#Klabautermänner

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OHC Day Seventeen: Being is Believing

Does a Spaceship have a Klabautermann?

I say yes! Simply because it's cool. So, I'm going to give you some rambles on what I think the Klabautermänner of various spaceships are like, through the eyes of my OCs I have put on those ships - since my spacefaring OCs are almost all telepaths and thus would be able to percieve the Klabautermänner.

These blurbs do get a bit angsty at times...

Featuring:

The Enterprise (NX-01) from Star Trek: Enterprise + my OC Ezori

The Enterprise (NCC-1701-D) from Star Trek: The Next Generation + my OC K'Rala

The Voyager (NCC-74656) from Star Trek: Voyager + my OC Wren

The Orville (ECV-197) from The Orville and The Orville: New Horizons (aka honorary Star Trek; Star Trek: Orville, if you will) + my OC Raevyn

Enterprise, NX-01

"You're back early," Malcolm commented, looking at his watch and then at Trip. "Didn't you say something about a broken power conduit that would take you hours to fix?"

Malcolm and Ezori were sitting together in her quarters, where he was trying his best to learn sign language from her. They had made a habit of this a while ago. Ezori would learn signs from the intercom Hoshi and Trip had built for her and would then pass them on to Malcolm once she was sure with them. Trip would join them sometimes, but he preferred just letting Ezori into his mind over having to concentrate to learn sign - no matter how much other people tried to convince him that it was a good idea.

"Turns out it wasn't too bad," Trip shrugged. He settled down among the many pillows and blankets next to his friends. "Must've had a Klabautermann to help me."

Whereas Malcolm chuckled lightly, Ezori just tilted her head at him, a confused expression on her face.

"It's an old Earth superstition," Malcolm explained, "that—"

"It's not a superstition, it's true!" Trip protested. "A Klabautermann – traditionally – is a seafaring spirit that helps worthy sailors out on the seas. Some say it's a water spirit born from the ocean, others say it's an incarnation of the ship itself taht manifests when it's really loved and cared for. And, y'know, with space travel, people have been wonderin' if a spaceship can have a Klabautermann too. The Enterprise is a great ship, so I say she can."

Malcolm scoffed. "Either way, we'll never be able to see it, even if it were real, since humans can't see spirits," he concluded.

Ezori pressed her lips together and puffed her cheeks out a little, a clear tell that she was thinking.

Would I be able to see it? she finally asked.

Trip and Malcolm looked at each other with furrowed brows. Clearly, they had never thought about it this way before. Of course they hadn't, they hadn't talked to a lot of non-human people before going on this mission.

"Well, your eyes work the same as our eyes, don't they?" Malcolm asked slowly. "So, I guess not?"

"And you're blind!" Trip gasped, turning into soft laughter as he talked. "So, no, I don't think so. – Was that a trick question?"

With a frustrated little growl, Ezori reiterated: 'See' as in 'the way I make sure I don't walk into walls'. I don't know how to say that. Hot. Cold. Vibrations. Thoughts. Sound.

"Ah," both of her friends hummed, retreating into stumped silence.

"I guess maybe," Trip finally said. "I mean, what even are spirits? Are they thoughts? Are they on some kind of wavelength that we just can't perceive but you can?"

"Could T'Pol see them?" Malcolm wondered. "She's also a telepath isn't she, just not quite as... active of one."

Trip shrugged. "I guess if you see a ghost, you'll tell me, alright?"

Enterprise, NCC-1701-D

A lot of things had changed since that day on Vagra II. Everyone missed Tasha, it was true. It had hit K'Rala the hardest, losing they girlfriend to something they deemed as humiliating, a cruel display of power with no regard for life. But since then, they had bloomed in a way that Tasha would admire.

Encouraged by Tasha's last goodbye, K'Rala had started coming out of their Vulcan shell, allowing themselves to let loose little by little. It had started with changes to their posture, flashes of smiles and little jokes, as they started taking on the best (and sometimes worst) traits of the people around them. They really were getting more comfortable, experimenting with not only their social skills but also their appearance, cutting their hair and stopping to straighten it into those logical, geometric-looking shape, bleaching it white and letting it be its natural, wavy self.

There was one thing that worried Geordi though. Whenever K'Rala was working down in engineering, in any stressful situation, they would start talking to themselves, or to some other person that wasn't there. It was always on topic, as if there were a ghostly coworker beside them, an extra set of hands to make the necessary corrections fast enough, to carry out more tasks and save time. Sometimes, they even seemed to be talking to the ship herself, which... Well, it wasn't unusual. A lot of people did, little comments, pleas to hold on or not to fail them. But with K'Rala, it was different. Full-blown conversations, as if the ship were actually responding.

It made Geordi wonder if they could possibly be seeing a Klabautermann.

Voyager, NCC-75656

Wren lay in sickbay, staring up at the ceiling as they faded in and out of consciousness. Damned be their biology, incredibly resilient systems that were as hard to invade as they were to heal... But its one weakness had always been the mind.

Since there was no way to treat them, they had been confined to sickbay until further notice, and banned from shapeshifting. Lying around in their true form made them feel vulnerable in a way they truly despised. On top of that, having a tail truly didn't make lying on your back any more comfortable.

But the worst part of it all was that Wren thought they were starting to hallucinate. They had told the Doctor so, of course, but there was nothing to be done about it. Every now and again, a phantom would ghost through their field of view, a mirage of their heat-based vision, vaguely humanoid and child-like, wearing a tattered hood and a belt of tools.

Maybe they'd have to tell Tuvok about it soon. Maybe he would be able to knock that error out of their mind.

Orville, ECV-197

Raevyn wasn't an engineer. She knew nothing about machines and electronics except how to use and power them. But she came from a telepathically gifted culture and she knew better than to disrespect something with a name.

Gordon had told her once that what she was describing was, in human terms, a Klabautermann. A spirit that inhabited ships, in their understanding of folklore. But the Tehiko believed and knew that there was a spirit like that in every machine with a name. Ships were the most prominent example, of course, but they also named their weapons and their earpieces, as was only worthy of things so dear to them.

Of course, Raevyn could never actually admit that she was seeing a Klabautermann, that there was a ghostly little girl roaming the halls, wearing a headpiece like the Orville's rings. It would get her confined to sickbay for some kind of mental illness. But whenever she saw that spirit sitting on the handrail down in Engineering, watch John and the others work with childlike wonder, she couldn't help but smile. And when the ship had been boarded, when everything had seemed so dire, she knew this loyal spirit would see to it that the crew made it out alive.

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[elphilim]

>> In my world Elves, Alfs/Albs, Fairies/Faes, Pixies, Nymphs, Imps, Orcs, Goblins, Hobgoblins, Kobolds, Pucks, will-o'-wisps, Brownies, Gnomes, Klabautermänner etc. are all names for the same species. Some of these names are also the name of their different forms the Elves can switch into.

They are commonly referred to as their Elven form, Fae form, Fairy form and Pixie form. Each form varies in size: the Elven form is their regular form and size, while the Fairy form resembles their basic form only much smaller and with wings. The Pixie form is the smallest size and in this they have wings too. In their Pixie form, they can look like small light orbs, resembling fireflies. As a result, Elves in their Pixie form are often mistaken for fireflies, which is why they adopted this name for themselfs too.

In their Fairy form, they are between 5 to 10 cm, while in their Pixie form, they are about 0.5 to 1.2 cm tall. They can also shift to a hybrid form between these three, known as the Fae form, in which they usually range from 70 to 90 cm in height. <<

[schorschidk]

Von Legenden umrankt: Sagenumwobene Orte im echten Norden

Geschichten über Riesen, Klabautermänner, Seeräuber, Hexen und andere furchteinflößende Gestalten – der echte Norden bietet jede Menge Stoff für spannende Sagen und Legenden. Manche dieser Erzählungen wurden mündlich überliefert, andere in Schriftform. An nebligen Herbsttagen, wenn es draußen dunkel ist und drinnen Kerzen flackern, macht es besonders Spaß sich diesen Schauergeschichten zu widmen. Viele Schauplätze lassen sich tatsächlich besichtigen. Die Tourismus-Agentur Schleswig-Holstein hat einige Orte aufgelistet, die den Anschein erwecken etwas Geheimes zu verbergen.

[sadpurpleblood]

Wow, a detective game... never played one, but I have a good feeling about it! :D And I'm glad these asks were able to bring you some positive emotions, because you seem to be a cool fella :]

One piece may be long, but the little spirit guy appears in the episode 167, so I bet that lots of people know about them!

Do you... do you know any other mythological silly little guys by any chance? のwの

aww thank you!

thats very good news. never thought klabautermänner had this much exposure.

well! obviously youve got the fairly well known little guys like goblins, gnomes, dwarves and such.

kobolds are a lot of fun too though! in traditional german folklore, theyre a lot like the klabautermänner, though instead of on sea, they lurk in your house! and while im not an expert on them, from what i know the spanish duendes are pretty similar to that!

a lot of cultures seem to have little morally ambiguous spirit men that live in houses. and i think that makes a lot of sense! mythological creatures seem to pop up every time something seemingly unexplainable happens, and a lot of weird stuff can happen at home!

[stereden]

(Art by the amazing Imagination P. Tier, who has been filling my discord server with awesome Klabautermänner and who I will tag as soon as they give me their tumblr handle :P)

Written for the In memoriam: Portgas D. Ace Event organised by the awesome @in-memoriam-one-piece​ ! And it’s definitely part of the second category, aka DENIAL LAND.

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Oh, seht ihn an, oh, seht ihn an: Dort zeigt sich der Klabautermann! Doch wenn der letzte Mast auch bricht, wir fürchten uns nicht!

(Oh look at him, oh look at him: There comes the Klabautermann ! But even if the last mast breaks, we are not afraid!)

(Das kann doch einen Seemann nicht erschüttern!)

Spadille is seething as she sails herself to Marineford, her crew preparing for war inside her.

Most of her crew. Not all of them, and that's why she's fucking furious .

King has only been away for a couple of days, and that's because they infiltrated the place to preemptively get rid of as many opponents as they can, which is a good thing but doesn't make Spadille any less antsy about their whereabouts because it's King and they can find trouble in a paper bag most days, but at least she knows they're there of their own volition, and that they should be mostly okay. Plus they're getting a headstart on their crew's vengeance, which she might be slightly jealous about. Might.

(Fuck her captain’s captain for having to be logical and pointing out that she needed to be recoated before she could get back to Paradise. As soon as they get their captain back, she's dragging Six to the closest coater and they're both going to learn how to do it themselves.)

Anyway, she's not too worried about King, but they're not the only one missing from her deck of cards, and her captain's situation is the reason they're fucking heading to war in the first place.

It's not that she's not used to not having her captain on board every single day, because ever since that captain-stealing Old Hag had gotten her sails on her captain, Spadille has had to share him, which she will never be happy about, because he was hers first damn it, but at least she had gotten him back, which hadn't been a certainty for those first hundred days or so. Even if the really fucking tall captain had decided that her captain was one of his kids now, and the Old Hag had decided that it meant that her captain was now her grandkid , which, what the hell, and from then on Ace had alternated between the Old Hag and Spadille, depending on when the Second Division was patrolling and when they were hanging out with the main group.

At least no one had tried to say that her captain should just take over the previous division head's flag ship, or she might have sunk all of those assholes in retaliation.

But at least he had still been there, even if not always on her deck, but then that fucking backstabber had killed the Fourth Division Commander that had been her captain's best friend, and Spadille had been all riled up to go and sink him, because Thatch had been her captain's best friend and Spadille actually tolerated the Cuisine and as such had been offended on her behalf for the way her captain had been killed, but then her fireboy had to go and be fucking stupid and had left alone . On that little skiff of his that wasn't even truly alive yet because it was too young, too inexperienced to be able to back him up, and Spadille had been furious when she had realised he was gone, and even more furious when her captain's captain had stopped them from following him.

This is the last fucking time she's letting anyone other than her captain order her and hers around, because if they had listened to her they wouldn't be in this clusterfuck to start with!

The backstabbing landlubber undeserving of the pirate name had somehow gotten the better of her captain, had fucking destroyed the Striker, destroyed it before it could truly become, and now they're sailing to war because some soon to be dead and drowned marines had decided to execute her captain for some really shitty reasons.

Really, who the fuck blames the ship for the shipwright's actions? What kind of bullshit is that ?

Basically, Spadille is fucking furious and she's going to fucking sink whoever tries to stop her from saving her captain.

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So, today I went to watch Film Red at the cinema and it was amazing and I loved it and here is why I loved it! Yes, I read some reviews, some that liked it, some that hated it, and I was going in expecting it not to be as good as it was in the end.

1. Uta (and Shanks)

Some people don't like her. I get it. What I read before watching the movie made me dislike her too but I didn't want to have an opinion without watching the movie. People say it doesn't make sense that Uta exist. Why? Because Shanks had her on his ship and wouldn't take Luffy. I also read that people thought she was childish and a brat.

Honestly, of course she is a "brat". She mentally wasn't able to grow up. Not at all. She basically witnessed the death of a whole kingdom. People were probably still screaming from being burned alive as she ran to get to Shanks. Add the trauma of being abandoned and the feelings of betrayal... She only had Gordon after that and having only one person to grow up with doesn't really give place to mature and grow as a person especially as traumatized as she was. Also, Shanks would never take Luffy because Luffy is Garps grandson. What do you think would have happened if Shanks had taken Luffy with him? He would have gotten the Marine on his back to the extreme. And from that one filmstill of Shanks seeing Rayleighs and Gol D. Rogers we see we can assume that Shanks was found himself just like Uta and Shanks in a way wanted to give back by taking on a child himself.

Uta never had the chance to see the world, meet other peopele and from what we know she barely recognized the tenryuubito. Yeah, she did in the end, but she didn't care, because she was so detached from reality. And what is someone who never grows up? Naive. So of course her behaviour screams out naivete.

2. Klabautermann

I honestly believe what we saw of Merry and what we saw in Film Red isn't the rest of what Oda has planned regarding Klabautermänner. Especially after seeing this incredibly cute personification of the Sunny.

3. Utas heritage (Manga spoiler ahead)

Who is up-to-date with the Manga or at least has seen the end of the Wano arc knows about Lunarians. What I think? After seeing Utas design with the wings? Utas half white hair? Why she was able to sing the runes? Why she is so powerful? (Because honestly she could take over the world.) Uta is half Lunarian. We know Oda was more involved in this movie than the others. And as a designer/artist myself and knowing Oda designed her himself it's safe to assume he didn't do anything without reason. He delibirately designed Uta the way he did. Maybe I'm wrong but it's a theory I can confidently believe in.

4. Tot Musica

Probably an ancient weapon (or an attempt of one, a prototype maybe?). In the newest chapter we saw something in regards to the ancient civilization that ruled during the Void Century. When the Strawhats and the others were in the library as Robin read what was written on the ceiling the guardians that popped up to fight and protect looked very similar to what we saw at the end of the newest chapter. And Uta *sang the ancient runes.* What's up with that?

5. Utas death

She consciously chose death. She didn't want to live feeling the heavy, heavy guilt of what she's done. I honestly don't think I could have lived like this too. Because she is responsible for the death of a whole nation and of trapping so many people in her dream world. What she did came out of a place of desperation to be happy. She is an incredibly tragic character. Shanks understood that hence his smile. He could have yelled at her but he didn't. Because he us an incredibly empathetic man who didn't deserve to watch his child die. But he did. He stayed with her through it all. God, what a Chad. I fell in love all over again with him and overall with One Piece.

But somehow I'm glad she died by saving them, even if she was the initial cause.

So, yeah... My thoughts on Film Red.

[konfuse-scribbles]

So, artsummary for 2020... I'm a bit early but I don't think there is much more I'll draw this year... what can say? #OnePiece and #OCs where my themes this year.

Jan: FRobin kissing because that is a good start into the year 

Feb: One of the Sketches requested to fill my sketchbook. I chose Fujitora. the rest is here 

Mar: I decided to draw the Klabautermänner who live on Sunny. still like this drawing a lot

Apr: Avatar for the Water Seven Zine and later the women Wanted Zine. 

May: I tried to become the artist for Tsuru in the Women!Wanted Zine... fun fact: I only get in Zines if I’m part of the team and even then there is no guarantee. XDDD 

Jun: Bones asked for these two. cute stuff. Bora and Pratox are always fun to draw. 

Jul: A drawing for a little project over at the Zotash Discord. 

Aug: Trying to draw on black watercolour paper. Fun stuff. 

Sep: A whole month of little OC drawings. Find the rest here

Oct: OC-Tober or CreaTober. Lots of fun. This drawing is still one of my favorite. 

Nov: Idra is a half-orc OC from a friend. 

Dec: Don’t forget to get your copy of the Water Seven Zine! 

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[derzaungast]

Geschichten die das Leben schrieb: DLF, russophobe grüne Hysterie und Pepe Escobar

Auf dem Heimweg von der Arbeit zögere ich kurz, ob ich das Autoradio anschalten soll (DLF ist voreingestellt), beschließe dann aber in einer Mischung aus masochistischer Erwartungshaltung und Antizipation weiterer unfreiwillig humoristischer Russophobie, mal reinzuhören. Ich könnte auch einfach einen anderen Sender einstellen und zum Beispiel unverfängliche Klassik auf WDR3 hören, aber manchmal brauche ich auch die zwiespältige „Unterhaltung“, die mir der propagandistische Geifer des „Imperiums der Lügen“ beschert. Außerdem will ich mir ja nicht nachsagen lassen, ich würde mich nur einseitig informieren - folglich muß ich auch ab und zu in die Medien der Dunklen Seite reinschauen.

Ich habe richtig antizipiert und komme diesmal schnell auf meine Kosten. Gerade eben beginnt ein Radio-Feature wie es sich der russophobste NATO-Fanboy nicht besser hätte ausdenken können: „Kampf gegen Putin – Russische Oppositionelle und die Pläne für einen Machtwechsel“.

Tatsächlich SIND es die russophobsten und bellizistischsten NATO-Fanboys und -girls, die man sich hierzulande vorstellen kann, über die hier berichtet wird: Ralf Füchs und MarieLuise Beck und ihr „Zentrum Liberale Moderne“, das (wie es der Sprecher tut) Think-Tank zu nennen arg schmeichelhaft ist für eine Staatsgeld-Abgreif-Klitsche, deren einziger Existenzzweck in der Verbreitung einer Art modernisierter Ideologie vom Russen als dem elementar und ursprünglich Bösen besteht.

Jedenfalls haben diese Klabautermänner*innen des NATO-Geisterschiffes kürzlich in Berlin eine Tagung veranstaltet, die sich ausschließlich dem Regime Change in Russland widmete. Zu diesem hehren Zweck hatte man etliche russische „Oppositionelle“ eingeladen, also Leute, die die NATO-Absicht teilen, dass nur ein Russland ohne Putin ein gutes Russland sei.

Es wird eine Weile herumgerätselt, ob die westlichen Sanktionen das Zeug haben, „Putins Unterstützer“ in den Kreisen der russischen Unternehmerschaft (die dort natürlich „Oligarchie“ heißt) so massiv um Einkünfte und Vermögen zu bringen, dass sie eventuell zu Putin-Gegnern werden; weiterhin wird ins Blaue hinein spekuliert, wie es anzustellen wäre, den Präsidenten zu stürzen; das demente US-Pendant wird lobend erwähnt wegen seiner „klaren Worte“ („ For gods sake, this man cannot remain in power“) über den russischen Gegenpart usw.

Die Tatsache, dass Exponenten der politischen Klasse Deutschlands ganz offiziell einen Kongreß veranstalten, indem nicht das Für und Wider, sondern ausschließlich das Wie und Wann eines Umsturzes, Putsches, Staatsstreiches in Russland erörtert wird, fällt weder den Ausrichtern (denen schon gleich nicht) noch den Journalisten des DLF auf, die Inhalt und Zweck der Tagung teilen. Man redet bzw. berichtet über die Umsturzoptionen wie über verschiedene Wege, ein Menü zuzubereiten - die Mahlzeit selbst steht außer Frage.

Der schiere Aberwitz, die Absurdität dieser ideologischen Kläffer amüsiert mich immer mehr; sie gleichen Kötern, die zu blöd sind um zu merken, dass sie gegen den Wind pissen und sich anschließend wundern, warum ihnen ihr eigener Urin ins Gesicht weht. Allerdings sind selbst Hunde nicht so dumm wie die grünen Bellizisten und die Handvoll russischer Liberaler, die das Ehepaar Füchs/Beck als Kronzeugen einer „Opposition“ gegen Putin nach Berlin geladen haben. (Dabei ist unbestritten, dass es eine Opposition gibt in der Russischen Förderation; allerdings unterstützt auch die Opposition, die diesen Namen verdient - namentlich die kommunistischen Parteien, voran die KPRF - den Militäreinsatz zur Demilitarisierung und Entnazifizierung der Ukraine.)

Mein Vergnügen an der Selbstentblößung der hysterischen Russlandhasser aus dem Füchs/Beck-Umfeld steigert sich noch, als der Sprecher als Conclusio verliest, dass der ganze Zinnober vorerst ziemlich folgenlos geblieben wäre, denn „Putin sitzt ziemlich fest im Sattel“.

Mittlerweile fühle ich mich an absurdes Theater erinnert und an das, was Pepe Escobar und andere nicht-eingebette Analysten und Autoren schreiben: dass der kollektive Westen vielleicht den Informationskrieg gewinnen mag, nicht aber die wirkliche Auseinandersetzung zwischen der kollabierenden US/NATO-dominierten Weltordnung und der neuen, jetzt entstehenden multipolaren Weltordnung mit China, Russland, Indien plus dem gesamten globalen Süden, also drei Vierteln der Erdbevölkerung.

Die virtuelle Realität, die die westlichen Politiker, Medien, Think-Tanks und Strategen sich und ihrem Publikum vorerzählen, ist eine selbst-referentielle Filterblase, die spätestens mit dem Ende der Dollar-Vorherrschaft platzt. Passend dazu stoße ich, kaum zuhause angekommen, auf einen aktuellen Beitrag des schlauen brasilianischen Experten für geopolitische Fragen:

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Die neue, ressourcenbasierte Weltreservewährung

(von Pepe Escobar, Erschienen auf SCF)

Eine neue Realität entsteht: Die unipolare Welt gehört unwiderruflich der Vergangenheit an, eine multipolare nimmt Gestalt an

Es war ein beeindruckender Anblick. Dmitri Medwedew, ehemaliger russischer Präsident, reueloser Atlantiker und derzeitiger stellvertretender Vorsitzender des russischen Sicherheitsrates, entschied sich für eine völlig unkonventionelle Äußerung, die dem Kampfstil von Herrn Khinzal in nichts nachstand und in ganz NATO-Stan für spürbares Entsetzen und Erstaunen sorgte.

Medwedew sagte, die "höllischen" westlichen Sanktionen hätten Russland nicht nur nicht lahmgelegt, sondern kämen stattdessen "wie ein Bumerang in den Westen zurück". Das Vertrauen in die Reservewährungen schwinde "wie der Morgennebel", und die Abkehr von US-Dollar und Euro sei nicht mehr unrealistisch: "Die Ära der Regionalwährungen wird kommen".

Schließlich, so fügte er hinzu, "werden sie, ob sie wollen oder nicht, eine neue Finanzordnung aushandeln müssen (...) Und die entscheidende Stimme wird dann bei den Ländern liegen, die eine starke und fortschrittliche Wirtschaft, gesunde öffentliche Finanzen und ein zuverlässiges Währungssystem haben.

Medwedew gab seine prägnante Analyse noch vor dem "D-Day" weiter - wie die von Präsident Putin festgelegte Frist an diesem Donnerstag, nach der Zahlungen für russisches Gas von "unfreundlichen Nationen" nur noch in Rubel akzeptiert werden sollen.

Die G7 hatten vorhersehbar eine (kollektive) Pose eingenommen: Wir werden nicht zahlen. Mit "wir" sind die 4 Länder gemeint, die keine großen russischen Gasimporteure sind. "Wir", das ist das Lügenimperium, das die Regeln diktiert. Die drei Länder, die in arge Bedrängnis geraten werden, sind nicht nur große Importeure, sondern auch Verlierer des Zweiten Weltkriegs - Deutschland, Italien und Japan, die de facto immer noch besetzte Gebiete sind. Die Geschichte hat die Angewohnheit, perverse Streiche zu spielen.

Die Leugnung hielt nicht lange an. Deutschland war das erste Land, das zerbrach - noch bevor Industrielle von der Ruhr bis nach Bayern eine Massenrevolte inszenierten. Scholz, der mickrige Kanzler, rief Putin an, der ihm das Offensichtliche erklären musste: Die Zahlungen werden in Rubel umgerechnet, weil die EU die russischen Devisenreserven eingefroren hat - ein krasser Verstoß gegen das Völkerrecht.

Mit taoistischer Geduld äußerte Putin auch die Hoffnung, dass dies keine Verschlechterung der Vertragsbedingungen für die europäischen Importeure bedeuten würde. Russische und deutsche Experten sollten sich zusammensetzen und die neuen Bedingungen besprechen.

Moskau arbeitet an einer Reihe von Dokumenten, die das neue Abkommen definieren. Im Wesentlichen heißt es darin: keine Rubel, kein Gas. Verträge werden null und nichtig, wenn man das Vertrauen missbraucht. Die USA und die EU haben mit einseitigen Sanktionen rechtlich bindende Vereinbarungen gebrochen und obendrein die Devisenreserven eines - atomaren - G20-Landes beschlagnahmt.

Durch die einseitigen Sanktionen sind Dollar und Euro für Russland wertlos geworden. Mit Hysterie ist es nicht getan: Die Angelegenheit wird gelöst werden - aber zu Russlands Bedingungen. Punkt. Das Außenministerium hatte bereits davor gewarnt, dass die Weigerung, das Gas in Rubel zu bezahlen, zu einer ernsten globalen Krise mit Zahlungsausfällen und einer Reihe von Insolvenzen auf globaler Ebene führen würde, zu einer höllischen Kettenreaktion von blockierten Transaktionen, dem Einfrieren von Sicherheiten und der Schließung von Kreditlinien.

Was als nächstes passieren wird, ist teilweise vorhersehbar. Die EU-Unternehmen werden das neue Regelwerk erhalten. Sie werden Zeit haben, die Dokumente zu prüfen und eine Entscheidung zu treffen. Diejenigen, die "Nein" sagen, werden automatisch von direkten russischen Gaslieferungen ausgeschlossen - einschließlich aller politisch-wirtschaftlichen Konsequenzen.

Natürlich wird es einige Kompromisse geben. So werden einige EU-Länder akzeptieren, Rubel zu verwenden und ihre Gaseinkäufe zu erhöhen, damit sie den Überschuss an ihre Nachbarn weiterverkaufen und einen Gewinn erzielen können. Und einige werden vielleicht auch beschließen, Gas an den Energiebörsen zu kaufen.

Russland stellt also niemandem ein Ultimatum. Die ganze Sache wird Zeit brauchen - ein schleichender Prozess. Auch mit einigen Nebenschauplätzen. Die Duma erwägt die Ausweitung der Zahlung in Rubel auf andere wichtige Produkte - wie Öl, Metalle, Holz, Weizen. Das wird von der kollektiven Unersättlichkeit der EU-Chihuahuas abhängen. Jeder weiß, dass ihre ununterbrochene Hysterie zu einer kolossalen Unterbrechung der Lieferketten im Westen führen kann.

Bye bye Oligarchen

Während die atlantischen herrschenden Klassen völlig durchgedreht sind, aber immer noch darauf bedacht sind, bis zum letzten Europäer zu kämpfen, um jeden verbleibenden, greifbaren Reichtum der EU abzuschöpfen, bleibt Russland gelassen. Moskau war sogar recht nachsichtig und drohte damit, im Frühjahr kein Gas mehr zu liefern, stattdessen aber im Winter.

Die russische Zentralbank hat die Deviseneinnahmen aller großen Exporteure verstaatlicht. Es gab keinen Zahlungsausfall. Der Rubel steigt weiter - und ist jetzt wieder ungefähr auf dem gleichen Stand wie vor der Operation Z. Russland ist nach wie vor Selbstversorger, was Lebensmittel angeht. Die amerikanische Hysterie über das "isolierte" Russland ist lächerlich. Alle wichtigen Akteure in Eurasien - ganz zu schweigen von den anderen vier BRICS-Staaten und praktisch dem gesamten globalen Süden - haben Russland nicht verteufelt und/oder mit Sanktionen belegt.

Als zusätzlicher Bonus ist der wohl letzte einflussreiche Oligarch in Moskau, Anatoli Tschubais, verschwunden. Nennen Sie es einen weiteren bedeutsamen historischen Trick: Die westliche Sanktionshysterie hat die russische Oligarchie - Putins Lieblingsprojekt seit 2000 - de facto zerlegt. Das bedeutet die Stärkung des russischen Staates und die Konsolidierung der russischen Gesellschaft.

Noch liegen nicht alle Fakten vor, aber man kann davon ausgehen, dass sich Putin nach jahrelanger sorgfältiger Abwägung dazu entschlossen hat, wirklich aufs Ganze zu gehen und dem Westen das Genick zu brechen - wobei er diese Dreierkonstellation (bevorstehender Blitzkrieg im Donbass, US-Biowaffenlabors, ukrainische Arbeiten an Atomwaffen) als casus belli nutzte.

Das Einfrieren der Devisenreserven musste vorhersehbar sein, vor allem weil die russische Zentralbank ihre Reserven an US-Staatsanleihen seit November letzten Jahres aufgestockt hat. Außerdem besteht die ernsthafte Möglichkeit, dass Moskau auf "geheime" Offshore-Devisenreserven zugreifen kann - eine komplexe Matrix, die mit Hilfe chinesischer Insider aufgebaut wurde.

Die plötzliche Umstellung von Dollar/Euro auf Rubel war knallhartes geoökonomisches Judo auf olympischem Niveau. Putin verleitete den kollektiven Westen dazu, seine wahnwitzige Hysterie als Sanktionsangriff zu entfesseln - und wendete sie mit einem einzigen, schnellen Schachzug gegen den Gegner.

Und nun versuchen wir alle, die vielen synchronen, spielverändernden Entwicklungen zu verarbeiten, die auf die Bewaffnung mit Dollarwerten folgen: der Rupien-Rubel mit Indien, der saudische Petroyuan, die von russischen Banken ausgegebenen Mir-UnionPay-Karten, die russisch-iranische SWIFT-Alternative, das EAEU-China-Projekt eines unabhängigen Währungs-/Finanzsystems.

Ganz zu schweigen von dem großen Coup der russischen Zentralbank, 1 Gramm Gold an 5.000 Rubel zu koppeln, die bereits bei 60 Dollar liegen, Tendenz steigend.

In Verbindung mit No Rubles No Gas haben wir es hier mit einer de facto an Gold gekoppelten Energie zu tun. Die Chihuahuas in der EU und die japanische Kolonie müssen eine Menge Rubel in Gold kaufen oder eine Menge Gold kaufen, um ihr Gas zu bekommen. Und es kommt noch besser. Russland könnte den Rubel in naher Zukunft wieder an Gold koppeln. Er könnte auf 2.000 Rubel, 1.000 Rubel oder sogar 500 Rubel für ein Gramm Gold steigen.

Zeit, souverän zu sein

Der Heilige Gral in den sich entwickelnden Diskussionen über eine multipolare Welt war seit den BRICS-Gipfeln in den 2000er Jahren, an denen Putin, Hu Jintao und Lula teilnahmen, immer die Frage, wie die Dollar-Hegemonie umgangen werden kann. Die Lösung liegt nun vor den Augen des gesamten globalen Südens, als gutartige Erscheinung mit dem Lächeln einer Grinsekatze: der goldene Rubel, oder Rubel, der durch Öl, Gas, Mineralien und Rohstoffexporte gestützt wird.

Die russische Zentralbank praktiziert im Gegensatz zur Fed kein QE und exportiert keine toxische Inflation in den Rest des Planeten. Die russische Marine sichert nicht nur alle russischen Seelinien, sondern russische Atom-U-Boote sind in der Lage, überall auf dem Planeten unangekündigt aufzutauchen.

Russland ist bei der Umsetzung des Konzepts der "kontinentalen Seemacht" bereits weit, weit voraus. Im Dezember 2015 kam es im syrischen Kriegsgebiet zu einem strategischen Umbruch. Die im Schwarzen Meer stationierte U-Boot-Division 4 ist der Star der Show.

Russische Marineflotten können nun Kalibr-Raketen in einem Raum einsetzen, der Osteuropa, Westasien und Zentralasien umfasst. Das Kaspische Meer und das Schwarze Meer, die durch den Don-Wolga-Kanal miteinander verbunden sind, bieten einen Manövrierraum, der mit dem östlichen Mittelmeer und dem Persischen Golf zusammengenommen vergleichbar ist. 6.000 km lang. Und man braucht nicht einmal Zugang zu warmen Gewässern.

Das deckt rund 30 Nationen ab: die traditionelle russische Einflusssphäre, die historischen Grenzen des russischen Reiches und die aktuellen politischen und energiewirtschaftlichen Rivalitäten.

Kein Wunder, dass der Beltway durchdreht.

Russland garantiert die Schifffahrt durch Asien, die Arktis und Europa, in Verbindung mit dem eurasischen Eisenbahnnetz BRI.

Und zu guter Letzt: Legen Sie sich nicht mit einem Atombären an.

Das ist es, worum es in der Machtpolitik des harten Kerns geht. Medwedew hat nicht geprahlt, als er sagte, die Ära einer einheitlichen Reservewährung sei vorbei. Das Aufkommen einer ressourcenbasierten globalen Reservewährung bedeutet, kurz gesagt, dass 13 % des Planeten die anderen 87 % nicht mehr beherrschen werden.

Es ist eine Neuauflage von NATOstan vs. Eurasien. Kalter Krieg 2.0, 3.0, 4.0 und sogar 5.0. Es spielt keine Rolle. Alle früheren Nationen der Blockfreien Bewegung (NAM) erkennen, aus welcher Richtung die geopolitischen und geoökonomischen Winde wehen: Die Zeit, ihre wirkliche Souveränität zu behaupten, ist gekommen, während die "regelbasierte internationale Ordnung" ins Gras beißt.

Willkommen in der Geburtsstunde des neuen Weltsystems. Außenminister Sergej Lawrow hätte es in China nach einem Treffen mit mehreren Amtskollegen aus ganz Eurasien nicht besser ausdrücken können:

"Es entsteht eine neue Realität: Die unipolare Welt gehört unwiderruflich der Vergangenheit an, eine multipolare Welt nimmt Gestalt an. Das ist ein objektiver Prozess. Er ist unaufhaltsam. In dieser Realität wird mehr als eine Macht "regieren" - es wird notwendig sein, zwischen allen Schlüsselstaaten zu verhandeln, die heute einen entscheidenden Einfluss auf die Weltwirtschaft und -politik haben. Gleichzeitig sorgen diese Länder, die sich ihrer besonderen Situation bewusst sind, für die Einhaltung der Grundprinzipien der UN-Charta, einschließlich des grundlegenden Prinzips der souveränen Gleichheit der Staaten. Niemand auf dieser Erde sollte als unbedeutender Akteur betrachtet werden. Alle sind gleich und souverän."

[wingcommanderde]

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[auxiliarydetective]

So, the Aurelia fic is finally done and you can find the full fic here!

After that darker story, I decided to go the completely opposite direction and write some tooth-rotting fluff for my baby Lily! So, here's her first meeting with Sanji!

Anything Fun

“No cause for alarm, folks,” the waiter said in a sharp tone, hand in one pocket as he crossed the dining room. “Please, enjoy your meals.”

He finally stopped at the table of Luffy and his friends, placing the plate of buns he had brought in front of them.

“Hi! Welcome to our shitty restaurant, where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food,” he hissed, meanwhile looking bored out of his mind. “My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?”

“One of everything, please,” Luffy replied, already stuffing his face with the buns.

“Any drinks? One of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

“Giving us the hard sell, huh?” Nami sneered.

But when Sanji looked at her, his demeanor suddenly changed. A smug smile was plastered on his face and the aggressive tone from his voice was gone.

“Apologies, madam, I didn’t see you there. Would you care for an apéritif to start?”

Nami just blinked in confusion and her companions were none the wiser. Was he… flirting with her?

“We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps you’d like a glass of Umeshu? You know, somethin’ sweet for someone sweet,” he suggested with a wink.

Oh, he was flirting with her, wasn’t he?

“Something wrong with your eye?” Nami asked, lacking a better comeback.

“Just blinded by your beauty.”

Luckily, Zoro was unwilling to put up with any more of this tomfoolery, and he cleared his throat to get the waiter’s attention.

“Waiter, can I get a beer and something for my friends?”

“Two beers,” Usopp joined in. “I usually have three but—”

“And a milk!” Luffy interrupted.

“Three beers and a milk and, uh, for madam?”

“Water – and listen, we’re still waiting for one more person, so if you could—”

“Really?” A familiar voice called, making Sanji jump.

Lily had just appeared next to him, and she was probably too small for him to spot as even her tall ears didn’t even reach up to his shoulders.

“I thought it was just us,” she grinned, her tail wagging happily from side to side.

“It is just us,” Zoro grumbled, just before being completely caught off guard by Lily hopping into his lap to climb across the bench behind the table, nearly hitting him in the face with her tail multiple times. In fact, he almost had to sneeze from how close the fuzzy hairs were to his nose.

“What took you so long?” Usopp asked as she settled down between him and Nami. “I was already worried you’d fallen into the sea.”

“Oh, I almost did. – One of the ships here has a fox for a figurehead, can you believe it?”

“Did you talk to it?” Luffy blurted out.

Lily just scoffed. “I’m not actually an animal. Besides, figureheads can’t talk. Only Klabautermänner can.”

“Lily,” Nami said softly, tapping her on the shoulder, “do you wanna order something to drink?”

“Yeah!” Lily agreed, turning around to look at Sanji, who, much to the pirates’ surprise, had changed his demeanor yet again.

“And what would the young lady like?” He asked with a gentle smile. “Maybe some hot chocolate?”

Immediately, Lily gasped in excitement. But Usopp cut her off.

“No– no, she can’t have that.”

“Why not?!” Lily protested.

“Because it’ll kill you.”

“Oh bother,” she grumbled, pulling her legs up to her chest and pouting.

“So, you have special dietary needs?” Sanji asked, still smiling and still talking to Lily instead of Usopp. “What is it that you can’t have?“

“Anything fun.”

“Basically anything dogs can’t have,” Zoro mumbled.

“More or less,” Usopp agreed. “Grapes and raisins, chocolate, macadamias, walnuts, tomatoes, dairy, onions, garlic… Well, and caffeine and alcohol, but she’s too young to have those anyway.”

“Anything fun, huh?” Sanji chuckled. “Well, then I have something for you,” he said, lowering himself to Lily’s eye level. “What if I could make you hot chocolate that’s completely safe for you to drink?”

As soon as he had finished talking, Lily’s eyes lit up with sparkles – and it almost seemed like the air around her was sparkling too. “Really?!”

“Yeah! Just give me a few minutes. It’ll be good, I promise. Does that sound nice?”

Lily nodded eagerly. So, Sanji’s smile grew even wider and he headed off to the kitchen.

“What a creep,” Nami mumbled.

“He’s not creepy!” Lily disagreed. “He’s nice! Look at him going through all that trouble for me.”

“Lily, I am so glad that you’re too young to understand.” Nami gently ran her fingers through Lily’s hair, then over her ears, causing her to quietly purr. “You’re right, he’s nice to you.”

“And he’s a great fighter!” Luffy added. “What a great guy!”

“That’s your criteria?” Usopp questioned. “He gives you food and he can fight?”

“Yeah!”

“And that’s new how exactly?” Zoro commented.

A few minutes later, Sanji returned with a tray of drinks, serving Nami first, then the boys…

“And finally, for our little princess.”

He placed a mug in front of her with a bright smile on his face. The mug itself was ornate and what was inside it looked exactly like hot chocolate. It smelled almost the same, too! Sitting atop the foam was a little, foamy figure of a fennec fox.

“Soy milk, a dash of vanilla, and vegan marshmallows. And the chocolate is made using a special fruit that grows on an island in the Grand Line. It tastes just the same but without the toxins that make chocolate poisonous to some people. They call it the chocolate fruit because of that.”

“Wow!” Lily gasped. “The Grand Line really is a great place, huh?”

“Yeah!” Luffy agreed. “And we’re going there!”

“Maybe you can find the fruit yourself then, huh?” Sanji grinned. “Try it, it’s good. But be careful not to burn yourself, alright?”

Lily nodded and quickly took a sip of the hot chocolate. Immediately, her eyes lit up again.

“It’s perfect!”

“I’m glad.”

“Thank you, sir!”

Sanji laughed. “No honorifics, please, just Sanji is fine. – Enjoy your drinks!”

With that, he was off to the kitchen again, but he threw Lily a kind glance over his shoulder on his way back multiple times.

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[andrekarrer]

Buenos Aires: ...verspätet kam ich mit dem Bus in der Hauptstadt an, verweilte den Abend in meinem Hostel und bestritt dort zugleich das anstehende Ping Pong Turnier. Ob ich gewonnen habe? Nein, ein zwischendurch verloren gegangenes Gefühl, aber den Titelverteidiger und neuerlichen Champion konnte ich nicht bezwingen. Am nächsten Tag stand Sightseeing auf dem Programm, dabei konnte ich mich gleich bestens mit dem vorbildlichen öffentlichen Verkehrsmitteln anfreunden. Ich konnte es zwar kaum fassen aber die Busse fuhren zuverlässig im 5 Minuten Takt und die Metro war ein im vergleich zu Tokio, New York oder Chicago mit abstand die herausragendste. Am Abend nahm ich an einem Empanada-Kurs mit anschliessendem essen a discrétion teil. Zwischendurch musste ich zwar einmalig etwas intervenieren da für meinen Geschmack zu viele Gemüse-Empanadas gebacken wurden. Kurz bevor es den anderen Gästen und mir die Bäuche verjagte, beendeten wir die Nahrungsaufnahme sowohl als auch den Abend. Der nächste eröffnete mir die Gelegenheit an einer Walking Tour durch das Zentrum der Stadt teilzunehmen. Die gut dreistündige an Informationen nicht geizende Erfahrung war toll, hauptsächlich lernte ich viel über die Geschichte des Landes, die Bauwerke des Zentrums und etwas zu viel über die herrschenden Missstände in der Politik. Das Nachtleben hatten wir am selben Tag zu fünft auf die Probe gestellt, die trinkfeste Truppe bestand aus einem Chilenen, einem Deutschen, zwei Iren und mir. Es begann alles mit der Anmeldung für den Pubcrawl und endete drei beizen und eine Disco weiter irgendwo im Stadtteil Palermo. Kurz vor Sonnenaufgang schlichen wir ins Hostel zurück und liessen das Frühstück ausnahmsweise einmal aus. Somit war es bereits Samstag Nachmittag als wir zu viert zum Fussballspiel von CA Independiente aufbrachen, den obligatorischen Burger vor dem Spiel noch verköstigt und ab ins Stadion. Verglichen mit der bereits erlebten Partie in Rosario war diese Erfahrung ziemlich Enttäuschend, zumal Independiente eine der erfolgreichsten Mannschaften in Lateinamerika darstellt jedoch kaum für gute Atmosphäre sorgen konnten. Das Duell gegen Atlético de Rafaela endete mit 1-1 und damit zu wenig für das Heimteam, obwohl der Ausgleich nach dem einstigen Rückstand die Gemüter etwas beruhige. Das nächste Highlight folgte nur wenige Minuten nachdem wir in unser Hostel zurückkehrten, all you can eat Barbecue mit frei Bier. Wieder wurde bis in die Morgenstunden zusammengesessen und mit Menschen aus aller Welt gegessen, getrunken und diskutiert. Am Sonntag brachte ich es fertig mich beizeiten zum Frühstück zu begeben und besorgte anschliessend für zwei Kolleginnen und mich drei Karten für das anstehende Fussballspiel von Boca Juniors. Die Karten waren zwar ziemlich teuer jedoch in Mitten der Fankurve hinter dem Tor, diese wahrhaftig einzigartige Erfahrung sollte man sich als Freund des Fussballs einmal im Leben gönnen. Einige wenige male erreichte der Lärmpegel einen derart massiv hohen Stand dass es in den Ohren nur so zu kratzte, die Leute feiern den Fussball in diesem Land auf eine Art und Weise welche in Europa unvorstellbar ist. Anschliessend verbrachte ich den vorerst letzten Abend in Buenos Aires ganz gemütlich mit den beiden Damen auf der Dachterrasse des hervorragenden Hostel. Der nächste Tag bedeutete für mich, nach dem Frühstück die Sachen zu packen und Richtung Hafen zu steuern. Von wo aus ich, wie die Alten Klabautermänner mit dem Schiffe weiterziehen werde. Don't cry for me Argentina, es ist ein Auf Wiedersehen und kein Adieu!

[sadpurpleblood]

Oh, I didn't expect such welcomness, but thank you too! Also, I think I've been sticking around since we became mutuals, it's just that recently I noticed that the person that leaves interesting posts and cool art on my dash is upset

Anyway, I just watched a video from Jan Misali and you're right! Not going to lie, I felt excited at the realisation why is conlanging may be appealing, so now I'm even more curious to see where your experiments will lead you too! Oh, and I certainly didn't expect conlanging being the egg and natural languages being the chicken in the metaphorical "what was the first" question from your perspective, but it sure is funny :D

Additionally, I beg for your forgiveness, SPB, but I can't stay silent about this! I'm afraid that the only ways to know about the Klabautermann require being a) a german speaker, b) a mythology enthusiast, c) a viewer of One piece (or of the other two medias listed on the Wikipedia, but what are the odds?)

— The greeting anon

Ooo so youre a mutual of mine i see... lets see if ill ever figure out your true identity on here, heheh.

i wouldnt say im really upset, just frustrated with myself and my shitty mental health. but i appreciate your asks a lot!

no need to beg for forgiveness! The more people talk about klabautermänner the better.

I honestly dont know anything about one piece other than like. the most basic information. but thats great to hear! one piece is like. one of the biggest anime out there. and even if only a few people came across the episode where this klabautermann would show up, that still generates a lot more awareness about them!

silly little guy mythology is something very fun and should be treasured accordingly.

[stereden]

Hey there! Just wanted to pop in and say hi you are an amazing writer and I love your fics! The way you write once piece characters is so cool and invigorating and I love how you bring them to life!

That being said I have a quick question, do you mind if people use some of your head cannons and characters/characterisation? Like having Rouge be Blackjack Rouge and her crew or that Crocodile was apart of that crew etc? I wanna get back into writing fics myself and I love these little plot points and was wondering if you mind people using them with credit? If not all good but I’d thought I’d ask!

Also thank you again for your awesome fics! They are the light of my day whenever I get to read them!

Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words! I don’t mind you using some of the headcanons such as Rouge being a pirate and stuff - the Blackjacks aren’t mine in the first place, I stole them from Bleach and Naruto because they deserved better damn it , and Crocodile being part of her crew is actually from @mydetheturk awesome fics, she kindly lets me play around in that sandbox, so as long as proper credit is given I don’t mind :) Just please not the exact rituals and traditions, as I’m also developping them for original writing ;)

(And I would prefer if my original characters aren’t used either, such as Speed, though please feel free to have fun with Klabautermänner because they deserve all the love)

As a general rule, I don't mind if any of you want to use some elements of my works in your writing - as long as you ask me first, either here on Tumblr or on my Discord, since, as mentionned above,  there are some elements I do not want to share, including specific wordings of pirate lore as well as some of the events and characters I came up with specifically for my fics - when it comes to the main Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud) series/verse and cast (AKA anything to do with Shanks and Buggy, or original events/characters mentionned in my fics that aren't in canon) I'm currently not giving anyone permission to write in that part of the verse because i have plans 

And also because it’s my baby and I have a lot of plans for it and a lot of feels about all those plans

Outtakes focusing on other characters reactions to the mess that is marineford are more than fine (and i'm super flattered and honored!), again as long as you ask me first and give credit/tag me/add an ‘inspired by’ in AO3, but expanding on things like Depa or Buggy's capture by Shiki are things i'm planning on doing in the future so please leave those to me

  And please let me know when you post those stories so I can enjoy them :D

Thank you again! I’m really glad you’re enjoying my fics!

[konfuse-scribbles]

Sunny, Merry, Mokuba and Shark Klabautermänner meeting at night. 

[stereden]

For the end of year asks, could you answer 1, 4, and 23? Also, what’s the weirdest thing that happened to you this month?

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

If we go by fics that I started posting this year... Nami ni uwasa ga aru (of one who now sails with Davy Jones)

If we go by fics I started writing this year, it's one about Buggy's reaction to the Reverie getting rid of the Shichibukai, with the temporary title of: Shichibukai no more: the gloves are coming off

4. total number of words you wrote this year...Gimme a sec to count that, because I wrote a LOT of different projects this year

Posted fics: 

Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu (we still stand proud):  77.721 posted this year, 15.327 of Shanks' next chapter already written, total: 93.048 words

Nami ni uwasa ga aru (of one who now sails with Davy Jones): 11.983 posted, 1.512 of the next chapter already written, Total:  13.495 words

Ki o tsukete (the world is changing) : 1.642 words

Anata to watashitachi o tsurete ikimasu, kyaputen (On your journey) : 7.535 words

All the leaves fall off: 29,388 already posted, 10.386 in draft form, and more to come. Total:  39.774 words 

Total of Posted words: 155.494

WIPs that haven’t been posted yet: 

Shichibukai no more: the gloves are coming off: 3.349 words

Klabautermänner tales: 707 words

Total of unposted WIP words: 4.056

Original projects:

Auf einem Seemansgrab, my main nanowrimo project: 35.156 words + 660 of outtakes. Total: 35.816 words

Quest for Melusina, the children's novel I'm working on: 25.862 words

Total of original words: 61.678

Total for 2019 (so far): 221.228 words

(holy fucking shit that’s a lot of words O_O especially since I’m definitely forgetting some stuff in that count)

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

I have a couple of fics ideas that are currently just bullet points in a draft folders, including one where Buggy decides to stop on Dawn to check out this kid that Shanks gave his arm and hat for, and accidentally ends up starting a home for wannabe pirate kids and pirate’s kids with Banchina’s help that I really want to get started on but haven’t had the chance yet.

What's the weirdest thing that happened to you this year?

Hu. Good question. Um... 

Actually, scratch that, I know what it is. My fic suddenly taking off and becoming super popular seemingly overnight. Good weird, definitely, but damn i really didn’t see that coming and still can’t believe it xD