their care hurting her more than any blade. “I’m dying, Portia

She frantically shook her head, her lip quivering.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ve been dying ever since the magic left.”

“You’re not going to die! You’re going to be okay…”

“I was never going to live that long. It was borrowed time.”

“You told me you were okay!” Portia sobbed. There was nothing else she could say. She broke.

Pearly tears streamed down her cheeks and she collapsed into Isha’s embrace. She gripped their nightdress, holding onto them like a drowning woman to driftwood. Helpless sobs wracked through her body and Isha held onto their wife in return, gently rubbing her shoulder with their stump. It felt unfair. They were still so warm. Their heart beat the same reassuring patter as whenever Portia curled up against their chest. How could they… How…

But she knew how. She knew why and the thought only made her choking cries harsher.

“I’m sorry…” Isha said softly. “You deserved to know sooner… I wasn’t okay.”

Their chest grew wet from Portia’s tears and they only held her closer.

“It’s… gotten worse over the years,” they explained. “The first few were just this tiredness, but then my headaches came back. Tiredness became exhaustion. I felt… hollow. Like I was using myself up from the inside with every breath and step. It wasn’t until Julian saw me that I recognised it… You know me; I’m useless at asking for help.” They tried for a smile, even if Portia couldn’t see it. “I’m thankful every day I didn’t put that promise in my vows.”

Her crying hitched with a hysterical laugh before slamming her fist against their chest.

“STOP IT!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “J-Just stop it… Stop being s-so stupidly calm! How can y-you just—just accept this?! We’ve done so much… so much… All together. How could I have missed it? I have secrets on every city’s leader. I have ears and eyes everywhere. How—How didn’t even know my own spouse was d-dying!”

“I didn’t know,” Isha whispered, “and I didn’t tell you. It’s not your fault.”

“But it is! You know it is more than anyone. I was the one who chose to kill Aunt Tasya! I could have talked to her. I could have done anything to convince her, I could have…" She stilled under Isha’s arm. Tears dripped from her wide, unfocused eyes.

Moving like a stiff puppet, she fell out of their embrace.

“...The Arcana,” she whispered, the words barely leaving her lips. “I know Asra looked into it and found nothing… but that was just the first year. We have access to so much more… That’s it. I… I could try and call on them. On the other world. Even on—”

Portia jolted out of her daze with Isha’s iron clasp around her wrist and their amber eyes boring into her with a fire she hadn’t seen in years.

“You can’t,” they ordered. “Whatever happens, you can’t repeat Tasya’s mistakes. When we killed her, we accepted the consequences, and I don’t regret it. I can’t let you fall down that path. No matter what happens to me, you need to remember that. I’m not saying you can’t grieve, but you have to let me go.”

More tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks. Isha let go of her wrist, reach up to hold her face and brush them away with their thumb.

“You’ve done everything you can for me and more,” they said.  “You’ve given me a goal, friends, a family. It means more than I could ever say, and I’m glad I’ve had this time with you, but it was always a half-filled hourglass.” They inhaled sharply, their chest suddenly feeling too empty until they breathed through the pain. Their eyes fell closed as they rested their forehead against Portia’s. “I’ve died once before. I don’t remember anything about the life I had before it, but as hard as it is, I know it’s different this time. I don’t want to die. I’m scared. I hate upsetting you. I want to see our children grow up and know the lives they’ll lead. But I’ve accepted it. I can’t ignore it or put it off.”

They pulled back with burning eyes and a tight throat.

“You’ve made my life worth more than I ever thought it could be. I love you, my light. Thank you for loving me.”

[soul-write]

Old faces are never forgotten

Notes: This is based on this week's prompt (Come Back) for Flash Fiction Friday but I didn't finish the work in time and I also went over the limit. But I'm posting it anyway because angst.

Beware of spoilers

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When Baldwin told Yvie he saw Isha in the town, he thought he were lying. Because there was no way in hell that could happen. Yet he rushed to the town center to see him. Because if it was even the slight chance Baldwin was right, Yvie didn't want to miss it.

Yvie ran and ran. He bumped into so many people on his way but he was too focused on his mission to stop and apologise. And when he did arrive there, his heart was racing from both effort and excitement. He looked around quickly and then say it - dark blue hair, brown skin, clothes a mix from the different kingdoms he must have been to. It was Isha. It really was him. Yvie couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't look a lot different from when he last saw him 6 years ago. Six years ago in that terrible night.

His legs started moving on his own towards the man. The man that stoled his heart and stomped on it when a dumb sword told him to. He heard his friends trying to stop him but nothing could stop him now. He arrived behind Isha. He turned his head around and looked at Yvie.

"What do you want?" He asked in a cold voice that sent shivers down Yvie's spine.

"Isha! It's me! Yvie!!" Yvie would lie if he would say he wasn't desperate. He's been secretly trying to find Isha in the last 6 years. And when destiny finally brought him back to him, he didn't recognise him.

Isha looked very confused. Everything he's been through didn't prepare him for something like this. "I.. I'm sorry. I don't know you." Isha wanted to leave. He felt uncomfortable around this stranger that looked a little too familiar.

He only managed to take one step before Yvie grabbed his arm. Isha looked back and saw the stranger looking down at the ground. His shoulders were shaking. He was definitely crying. "Isha, please." Sobs rocked through his body. "Remember me." Isha tried to move but Yvie's grip got tighter. "Come back, Isha!! I know the Isha I know is still somewhere inside you." Yvie could barely talk. But he didn't want to give up on Isha. Not again! He let him leave once, he's not making this mistake again.

Isha tensed. He didn't know what to do. His intuition told him to run. But the firm yet warm touch of this stranger named Yvie told him to stay. He hate these contradictory feelings. After about a minute of struggling, he managed to yank his hand out of his gripand pull his sword out. Yvie looked up right into his eyes with no trace of fear or anger. Those were the feelings people usually have towards Isha. But in the blond's eyes was just pain. Tears were still falling down his cheeks but his sobs and hiccups died down. His hands moved to brace himself. Isha felt some sort of pity for the man in front of him. He was probably mistaking Isha for someone else. Isha was almost ready to let his guard down and help Yvie. But before he could do anything, two people approached them.

Now behind Yvie sat Opal and Baldwin. They saw the two's interaction and decided to step up when they saw Isha pull out his sword.

"I think you should leave." Baldwin said taking his sword out as well.

"Don't you dare cause a bigger scene in public!" Opal hissed at the two men. At the same time they put their hand on Yvie's back trying to comfort him. Yvie crashed into Opal's arms, crying and muttering intelligible sentences that sounded like apologies.

Isha was quietly staring at the three friends. All his confusing feelings and thoughts disappeared when the sword started speaking to him. The sword was telling him to kill them all. And the sword was always right. After checking his surroundings, he saw that there weren't a lot of people left around. With a quick move, Isha tried to stab Baldwin when his guard was down. But he wasn't lucky. Baldwin blocked his sword and tried to reciprocate the hit. They both knew this will soon evolve into a fight. People started to move around them to watch the show. Feed up by the attention they were getting, Isha and Baldwin were ready to put up a show. That before someone run between the two and screamed.

"Stop!"

Yvie moved between the two men. He hoped this will stop them. If not, he will get stabbed by Isha. Again. But he didn't do anything. Isha frozen into place. The sword was begging to be covered in blood but a sharp pain in his chest and a sick feeling in his stomach were stopping him.

"You..." Isha's eyes were wide in shock. He put his sword back. As he stopped touching the sword, the coldness and numbness that came with it started to fade away a little. "You're the man in my memories." Yvie's face lighted up with hope for a moment before Isha changed his tone to a very angry one. "What did you do to me!? Why it always hurts when you make your filthy way into my brain!?!"

Yvie didn't know how to answer. Isha remembered him. Well kinda. This counted as progress, right? "I did nothing! I swear!!"

Isha didn't believe a word. He walked closer to Yvie and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Whatever curse you put on me, undo it!! NOW!!"

"I.. I told you!! I didn't nothing!!!" Flashes of everything that happened in that terrible night came back to him. Isha was partially right. Yvie did cursed him. But not with memory loss. That was because of- "The sword." Yvie whisper out loud. Isha was still holding him but his face was more confused than angry. Yvie on the other side was getting furious. "That fucking sword is responsable for everything!!" He yelled, voice full of anger. Isha immediately let go of his shirt and took a step back. So did Opal and Baldwin who had been trying to calm down the two. Yvie kicked the ground with his foot, making a big cloud of dust raise around himself. "Everything would be better now if I destroyed the sword when I had the chance." Fresh tears started to fall down his face. His knees gave up and Yvie fall down on the ground.

Once again Opal approached Yvie. They wrapped their arms around Yvie and let him cry all his pain and frustration off. Baldwin felt pain in his gut by seeing one of his friends in pain. He looked at Isha like he wanted to kill him. And maybe if they weren't in public and Isha didn't mean so much for Yvie, he would kill him.

"Yvie isn't in the mental state to talk to you anymore. So leave us alone. But don't you dare leave this town! We will find you this time."

Isha nodded and left the three friends alone. This day was a crazy one, even for him. He really needed a break. And maybe for once he won't listen to the sword - who was telling him to run away - and remain to see how things evolve with the blonde who's name he already forgot.

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Til The Sword Tears Us Apart tag list: @stories-by-rie - @lnspired-insomniac - @wannabe-word-palace - @spellboundinks (tell me if you want to be added/removed from it)

[tearofisha]

Disquiet Ghosts of Khaine: 2

The Long Journey Home.

Arnam Trask. Arnam bloody Trask. Contained in my Spiritstone and disconnected from the universe around me, the only face I could remember was that of the Deathwatch Sergeant. Honourless scum. Arrogant scion of a dead Emperor. Though my body decayed on the forest floor where I fell, I could feel the Power Sword burst through my chest and out of my back like it was happening now. Time passed. How much or little time was impossible to tell as my confinement within the Spiritstone didn't allow for outside stimuli. I don't know how long I lay waiting, but it was long enough that the edges of my memories began to fray and mottle like an ancient painting and it was all at once I made the most heartbreaking realisation of my life. My lover, Sahritha. And I simply cannot remember her face. No matter how furiously I tried to recall, ultimately her face would become that of Arnam Trask's tattoo'd form before driving the sword home once more. My grief was infinite and as my body melded into the surrounding nature, time itself slowly meant less and less as I fell into the deepest darkness.

Then my saviour came, a wanderer plucked my Spiritstone from the shell of my armour like a child would steal an apple from an orchard. For the first time in what felt like forever I could feel the presence of another Aeldari soul nearby as though he were a lighthouse in an infinite ocean. Like a thief in the night he went from planet to planet collecting the souls of his fallen kin and when his packs were filled with the most macabre of loot he began the long road home. Even as I began the lonely trip with my rescuer my mind orbited around thoughts of Trask and the Deathwatch. He was out there, somewhere in the stars and he will answer for his crimes against my people. The bastard Astartes will suffer for what he did, I swear it to the Bloody Handed God he will suffer.

More time passed and the sensations of travel were totally lost to me. Not the wind in my air, rain on my skin or the fresh air in my lungs, these were robbed from me and I yearned for the feeling once more. An empty void of sensory nothingness was my reality, barring the ghostly presence of my rescuer that resembled a silhouette. It reminded me of my childhood, falling asleep and being carried in my Fathers arms, the feeling of movement and noise quietly intruding through peaceful rest. He's been dead for years, as has most of my family. It broke my heart that I couldn't remember their faces anymore. The sadness and guilt was such that I might have been washed away like a stone in the tide...But suddenly there was more, more voices and shapes. Dozens. Hundreds. They glided like faceless wraiths through the avenues and streets until I realized. I was home.

Returning to Ulthwé at last, my savior handed mine and others stones to a new figure. He was not a ghost like the others, not a dim lighthouse in an infinite ocean- he was a bonfire. I'd heard of these types before. Spiritseers. Those that handle and manage the dead within the Infinity Circuit. Sure enough, we walked the lonely paths into the sacred core of the Craftworld.

"Fear not, friends. You will soon be among the ancestors again." he spoke. For the first time in un-numbered years, I heard a voice clear as crystal. He was quiet, soft spoken like he was trying not to wake someone. It was comforting. The winding paths took us into the heart of Ulthwé , where the crystalline core of the Craftworld thrummed with psychic power. Indeed, every step the Seer took brought more and more voices into focus, as though we were outside a theater and could discern muffled voices before opening the doors and entering. One by one, he placed our stones in receptacles that connected us to the Infinity Circuit. I was the last to be moved, and the journey from cold separation to the warmth of his hands to the sudden vibrancy of the Infinity Circuit was utterly overwhelming. Every generation of Ulthwéan   that could be saved was here, thousands upon thousands of ghosts like myself suspended in a new afterlife. The noise of chatter and muted joy was intense, as though I had entered a party in full swing while painfully sober. It was all so much, from my lonely silence to this. Death, to nothingness, to every ghost I had ever followed in the footsteps of was a dizzying ascension. I sought out some quiet, to my surprise all I had to do was think and I was there. I had hands again, fingers and hair. In fact, my form was just as I remembered before my life was taken by Trask. Arnam Trask. My killer. Without intention, my fists clenched and jaw tightened and I couldn't stop the tension in my body physically manifesting like a spring ready to snap. Then I heard a voice.

"Are you overwhelmed? Many are upon entering here for the first time. It's okay, you're safe now." It was the Spiritseer again. "My name is Eldrin Shadewalker, a Ranger called Rishaeron brought you home. Welcome, brother. What is your name?"

"Aevytal." I took a breath and tried to calm myself. "This is...a lot." I said, waving my arms inarticulately at my surroundings, only now noticing my hands were shaking.

"It's okay, Aevytal. Tell me, what happened to you? What do you remember?"

"Deathwatch. They ambushed my Wave Serpent and slaughtered my comrades on Isha's Grove. An honourless Sergeant killed me after killing the Exarch." I shamed myself at the thought. Reliving the final, humiliating moments of my life. Deep in my core I could feel Trask's sword burst through my gut once again. Unbidden, my hand checked for blood from a wound that no longer existed since my bodily form now nourished the forests of Isha's Grove.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The Spiritseer said quietly, his pale face twisted with an anguish that set a pit in my stomach. "Isha'Verdane'inais. Yes, a dark day. Have you heard anything about what happened?"

I shook my head. Eldrin indicated I should sit with a robed wave and so I did, the rising anxiety tickling the back of my throat.

"A very dark day I'm afraid, yours was not the only transport targeted by Deathwatch that day. There were no survivors at all, a hundred Craftworlders and the entire colony of Exodites were eradicated that day. It was a tragedy no one foresaw and one that was mourned hard by the citizens of the Craftworld" The Spiritseer leaned forward in his chair and couldn't help fidgeting with his bejeweled fingers.

"A new colony of the Imperium lies in the place of our cousins, which is partly why it took so long for your soul to be retrieved safely."

"How long?" I stammered, the cold sting of anxiety stroking the back of my neck. "How long was I waiting in the dirt before someone was brave enough to crawl through an Imperial world like a Warp-damned thief?" My anger was uncontainable, already I had risen to my feet and clenched my fists. It was the tantrum of a scared child, I knew but one that had been bubbling for years of solitude. I hadn't felt this way since I first stepped on the Path of the Warrior, emotions clouding my judgment without control or will. Already I was dreading the answer.

"The slaughter that took place on Isha's Grove was close to a generation ago, Aevytal. Once the planet was colonised there would be no return without further tragic losses, we couldn't risk the same mistakes happening again. I'm sorry." the Spiritseer spoke softly.

Generations...Hundreds, maybe thousands of years. What of my love? My family? Ulthwé and the galaxy moved on without me while my corpse rotted in the muck, in painful contradiction to my wish for a good death. All because of Trask. The sword that cut my life from me had shattered the reality I used to know, and it was all the fault of Arnam Trask. I felt sick, betrayed, abandoned and more than anything else fury. The blood I felt in my astral veins burned with the need to kill, to maim, to repay the suffering I had endured onto the ignorant galaxy. The Spiritseer rose from his seat, his gaunt face grimacing with concern, before putting an end to my anger with a wave of the hand that returned me to my Spiritstone, alone in the dark once more.

[airis-paris14]

Redemption 13

Summary: One person, a secret, and an ocean tore them apart. Six years later they find their way back together, but a rekindled love is not Redemption. 

A/N: It’s back!!! Please comment and Reblog. 

“You look stunning in the sunlight,” T’Challa gleamed,standing to greet the love of his life. “You say that every time,” Zari chuckled as she let his arms envelope her. “It’s true. You look amazing in anything.”

“So if your wife wore sweatpants and a t-shirt to your wedding, you’d be okay with it?” The young designer raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her menu. “I’d prefer if you didn’t wear that entle”

“T’challa,” Zari chastised. “What?” the king raised his eyebrows, “all I did was make a statement.”

“You know what you did your majesty,” Zari shot a warning glance. “You know I wanna take this slow.” 

“I apologize love,” T”challa gently squeezed Zari’s hand. “It’s fine.”

The king intertwined their hands on the table and grinned once he noticed the blush on Zari’s face. The two ordered and chatted the time away before their food arrived. As soon as Zari dug in, the monarch cleared his throat. “Entle,”

“Hmm,” Zari kept chewing as she looked up at T’Challa. “I wanted to talk to you about something. It is somewhat of a delicate matter.” Zari placed her fork back on the plate. She took a moment to swallow before addressing the king, “Okay. What’s going on?”

“I have to go back to Wakanda in three week’s time.” 

“Oh, I-” 

“I want to take Aiden with me. And you.” The king finished. “T’Challa I do not know if I am ready for that.” “Zar, please. At least think about it. My son has family who don’t even know he exists. People who would love to love him, but he has to meet them. He should his home, quite frankly, the place he will one day rule.”

“Rule?!” 

“Yes, Zari. He is my son. My only son. My ELDEST son.” “That doesn’t mean  he has to rule T’challa.You could marry again.”

“Zari,” the king frowned at her, “ we both know that the minute I claim Aiden as my own-,” “Then don’t claim him.”

“You know that I would not do that to my son Zari. He is my blood. I will not let him grow up thinking that I am ashamed of him Zari. What has changed. When we were together in highschool, we both knew that this day would come. I would be king, then so would my son. You were ok with it.” “I never thought we would actually get to this day T’Challa! Let alone a day when it might mean my son would have to be taken from me.”

“Come home with us, be my queen. Let us have the family that was taken from us Zar. Believe in me,” the king grabbed both of her hands. “ I have to get back to work.” The designer grabbed her coat and rushed out of the restaurant.” 

“Zar,” T’challa slapped fifty dollars  on the table and ran out after her, only to watch her vanish into a taxi. He slapped the brick wall next to him, before heading towards his own car.  

Later that night, Zari tiptoed into the house. Slipping off her shoes she made a quick trip through the kitchen, only to run into Isha in the kitchen. “So you and lover boy are both coming home late tonight?” 

“He’s here?”

“Yeah he just ran up a few minutes before you did.” “Good,” Zari sighed leaning against the counter. “What’s up with you?”

“I’m kind of avoiding him at the moment. We had a fight today at lunch.”

“Over…” “He wants us, Aiden and I, to come back to Wakanda with him.” 

“That’s a bad thing because?” Isha deadpanned.  Zari sighed, “My baby is a prince Isha. T’challa wants to claim him, but I don’t know if I want that lifestyle for my son. He’s my baby.”

“Yes, but he’s also the baby of the new king. You know, the man you had unprotected sex with once, maybe twice, I don’t know three times! You didn’t think about that?”

“During? No, but I guess it was always a thought in the back of my mind, I never thought it would be something I seriously had to consider. I mean I didn’t think I was going to get pregnant. To be honest, I never really thought my relationship with T’Challa would last, I love him. Bast, I am so deeply in love with that man, but he was a prince for goodness sakes. Now he’s a king.”

“A king who wants to marry you.”

“Yes, but what qualifications do I have to be a queen?” “You were born in Wakanda, and the king loves you. One of those is just a bonus.” 

“I just don’t know, that seems like a lot to throw at Aiden.” “You never know until you try,” Isha got up, “for both situations. For what it’s worth, I think you should go. For you and Aiden’s sake. The boy just got his father back, let him be with him. Whether it’s only for the summer or not.” she hugged her friend good night before the both walked up the stairs. 

“Well rise and shine sleeping beauty,” melanie teased as Zari walked into the workshop. “Haha. Very funny,” Zari yawned as she placed her things down at her sewing machine. “Tough night? Melanie pried as she moved her stool, and hand stitching close to Zari. “If you must know, T’Challa and I are fighting. Well I haven’t actually seen him sincee the fight, so I don’t know how he feels.” 

“You mean you’ve been avoiding baby daddy for 24 hours.”

“Only 20 technically.”

“What happened?” Melanie frowned. “He wants me and Aiden to go to Wakanda with him.”

“To live?” “No just to visit. So Aiden can go visit his family and visit the country.”

“We are upset slash refusing because…. This all seems reasonable to me.” “My baby is a prince Melanie. If he goes home, I lose him. When T’Challa claims him as his son, then, he now had obligations to his country.”

“Aiden is just barely five. I am more than sure that his obligations as a five year old prince, could be satisfied with summer visits home and school break visits. So what’s really the problem?”

“I don’t know if I am ready to go home. There are so many hurtful memories tied there. All the dances I didn’t get to go to. Graduation, all the places T’challa and I used to go to.-”

“And now is the time to make new memories, at least see if you like being back home, Z. As  much as I’ll miss you for the next few weeks, I think you should go.”

“What about the show? There’s only a month until opening night.” “Then you’d better leave as soon as Aiden gets out of school next week.”

“Leave for what?” Lin walked into the room. The women turned to face him. “T’Challa wants Aiden and I to go  back to Wakanda with him to visit for a few weeks. So he can meet his family.” Zari explained.

“Then I think we can spare you for three weeks Zari,” Lin smiled. “It sounds like an amazing experience for Aiden. As well as for you to go home.”

 “I can handle anything that pops up, and if anything goes wrong. And the world is burning to the ground, I am sure T’challa will personally escort you back to the city.” Melanie reassured. “You guys really think so?” Melanie glanced at Lin, “We know so.”

“Well now I only have one problem. How should I tell him?”

“Ask if you can take him out on a date. That way you control the situation, and the conversation.” Melanie suggested. “I guess,” Zari replied shooting T’Challa a quick text.

Do you wanna go out tonight? My treat.

I’ll go anywhere with you entle.

Be ready at 6:30. I’ll meet you at the house. 

See you then. 

Later that night, the couple found themselves on the rooftop of Melanie’s apartment building.They had stopped and grabbed a pizza and a bottle of wine to share. As they clinked their glasses together and dissolved into smiles, Zari found her voice. 

“T’Challa, I am terrified to go home. Of going back to the place where I had everything taken from me. Most of all. I am scared to fall back in love with you. You are a king now. We are not  some l high schoolers anymore. I cannot go back only to lose you again.”

“Zar, I promise you that if you go back, even if you don’t, we will be the only ones to decide that we will not be together. No one else, not even the elders.”

“Are you sure?”

“I swear on my life.” The king stared at her hopefully.  Zari sighed,“Then Aiden and I will go with you to visit. Only for three weeks though. I have to be back for opening night of the show.” 

“Deal,” T’Challa smile, placing a light kiss on Zari’s lips.  Zari looked into his eyes before leaning back in for another. She tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders and began to run her fingers over his shoulders. T’Challa pulled her closer into his lap, their lips never disconnecting. T’Challa froze as a moan escaped Zari’s lips, he pulled away slowly, but kept a firm grip on her hips. Her breath brushed over his face as she brought her forehead to rest on his. “We shouldn’t,” he whispered, still trailing his fingers along her spine. “Wha-”

“At least, not tonight love,” the king murmures, pressing on final kiss to her lips. The mother pouts in frustration. “Come on, we should probably get home. The moved quietly in sync cleaning up the roof and making sure they had all of their belongings. With the roof locked, they dropped the key into Melanie’s mailbox and headed back home. The car ride was peaceful, T’Challa would occasionally shoot a glance at Zari, gently squeezing her thigh. Their steps echoed along the concrete as they walked up to the two story brownstone. On the doorstep he pulled Zari back to him before she could open the door. “I am glad you are coming back with me.” 

“I know,” Zari smiled softly. The king place three quick kisses on her lips. A fourth left their lips lingering together for just a second longer. “I wanted to make sure we are ready, before we take that step again, not that I do not want you that way entle.” The king reassured, gently pulling the mother into his chest. “I know. I am sorry.” 

“Please do not be sorry, I want it just as much as you do, but we are just getting back together, let’s take it slow. We’ll get there again.” 

“I guess we should cool it on the dates then?” Zari muttered. “Maybe let’s stick to lunch dates then.  For now at least.” The king smiled, his hum vibrating under Zari’s cheek. “And I should get my own bed again?” 

“Only if you want to,” T;Challa frowned. “I think we both know it’s for the best.” Zari smiled.  I guess so.” T’Challa pulled her back to him, “Not tonight at least. One more night.”

“One more night.” The two smiled, quietly entering the house and sneaking back in to their bedroom. 

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Culture and Translation - S01 E04

Slowly getting through these, although they’re out of order. I’ll post an index when I’m done with season 1. 🤦‍♂️

CLIP 1: A wild mom appears

22:30 is a perfectly cromulent time to have dinner in Spain, but ngl, I’d have it a bit earlier on a school night. Eva’s supposed to be at school at 8:30.

Eva is eating the Hacendado store-brand “natillas de vainilla” from Mercadona (vanilla custard). Lol can you imagine that Skam España gets enormous, and people from abroad make trips to Mercadona because of Skam España?

Pesada (“annoying”): Okay, I love “pesada” because it literally translates as “heavy,” but it actually means that someone is being annoying/nagging to the point where it feels tiring to put up with them. There’s an idiom in Spanish: “eres más pesado que una vaca en brazos” (you’re heavier than carrying a cow bridal-style) and I find the visual hilarious.

CLIP 2: Carrying their bags for some reason

This clip dropped at 11:39, but the characters are all carrying their bags and backpacks. You don’t take your backpack out for recess. You leave it in the classroom and take the valuable stuff with you. We don’t have lockers.

Ni de reojo (“Not even a glance”):  Looking at someone “de reojo” is looking at them from the corner of your eyes, but that’d have been too long.

Bien, normal (“Good, fine”): In Spain we often use “normal” to respond to small talk (how are you doing, what’s the weather like, how was dinner with your family, stuff like that). I went with fine, as I haven’t really heard “normal” being used that way in English.

CLIP 3: Are these our biology buddies?

I do like the juxtaposition of Eva telling Nora everything is fine, only for Eva to UNLOAD on Lucas the very next clip.

I can’t watch this clip without remembering that I did the Social Sciences track of Baccalaureate, and yet, I had to translate a fucking optical microscope exercise for Skam. This fucking show.

Es que es muy heavy, Eva (“You crossed a line, Eva”): I also really like the Spanish slang “heavy.” It comes from heavy metal, and it’s meant to bring to mind the intensity of the harder heavy metal bands. And hey! It shows up on Urban Dictionary with the same meaning: Serious and intense, but also too much. I think this might be outdated slang in the US?

Y yo estaba rayada (“And I was going crazy”): I’m pretty sure that to be “rayado” comes from “discos rayados,” i.e. skipping records. When you’re “rayado,” you are stuck on a specific thought or emotion to the point of obsession or being unable to move past it. It’s NOT “sounding like a broken record,” as in English, because being “rayado” is internal. You’re stuck on a continuous loop within your own mind. It comes up several times throughout the show, and I’m pretty sure I used a different expression each time because nothing felt quite right.  

Tú qué vas a decir (“Like you’d say anything different”): The literal translation would be, “what are you going to say.” However, that sounded like it could be a question, even a rhetorical one, when Eva is throwing Lucas’ words back in his face.

CLIP 4: Carrot cake

Carrot cake is a relatively new import in Spain. I think it’s trendy for coffee shops to have it on their menus now. Since it’s so recent, it was adopted with its English name, rather than the Spanish translation. This also applies to brownies, pancakes (which were actually called “tortitas” for a while, but now it’s become trendier to call them pancakes), muffins and cupcakes.

Aquí os quedáis (“I’m out”): Lucas actually says, “you stay here,” but the connotation is that Lucas is leaving because he’s Done with Eva and Jorge. Eva and Jorge can choose to stay or leave or do whatever, but Lucas is leaving and not taking Eva and/or Jorge with him.

Que aproveche, chicos (“Enjoy, you two”): Enjoy, as in enjoy your meal, of course! “Chicos” could be translated as “kids,” and when the teachers use it, I do translate it as kids. But the waitress is calling Eva and Jorge “chicos” just because they’re younger than her, not because she’s calling them children. You are either young enough to be “chicos” or old enough to be “señores.”

I mean, if Lucas is going to parent trap them, he could’ve at least paid for the cake. This entrapment with an unpaid bill is kinda rude!

CLIP 5: Nailing Viri

Eva has a palmera in her hand! See Wikipedia for info on this supposedly palm leaf-shaped pastry. The picture captioned “Pig’s ears” is closer to the one Eva has in this clip,

Un clavo saca otro clavo (“there are other fish in the sea”): The literal translation is, “a nail takes out other nail,” as in, the construction kind of nail. The connotations of both sayings are a little different. “There are other fish in the sea” has the connotation that you’ve been dumped, but there are plenty of people in the world for you to explore. “A nail takes out another nail” can mean you’ve been dumped or that your love is unrequited, and that the only way to get over it is to find someone new asap. I also found a debate in a translation forum over whether the nail in the idiom means a dick, as in, only by hopping on another dick you can get over the previous dick, and I can honestly say I have no idea if the idiom is about dicks or not.

Viri con la mierda (“Viri with the junk”): Viri actually says “Viri with the shit.” Haha. This girl squad is so gentle and well-spoken.

Quick note on grades: Grades can be 0 to 10, where 10 is the highest grade. You pass with a 5. Anything under 5 is a “failing” grade. 5 through 5.99 is a “passing” grade. 6 through 6.99 is a “good” grade. 7 through 8.99 is a “notable” grade. 9 through 10 is an “excellent” grade. Once you’re in university, you can also get an “honor roll” grade. Only one or two students can get that grade on a specific course. As far as I know, “honor roll” does not exist as a grade in Spanish primary schools, middle schools or high schools.

Encima se pica (“She goes and gets ticked off”): “Picar” literally translates to “to itch” or “to sting” (such as a bee or a wasp sting). If something “te pica” in the slang sense, it means something has offended you, and the speaker thinks it shouldn’t have. There’s a saying, “si te pica, te rascas,” which translates to, “if it itches, then scratch yourself.” It means that if the tea has been too hot, you don’t get to lash out, you need to deal with it. Cris is indignant that she’s trying to help Viri out by telling her the truth straight up, and Viri is offended, instead of grateful.

Una chica de cuarto (“A fourth grader”): Fourth grader as in being in her fourth year of Mandatory Secondary Education! A grade below the girl squad.

CLIP 6: Underage drinking  

I don’t know where that tunnel is, and I desperately want to know. On that note, I was so fucking chuffed when the clip came out. I really didn’t think they’d even attempt a street drinking scene. They obviously had to have it a secluded place in order to keep the shooting a secret, but it works.

Okay, so my personal take on the call to prayer scene is this. The clip dropped at 20:07 on the 6th of October, and Isha (the fifth prayer) happened at 19:08 at the very latest. (There are several methods of calculation.) So Amira probably did pray before meeting up with the girls. However, once she took in their initial reactions, Amira might’ve wanted to see exactly how badly the girls would take it, so she pushed a bit harder. Committing to praying five times a day might also be new for Amira, and so she might’ve wanted to test those waters. Ngl, asking her to do it somewhere where nobody sees Amira is with them is pretty fucking bad.

A buenos días (“Good morning”): Jorge is doing one of his voices here. I guess he sounds a little like a rural old man. And yes, he says “good morning” even though it’s visibly dark outside the tunnel, lol.

There’s a conversation happening below the camera line and a bit aways from the mics. It’s hard to catch all of it, But Lucas drops the bag with the ice cubes and tells people to help themselves. Dilan grabs ice cubes with his bare hands, and Hugo calls him out for being gross. Dilan asks Hugo why he minds. Tbf to Dilan, a botellón is usually a gross affair with drinks being spilled, vomit, and sometimes piss, so touching the ice with your hands is small potatoes in comparison, lol.

Verdad o atrevimiento (“Truth or Dare”): For the record, the version I played was called Beso, Verdad o Atrevimiento (Kiss, Truth or Dare). I guess there’s a larger English language influence that’s made it more authentic to drop the Kiss option from the name, if not from the dares themselves.

Va lanzada (“going for it”): Lucas says Cris is “lanzada,” which literally translates to being launched, or going as fast as something being launched. Such as a rocket, for instance.

Pa mala yo (“I’m the badass”): Cris is quoting the Aitana and Ana Guerra song Lo Malo, which comes up again later in the season. The gist of the quote is that Cris has no need for bad boys, when she can be a bad girl herself.

Le dio un amarillo (“she had a whitey”): In case you’ve never heard of “a whitey” before, you can find a detailed explanation on Urban Dictionary, which corresponds 1:1 with the Spanish expression.  I had to do a lot of research to find the best translation, so pls appreciate!

Fue muy borde contigo (“He was an ass to you”): “Borde” is yet another classic Spanish slang words. To be “borde” is to be rude for no reason. While it’s slang. It’s not a swear word, and it’s not rude to use. I went with “ass” as I figured it comes across as softer than “asshole.”

CLIP 7: Safety considerations are ignored

Both this clip and the clip before (which dropped at 20:07) generated a discussion in Spanish fandom spaces, specifically about when Spanish teens go out and what their curfews are. Lots of people felt Eva and her friends are going out too early and going back home early, as well. Part of the discussion has to do with something the remakes have shied away from: dropping clips at ungodly hours. As some might remember, during Isak’s season, clips would drop at 3 am because Isak was insomniac. So far, the remakes have held back on dropping clips during hours the target audience may not be awake to react to them, generate discussion on social media, etc.

Spanish people have a (not unearned) reputation of starting the party after dinner time (so 22:00-23:00) until dawn. That said, every teen has their own set of parents with their own set of rules. Personally, I didn’t have a curfew, but we were generally partied out by 4 am.

That said, if I’d been as wasted as Eva is in this clip, I’d have headed home at midnight, sure. Mostly ‘cause I’d have wanted to nap it out.

It makes me smile that Eva and Jorge are jay-walking. There’s no penalty for doing so in Spain, by the way. And especially in small towns or villages, where traffic is light and sidewalks not wide enough for more than one person, it is far more common for people to walk down the middle of the road, rather than using the sidewalks.

I don’t understand how Eva’s house works, by the way. That door makes it look like Eva lives in a detached house with a front yard, a fence and a gate. But we know from other clips that you can show up at Eva’s front door without needing to be let in through a gate. Also, there’s no window by the gate. You can definitely see a window by the door in the final clip.

My friends were shocked and appalled that Jorge would leave without ensuring Eva got inside her house safely, since she was so drunk and it’s past midnight. Grudges have been held.

The gagging noises at the 18:54 mark are poetic cinema.

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India Alert || New Episode 295 || Gumshuda ( गुमसुदा ) || Dangal TV Channel

Stop! Let me go! Let me go! Don’t kill me! Mom.

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Mom.

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Ishu? She’s still sleeping.

Ishu.

Ishu, wake up.

Wake up! Where did she go? Ishu? Ishu? Ishu.

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You thought you could scare me? I know, Mom, you’re not scared of anyone.

If someone wants to get into trouble, they should come to you.

And you teach them such a lesson.

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You know why? Because you’re a warrior princess! Stop it! That’s enough.

Happy birthday, dear.

Thank you so much, Mom.

What are you looking for? You know, there’s a box wrappedin designer paper and ribbons.

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It starts with ‘G’.

We usually give that topeople whose birthday it is.

-Gift?-Gift! -Gift!-Yes.

Gift! Here it is! Mom! A new phone!Mom, how did you know I wanted this phone? You’re my daughter.

You thought of it, and I knew it.

-Oh, Mom! You’re the best mom!-I know that! I’ll put the SIM in it, and.

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Yes! My phone has started.

-You like it?-I love it! Take it.

It must be to wishyou on your birthday.

Answer it.

Mom, it’s my phone.

It’s my wish.

You won’t change, will you? Come on, get ready.

Freshen up.

Okay, Mom.

-Come home early in the evening.

-Okay, Mom.

Hey! What were you doing? I? Nothing, ma'am.

I didn’t do anything.

Nothing.

Give me your phone.

Give me your phone! No.

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I didn’t do anything.

Why should I give it to you? No? I said, give me your phone! How dare you film me on the sly! I said, give me my phone back! You want it back? I’ll get you arrested.

Just give me my phone backor it won’t be good for you.

-I’m warning you.

-It won’t be good for me? -What will you do?-Isha.

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-What will you do?-Isha, calm down.

What happened, Isha? Look at him, Payal.

He’s such a cheap man.

He makes videos of us on the sly.

Look at this.

Excuse me, madam.

You call me cheap? What about you?You wear such revealing clothes! You let people enjoy the view! I just filmed youand you’re getting angry? It’s just a video.

Just a short video, sir.

What else did I do? You’ll pay a price for this slap, ma'am.

How dare you misbehave with her! Get out of here! Out! I swear to my mother, I’ll show you where you stand! -Get out of here!-I won’t spare you! I’ll get you arrested! -Just look at him.

-Calm down, Isha.

Calm down.

-Let’s go in.

-Let’s go.

Sit down, Isha.

Relax.

Look, people like him are everywhere these days.

You’ll find people likehim in Mumbai every now and then.

-So, relax.

-You’re right.

But that idiot ruined my mood.

It’s okay.

Relax.

It happens.

Forget it, okay? Water.

Happy birthday, Isha.

Thanks, Sachin.

I was calling you, Isha.

Why didn’t you answer? -I was busy, I didn’t notice.

-Not even once? It’s my phone, it’s my will.

I didn’t want to answer.

What’s your problem? I do have a problem, Isha.

You know how much I love you.

Do you remember our college days, Isha? Look, I’ve told you this before.

Don’t bring up this rubbish every time.

College is over, everything is over.

I only love Rohan.

Stop wasting your time on me.

Please.

Hello.

Yes.

If you can’t be mine, you won’t be anyone else’s, Isha.

Where did Payal go? What happened to the lights? “Happy birthday to you.

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” “Happy birthday to you.

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” “Happy birthday, dear Isha.

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” “Happy birthday to you.

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” Oh, my God!So this was your important work! Sweetheart, your birthday is important to me.

-Happy birthday.

-Thank you so much.

It’s party time.

Thank you, guys! Thank you so much.

-Come on, let’s cut the cake.

-Okay.

-Birthday girl!-No.

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No rules today.

Come on.

The cake is nice, isn’t it? Happy birthday, Isha.

How many times are you going to wish me? Poor boy! I can’t help it.

You’re my first love, after all.

I love you a lot.

I think of you all day long.

Please come back to me.

Please don’t say no, or I’ll kill myself, Isha.

Then go ahead.

Rohan, mom was talking about our marriage.

What’s the hurry? I’m not in a hurry, but you know my mom.

Mom wants to see me as a bride.

‘She got me fired and is having fun here.

’ 'Once you get out of here, I’ll teach you a lesson.

’ Excuse me.

Mom, I’ll be late.

Rohan and Payal have planneda surprise birthday party for me in the office.

Mom, I know you must be waiting for me.

I’m really sorry.

I’ll get done soon and come back to you.

Okay? And then both of uswill celebrate my birthday together.

Love you, Mom.

I love you so much.

Where is she? The number you are tryingto call is currently not reachable.

Isha? She’s not in the washroom either.

Where did she go? Isha? Where is she? She never does this? Hello.

I’m Girish Jain.

I welcome you to thisnew episode of Crime Alert.

Today, we’ll present toyou a shocking incident of Mumbai.

When the time andsituation are in his favor it becomes easy for acriminal to commit a crime.

And today’s episodeis about one such incident which shows the unsolved dilemmasof many complicated relations.

In these modern times, we spend most of our time out of home, for work.

We often come across many kinds of people.

And sometimes, we even get into arguments with them.

Just as Nanhe and Isha had an argument.

And when Isha exposed his misdeeds, Nanhe lost his job.

Nanhe wanted to exact revenge.

He was furious.

But a helpless mother wassurrounded by scary thoughts while waiting for herdaughter on her birthday.

But the question that arises is, where did Isha go? Did Nanhe plan a dangerousconspiracy against her while trying to get his revenge? Let’s find out.

Payal, where is Isha? Where is she? I can’t get through to her phone.

I thought she was in office.

So, I rushed here.

Is she in office? Ma'am.

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I tried calling her too, but it was switched off.

And she hasn’t come to office yet.

-Ma'am? Hello.

-Rohan.

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Isha is not to be found since yesterday.

Did you speak to her? No, ma'am.

Isha left sayingthat you were waiting for her at home.

Yes, I was, but she didn’t come.

I wonder where she is.

Okay, ma'am, I’ll go.

I have a meeting with a client.

-Payal, we’re late already.

-Yes, sir.

Ma'am, I’ll let you know ifI get to know anything about Isha.

Please let me know.

I’ll wait for your call.

Don’t worry.

We’ll find Isha.

-Let me know immediately.

-Sure.

Whatever you get to know.

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-Okay.

-Shall we? Inspector, my daughter hasn'tcome home since last night.

Her phone is switched off too.

-She never does this.

-Don’t worry, ma'am.

-She’ll be back.

-I’m scared, Inspector.

Please do something soon.

Ma'am, she must havegone with her friends.

Don’t worry.

Go and relax at home.

The kids these days are wise.

Don’t worry.

-Right, Tawde?-You’re right, sir.

-But listen to me.

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-Why do you worry, ma'am? Didn’t you hear what he just said? Anyway, we can file a missingreport only after 24 hours.

Go home and get rest.

Your daughter will be back.

Mom, I’ll be late.

Rohan and Payal have planneda surprise birthday party for me in the office.

Mom, I know you must be waiting for me.

I’m really sorry.

I’ll getdone soon and come back to you.

Okay? And then both of uswill celebrate my birthday together.

Love you, Mom.

-I love you.

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-I love you so much.

I love you, dear.

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I love you.

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I love you.

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Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! Oh, my God! Thank you so much! -Oh!-Don’t I look like you? My princess is all grown up!You look beautiful.

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-Have you worn my sari?-Yes, well.

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You look beautiful! Thank you so much for everything! -Okay, let’s dance then!-Dance? -Come on.

-No, you do it.

Hey, come on, Mom! You dance so well! But I.

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I’ll faint! I love you.

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I love you.

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Where are you, my child? Where are you? Where do I look for you? Where do I look for you? Yes, Ms.

Payal.

Record your statement.

Sir.

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It was Isha’s birthday.

So, we threw her a surprise party.

We had a lot of fun.

It was a birthday party, sir.

We were drinking alcohol.

I dropped Payal home, and Isha left alone.

It was around 2 a.

m.

, sir.

I told her I’d drop her, but she refused.

Sir, I don’t know where Isha went.

-Sir.

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Did you find out?-Hold on, ma'am.

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Sir.

Ma'am, we inquired with Isha’s friends.

We didn’t learn anything much from them.

I’m sure something’s wrong.

She was with them when she went missing.

They are lying.

They are trying to hide something.

Talk to them again, in detail.

Go.

Look, ma'am, don’t teach us our job.

We’ll let you know if we find your girl.

-But.

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-We’re very busy.

Please go home.

Where is Isha? What is she doing here? Did she find out? Ma'am is here? Will she stand here every day? I’m scared, Rohan.

I wonder what’s going to happen.

Tell me where Isha is.

Why do you ask me? Don’t youremember what happened that night? Stop your nonsense!This is all your fault.

Rohan, leave him.

What are you doing? We’ll all get intotrouble because of you two.

He started it.

I was just making youaware of the truth, got it? You.

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Guys, stop it! We’ll allget into trouble because of you two.

Message? Where is my Isha? Hello, Rohan.

What have you done? We’ll get into trouble because of you.

Since I’ve been seeing her, it’s affecting my business.

Of course.

She stands here all day long, every day.

I think we should tell her the truth.

What? You said we shouldn’t tell anyone.

-Payal is right.

-You shut up.

Rohan, please.

Instead of fighting, let’s find a solution.

Where are you going now? We’re often surrounded by different faces.

Whether they are ourfriends who work with us or our close ones who we trust blindly.

But we can’t imagine thatthis trust could also pose a death threat to us someday.

That’s why it’s veryimportant to stay alert.

But Isha wasn’t, and her carelessness became the reason behind her going missing.

Pressurizing someonewill break them eventually.

And a mother’s love is beyond everything.

Shilpa was helpless asher daughter went missing.

Because of which, she tried every day to find an answer behind her daughter goingmissing from her friends.

But she was left disappointed.

Were Isha’s friends responsiblefor her going missing? Now let’s see the resultof the helpless mother’s search for her missing daughter.

Ma'am, drink some water.

-Where is Isha?-We don’t know where she is.

But when she came to office that day.

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I swear to my mother, I’ll show you where you stand! After the party, we all went home.

I’m afraid that Nanhe.

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Do you have Nanhe'saddress or contact number? -Yes, I have his number.

-Give it to me.

98121421.

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Hello, who is it? Hello, am I speaking with Mr.

Nanhe? Yes, I’m Nanhe.

Who are you? I’m Shilpa.

If you’re offering me a loan, I don’t want it.

No, hear me out, Mr.

Nanhe.

Actually, our company does surveyson people with special services.

Like watchmen, drivers.

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For people like you.

And we talk to them abouthow their company treats them.

I see.

And we’ll also pay you Rs.

10, 000 for this survey.

Ma'am, I want to ask.

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Where should I come to meet you? Well, I’ll message my address to you.

Thank you.

Okay, ma'am, thank you.

Hello, ma'am.

You said it’s a company.

This looks like home.

Where is Isha? -Tell me where Isha is!-I don’t know.

I don’t know anyone by that name.

You don’t know? I know everything.

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Tell me, or else.

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Stop! Stay right there! Tell me! Look, Isha is my lifeline.

Tell me, where is she? -Tell me!-I didn’t do anything, ma'am.

-I didn’t do anything!-Then tell me! Where is she? Speak up! Put the knife down first.

I’ll tell you whatever I know.

Tell me! Hurry up! Where is Isha? I started following her on the sly, but then I saw.

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What did you see? What did you see! Sachin? What’s wrong now, Isha?There’s no one between us now.

Sachin, stay away from me.

Look, Sachin, I have no feelings for you.

Everything is over.

Don’t try to takeadvantage of the situation.

Please leave me.

-Isha, hear me out.

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-I don’t want to hear anything! Isha.

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You! Just shut up! And get lost! I don’t want to talk to anyone! Just leave me alone, for God’s sake! I swear to my mother, ma'am.

I know nothing other than this.

I left after that.

Ma'am.

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Where’s my daughter!Where’s my Isha! Tell me! -I don’t know, ma'am.

-Tell me where she is! -You know it, don’t you? Tell me!-Ma'am, I don’t know.

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-Ma'am.

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-Where is she! Calm down.

This is an office.

The clients are here.

Ask him.

She was with him, right? Tell me, where is she? Tell me! Ma'am, I’ll tell you.

Let’s go inside.

I’ll tell you.

Let’s go, Sachin.

Have a seat, ma'am.

Ma'am, please relax.

We’ll tell you the truth.

Ma'am, I’m much moreworried about Isha than you.

I loved her immensely, but these two hurt her.

You guys leave.

I’ll go to the washroom, okay? We’ll wait for you at the parking lot.

Okay.

You? What are you doing here? -Isha, I want to talk to you.

-But I don’t want to, Sachin.

-Isha, please.

-I said, I don’t want to talk.

-Just leave.

-Relax, Isha.

Someone might hear.

Here’s your birthday gift.

Leave me.

Are you crazy! Leave me! Take a look at it once.

I won’t come back if you don’t want me to.

Are you serious, Rohan?How can you do this? What can I do if I lost the money? You tell me.

I didn’t know India would lose.

You know about my gambling habit.

That was Isha’s money.

She saved it to buy a dreamhouse with you, and you spent it.

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But you’re my dream.

But you know I’m married.

This is our secret.

Isha, I knew about them.

But you wouldn’t believe me without proof.

Please don’t cry, Isha.

Please, control yourself.

Isha, what took you so long?’ How dare you! -What’s wrong, Isha?-Shut up! You cheated on me, Rohan? You both deceived me.

You.

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Mr.

Rohan.

I’ll drag you to court.

And you.

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Your husband shouldknow what you’re doing here.

-Isha, I.

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-Shut up.

Isha, hear me out.

I don’t want to hear anything.

-Listen to me.

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-Shut up! -Isha, you.

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-And you! Just shut up, or I’ll slap you! It’s not like you think, Isha.

Isha.

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Isha.

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Isha called you twoher best friends, right? And you two did this to her? Ma'am, I agree that I made a mistake.

That’s why I followed Isha to talk to her.

But she was furious.

She wanted to be alone.

She didn’t want to talk to me.

So, I left Sachin and her alone.

But after Payal left, Isha didn’t want to be with me either.

She left me and went alone.

Ma'am.

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We agree that we all made mistakes.

But we’re telling the truth, we don’t know where she is.

Ma'am.

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Ma'am, listen.

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We’re telling the truth.

As per Isha’s last call, her location was near her office.

This means.

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This means I’ll get a clue about Isha from around her office.

Mom! Mom, blue color looks nice on me, right? So, I’ve thought of wearingthis to my office on my birthday.

-How do I look?-You look like an angel.

Okay, Mom, I’m getting late.

Bye.

-Come home early.

-I will.

No.

This can’t happen.

Isha’s dress.

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No.

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Isha! Isha, my child! Blood.

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Wake up, my child.

Wake up.

Isha, please get up.

Isha, get up.

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We will find the murderer.

Inspector, whoever did this to my daughter should be punished severely.

Severely! This is a mother’s request to you! -Hello, sir.

-Hello.

-Sir.

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-Just check.

Tawde, bring him to the police station.

-Yes, sir.

-Go.

I didn’t do anything, sir.

Look, just confess your crime, or else.

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Sir.

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I’ll tell you everything.

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-I’ll tell you everything.

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-Speak up.

My battery is drained.

Ma'am, are you all right? Do you need a lift?This area isn’t safe for you.

I’m fine, please leave.

Don’t worry, I’m a taxi driver.

I live nearby.

I went to buy petrol for my cab.

-I told you.

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-Come, I’ll drop you in my cab.

I said, I’m fine.

My brother is coming to pick me.

Ma'am, you think I’m a thief? It’s okay.

But I’ll stayhere until your brother arrives.

Because this area isn’t safe for you.

-Listen.

-Yes, ma'am.

-Where is your taxi?-I live close by.

Just two kilometers away.

-Okay, let’s go.

-Come.

But I will charge Rs.

500.

-Fine.

-Hop on.

This.

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Where have you brought me? Why did you stop your bike? -What’s all this?-This isn’t petrol, it’s alcohol.

Here, take a sip.

Have fun.

-Stop misbehaving.

-I’m not misbehaving.

-I’m having fun.

Here, drink it.

-Get lost.

Where are you going? Stay here.

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-Stop!-Leave me! Help! -Stop!-Help! Stop! Help! Let me go! Please let me go!’ Come on! -I’ll get you arrested.

-Really? You’ll be behind the bars.

Let me go! Let me go! Don’t kill me! Let me go.

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Mom.

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Mom.

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I killed her and disposed her body nearby.

Finally, a mother’s lovefound her daughter’s body.

Or else, Isha would still remain missing.

And the culprit would be roaming scot-free looking for another victim.

Someone else killed Isha altogether.

Nandkishore.

When he saw she was alone he cunningly convincedher that he wished her well.

He used her for his lust.

He not just raped her, but also killed her brutally.

Isha’s friends were alsoresponsible for her death.

She trusted them completely, but they broke her trust.

Isha fell prey to thisdeadly attack because of them.

If her friends hadn'tleft her alone that night then Isha would have been alive.

Friends, in life, we meet many people.

But we must always stay alertthat if he trust every person then the result couldbe as deadly as Isha’s.

Trust only those people who deserve it.

With this, I Girish Jain, bid adieu to you on this episode of Crime Alert.

I’ll see you again toalert you of another crime.

Until then, be alert.

Be safe.

Crime Alert! A voice against crimes.

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