#Sole against KY

[artcalledtattoo]

Rest Management

Racism, Equality? Segregation & Tactics

My my my dear management

BigBonus Grapplers

They’ll fuck you over

Over three years now still drinking and pissed

But sleep dream go to work again

Smoking reefer in the boys room

Slap a face of adult or wrap your fingers around the posers neck and shake him silly teasing me with thc at work

I like a high I love the connections in brain

You leave me fucking severed

But I don’t take business personally

It’s just fucted up

I should acronym or maybe their names

For a fit into their own personalities

I Have That Power

Silence of the sheep

No open sit downs of night shift responsibilities

Two Malfoy likes delegating privately one on one to an employee

Bullshit

I must be getting fucked again

Fucks hold hands through the night

It takes two managers to manage

American

Fraud. (adult work levels)

Waste. (everyone’s times, to stupid to be productive you get easy work)

Abuse. { you all work like no others, here is your weight, [ ( fuck you fatman & snake )

That hiss has never bought me anything ] }

Did I do it right? Punctuation unlike us in energy living on same damn planet!

Stand two to close posers to open

Shit is stoopid

Take a rest from Racism inEquality Segregation & Tactics

I’m read up and beyond

My heart is racing ready to smolder pounding your fire weak

You all don’t even believe what you believe and again fuck it all up even more by thinking, that’s why I see stupid shits sitting wasting time on clock it’s been a past three year epidemic of demons, life takers of mine and others

Rapers of time need your name here y’all

Or acronym HJMSZ but it’s not

Your fault it’s your Leader

The one you look up too

RL

Rest Leisurely

Static Cling

Black candles pentagram and names surrounding

Oh

Fuck’em

Ritual circumstances performed all over

Did you pay to keep selves safe

We will see

This is churning scary

Like stepping on a stick of butter

Don’t fucking Milk me for Bread

Your stick of butter is melting in my

Asshole, shut up

Go read an email, fall asleep

Get high

But we know better than to come for you for answers

That’s why we only ask to let us free

You two fucked

Stand alert now open and greet

You don’t even greet me like that upon entry, I know my place

Racism

Equality?

Segregation

In lows of 2023

Same as fucking start of last year

New Shit in charge of building

No talks

No comments

REST Management

It’s not fucking Wal Mart!

.|.

Prunnnttttttsssssssss

I’m just talking out loud

My God says, You can

And I do

Even when it’s garbage it don’t bother me taking it out

It’s been my first thing since

I don’t know?

Whoah!

That can be read as or read as or red assed

Telling on their bullshit

White folk managers in charge as they love certain people of sun to wed

But fuck us tues to sat

Rest fucked up next week and year too

Don’t get pissed, it’s just business

I tell myself five times a night

Lift a box throw farther

Do more for thy body

Health an importance

Snakes and Fatmans

Life starts accordingly to social media ending after 31, destined for death oh not me, you like maintaining, soldiers did to, of the female persuasion don’t fucking guide me for work I was doing before your time

Fuck my poser and last President my last three years have been because of you mostly, let peons fear, chess board

I’m after kings queens knight rooks fuck the bishops their fucking children and not my threat religion political area a let’s pl

I need a minority leader in charge of me!

•

Rest assured management

This is not an Email nor End

New marching orders for fucking arriving soon

Could be email

Could be technician change

Could be just a venting

B4Awakening

I know place in this

Should’ve got me high too

R E S T

Save your energy

I won’t be doing all I do

Will if not, my mouth speaks

L O U D L Y

Hostile work segregation & racism

Want to talk about it Martian

Let’s chat brother brotha slow as turtle moving

Not to me!

R E S T C E O

One hundred grand bonus bulls kit

Oh that’s a store manager

Tactical restful life in leisure

Small manager syndrome

He don’t ask us, nothing since arrived

Explicit Writing

Fuck Them All

Let a Lord sort’em out

Light a candle

Make it a ritual for sinnisters

Pent them up in a gram

Written upon

Add those names

I can play evil against evol allow me and resign

Too Easy ask dirt he left dust when he righted out

Fuck him and all of you reading

My masters

No more stay

Namaste my masters

Whoah KY after me

I’ll explain the interests

KY REST in a state

Can’t stop fucking me

I’ll explain

Over Powering protecting their interests

A later Post, you all knew on coming!!!

[drvirgus]

Protecting (my heart)

Idol! Minji X bodyguard! Reader

Description: getting a new job as NewJeans bodyguard isn't really something Y/n thought would happen to her. What exactly happens when she suddenly felt attracted to one of the NewJeans members? Can Y/n stay professional or are her feelings for Minji too much to handle?

Warnings: stalking; harassment; kys jokes; suggestive language; death threats; mention of abuse; mention of murder;

Chapter: the Ex (half-Written)

Masterlist

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Sighing, I closed my car door. Glancing at my watch, I noticed it was only 9 PM. I headed straight to the restaurant, which appeared closed from the outside.

"We're closed," the man behind the bar said seriously, prompting me to politely smile. "Good evening. I'm Hanni's Bodyguard," I introduced myself, "I was called to pick you up," I added, and the man behind the counter immediately nodded, pointing to the corner of the room.

I bowed slightly and made my way to the designated corner. I could immediately hear some voices and positioned myself next to the table. All eyes turned to me, and I glanced at each person at the table.

Sullyoon and Bae from Nmixx.

Belle from Kiss of Life.

Rei and Liz from Ive.

Yunah from Illit.

But my breath caught when I saw Yuna from Itzy sitting at the table. The slightly tipsy woman also looked at me with wide eyes. "Y/n?" she asked with her mouth open. Sullyoon and Bae waved at me joyfully, which I didn't see as I focused on Yuna.

"Do you know each other?" I suddenly heard from Minji, and I immediately turned my head to the woman at the end of the table. Hanni had laid her head on Minji's shoulder and seemed to be dozing off.

Almost automatically, my jaw tensed, and I cleared my throat to say something. "I've known Y/n for a while. She and Yeji-Unnie were..." Yuna began, but I immediately interrupted the younger one by placing my hand on her shoulder. I simply shook my head, as she was about to reveal too much.

I looked at Bae and Sullyoon. "Should I call Haewon? Or Lily?" I asked, which Bae immediately shook her head at. She smiled at me, "I already called Haewon," Sullyoon said, nodding, so I agreed.

I removed my hand from Yuna's shoulder and looked at the other idols. "We're staying," Rei said with a smile, and I nodded in understanding.

I watched as Minji stood up from her seat and held Hanni's arm. I simply chuckled and wrapped my arm around Hanni's waist. "Let me," I said to the taller person, her cheeks slightly red from alcohol.

I nodded goodbye to the idols at the table and led Hanni, arm in arm, to the car. Minji followed us silently. I settled Hanni in the back seat and securely fastened the intoxicated woman.

"Y/n," I heard a familiar voice say, and I turned around. Minji was leaning against the passenger door, also looking at the redhead who approached us. My eyes focused on Yuna.

The redhead nervously laughed as she glanced first at Minji and then back at me. "Um... could you maybe give me a ride?" she asked, folding her hands pleadingly. "I'd rather ride with you than... call someone," Yuna said, eyebrows slightly raised as she hesitated to speak the name.

I don't want to...

I don't even want to be near...

Sighing, I looked at Minji. "Is that okay?" I asked the person next to me, who looked at me with narrowed eyes and then at Yuna. She only nodded hesitantly.

Once again, I let out a sigh and nodded to Yuna. "Then get in," I said as I finally made my way to the driver's side. It didn't take long for the idols to be in the car and buckled up.

I started the engine and focused solely on the road. I noticed Minji, sitting in the passenger seat, messing with the radio, and soon a voice I knew all too well filled the car's speakers.

"Please play another song," I said, my jaw and body tense as I heard my ex-girlfriend's voice through the speakers.

Minji looked at me questioningly but complied with my request and changed the song. I relaxed again. "Y/n..." I heard Yuna say softly from the passenger seat. The redhead sighed defeatedly, prompting Minji to look at Yuna and then at me, her forehead visibly furrowed.

"Y/n and Yeji were together," Yuna said, explaining my reaction to Yeji voice. Minji then looked at me. "They broke up a few months ago," Yuna added with a small sigh.

My jaw tensed, and I just focused on the road. Minji hummed something as she looked at Yuna, but then silence fell in the car. I could feel Minji's gaze on me repeatedly, but I skillfully ignored it.

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Patiently, I waited for Minji to open the front door. Hanni, drunk in my arms, tried to wriggle free, so I pulled her closer. Minji finally opened the door. „Her room is the second to last down the hallway," the taller woman said, to which I simply nodded and carried the intoxicated woman to her room.

With a furrowed brow, I laid her on her bed and stretched my back. Sighing, I then took off her shoes and the light jacket she was wearing. I also removed her socks and covered her up.

I wouldn't undress her any further than necessary.

Quietly, I left the room and closed the door behind me. With soft steps, as the other NewJeans members were probably all asleep, I made my way back to the front door. "Wait."

Turning to Minji, I raised an eyebrow questioningly. A small smile crept onto my face as I saw the younger woman hesitate. Her cheeks still slightly flushed. "Um... would you like a coffee? As a thank you for picking us up," Minji asked with a small smile, gesturing with her thumb towards her kitchen.

"I'm sorry," I began, visibly relaxing. A smile still on my face. "But I'm really not in the mood for coffee. I'll treat you next time, okay?" I asked as I looked up at the taller woman.

Minji's mouth slightly opened in surprise at the rejection. She apparently didn't expect me to decline the offer. Her eyes fixed on me, "Is it because of... Yuna?" she asked, her forehead furrowed with concern as she scrutinized every expression on my face.

My eyebrow twitched slightly, but I tried not to show anything. I still wore the smile on my face. "I'll treat you next time," I repeated, bidding farewell to the idol and leaving the younger woman's apartment.

My eyes glanced one last time at Minji as I closed the door behind me.

[bolshefem]

if you think people are more empathetic to women than men you are straight up fucking delusional. men have proved themself almost INCAPABLE of empathy for women, and this is statistically and empirically supported. they are incapable of understanding that women have an internal life, do not see us as humans with emotions who exist external to them. look at the comments on a post of a man talking about self harm vs a woman. "men's mental health matters too🥺" "I'm proud of you" vs "attention whore" "sideways for attention downwards for results" "ugly bitch trying to get sympathy"

this is what happens for ANYTHING regarding sexual assault, mental health, suffering, trauma.

or an overweight man vs woman "keep your head up king👑" "you got this bro, I believe in you" "these women don't deserve you." (like totally unprompted not discussing relationships) Or often no comments on his weight at all if he's not talking about it. For a woman, no matter WHAT she is posting about "landwhale" "starve yourself" "put down the burger" "kys fat b*tch" and the most vile and insanely cruel comments The amount of threads and forums dedicated to eviscerating degrading and insulting overweight women on places like lolcow and kiwi farms and just social media in general and I genuinely have never seen one for a man. Same thing with things like facial deformities, the comments are unbelievably cruel to these women.

the level of vitriol is not even remotely comparable, and I don't even think it's mostly a double standard. I think they just lack the capacity to feel empathy towards women and perceive them as human and capable of feeling pain. Things are solely perceived in how they relate to them and thought to be performances for men. Women exist to serve them and if they don't give them a boner they don't deserve to be alive. If something, no matter how innocuous, pisses them off in the slightest they don't have a single qualm because they just don't view them as real people and full human beings with internal lives. women having emotions is inherently manipulative, anything they say or do is a performance for men. And like look at things such as the gender credibility gap https://www.tedxmilehigh.com/gender-credibility-gap/ Women are systematically less believed as witnesses in a courtroom, reporters, academic authorities, in claims of sexual assault, discrimination, or harassment.*

Women's reports of pain symptoms are less likely to be believed by doctors, and they are staggering more likely to not receive proper medication, go undiagnosed and untreated. Women are 32% more likely to die post-op if their surgeon is a man. "Womens' pain not taken as seriously as mens' pain. Researchers found that when male and female patients expressed the same amount of pain, observers viewed female patients' pain as less intense "(sciencedaily.com/releases/2021/04/210406164124.htm) "Nearly three-quarters of cases where a disease primarily affects one gender, the so-called “men's diseases” are overfunded, while the “women's diseases” are dramatically underfunded."

https://www.concernusa.org/story/gender-bias-in-healthcare/ https://www.washingtonpost.com/wellness/interactive/2022/women-pain-gender-bias-doctors/ https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/gender-bias-in-medical-diagnosis#how-does-it-affect-diagnosis https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/women-and-pain-disparities-in-experience-and-treatment-2017100912562 I could literally go on on this topic forever. The gender empathy gap is a form of epistemic violence against women.

* "Suicidal behaviour and self-harm in women can be viewed by family, health professionals and the community as attention-seeking, manipulative and non-serious, which can negatively influence how young women are treated." (Curtis, 2016) *Men with overweight tend to be perceived as wise or experienced, while women's credibility tends to decrease with excess weight... women seem to experience higher levels of weight stigmatization than men, even at lower levels of excess weight (Flint et al., 2016)

*Women are at greater risk for weight/height discrimination than men (Puhl et al, 2008)

*so many papers on this but "Across the board, women are perceived to be less credible than men. Especially women’s testimonies of rape and sexual harassment are widely trivialized and disregarded, even though reports of sexual abuse are not more likely to be false than reports of other crimes" (Schreurs, 2020) more like Mack, 1993

[leiflitter]

Hi I'm doing a research paper on antiheroes and I'm using Oliver as one example. Could you maybe tell me why he appeals to you as a character despite the murdering and the scheming etc

You come into my askbox while I sleep and make me think? First thing in the morning? BUT I SHALL ANSWER

won't make any sense probably but HEY!

I think the main reason I love Oliver is because I can see a lot of myself in him.

Cut bc this will be long af

Granted, my perspective on the character is... I spend a lot of time thinking about that idiot, so this is fully based on my interpretation of him buttttt

Okay, so the murders and scheming are firstly... Ambiguous. Elspeth is the only one we see as it happens- not in a flashback, big-twist, oh it was my evil plan all along #classwarfare #girlboss #theyhatetoseeabadbitchwinning way- and she's so far gone she's on a ventilator and just dies without it. How did she get so sick? It isn't mentioned. Honestly, as someone with long covid, she's wandering around London without a mask. LADY. YOUR LUNGS.

Everything else? The spiked bottle. The razorblades. They're shown to us at the end, this big gotcha moment... From someone who has clearly spent every moment since Felix Catton died trying desperately to gather some small piece of him.

His home is decorated like Saltburn. He's immediately trying to get back in. The moth battering itself against the window.

Whether or not Oliver Quick is an evil, scheming murderer is entirely down to your interpretation of that reveal montage. Mad props to Emerald for that.

My interpretation of it is... Not to say he's innocent, but that he's a sad, sad man grasping at straws to give himself more agency. He's spent years dwelling on and analysing the worst time of his life, and as a good Eng Lit student (dude was doing essays on Browning) he's turned it into a narrative.

If we stop suspending disbelief, then we have:

Felix

Oliver put some cocaine in a bottle (as evidenced by Oliver having the same sort of vial Farleigh has in the main hall). Oliver drank some. Felix drank some. He threw up, Felix died.

I have probably said this before, but Felix's death cannot be directly attributed to Oliver's actions.

Felix was in the bathroom, and although we don't see him doing lines, he's not just hanging out there for funzies. He's going hard, probably mixing drugs and booze. He's so off his tits that he doesn't notice how bad/bitter the booze Oliver gives him tastes. Plus there's a reason people snort cocaine; it's efficacy is highly reduced when eaten, and it takes far longer to reach the brain. How long would Felix have just stood in the maze? Waiting there like a sim with no activities queued until he keeled over?

It's likely that Felix overdosed, but it's really unlikely that Oliver was the sole cause, if he was the cause at all.

Venetia

He left razorblades near her. That's literally all we see. From Oliver as a character, I don't think he has the guts to actually, directly kill- and it wouldn't make sense to. He'd be found out immediately if he did- any sign of violence and the Cattons would have private investigators and all sorts at their disposal. He was in the next room. It'd be open and shut. I do think, from the blood on the floor, that she tried to go to his room for help and he ignored her- but!

Leaving something sharp near someone in distress is another shitty scheme. What was he going to do if she didn't notice them? What if she knocked them off the side of the tub accidentally? Was he going to leave her a post-it note like HI V PLS KYS LUV OLLIE to make sure she noticed them?

Another thing that often is kinda... Glossed over... Is that Oliver is a fuckin teenager, and he isn't as smart as he portrays himself.

Olls. Why would you fool about with Felix's sister in plain view of the house? Ollie. What exactly did you expect one email to do? Erase Farleigh from existence? Oliver. Mate. You left your phone in the bathroom? Where Felix "no boundaries" Catton could find it? Why? Did you need to play Snake in the bath THAT BADLY? Oliver. Why would you lie about something so easily disprovable? Oliver Quick, you started digging a hole and it became Felix's fucking grave.

Older Oliver has turned what happened into a narrative where He Has Agency. He did it, and he did it on purpose, because HE WASN'T IN LOVE WITH FELIX (he was in love with Felix). He had a plan, you see, it wasn’t him being desperate and trying anything, everything he could to stay close to Felix.

He wasn’t a weird, awkward teenager who went away from home, fell in love with someone entirely unobtainable- due to socioeconomic bracket, gender, the year, all of that- and was so desperate to be near Felix that he built an unsustainable web of lies that fell apart. I think the maze scene is Oliver at his most honest, because he doesn't understand why his performance is any different, other than the amount of effort he's put in.

No, he was evil. A bad guy. A wolf in sheep's clothing, Felix his innocent victim. He's a genius... Because what is the alternative for Oliver Quick?

Admit that he was little more than a child, lashing out, unable to accept his own feelings- as he's unable to accept them as an adult- and now...

The immutable fact is that Felix died, and Oliver will never be over it.

What's the safer option?

I was a mess and I might be responsible for this and I was lashing out and I might have killed the thing I loved most because I fucked it all up.

or

I did it all on purpose.

And... To bring this back to the question.

I have been Oliver Quick in the bit before the bike scene. I've watched people I'd like to be friends with, living a life I was too shy or scared to go after. I can remember desperately wanting to be cool, to have a backstory, to be compelling...

I just never got desperate enough to lie. And I'm doing pretty good now, but I fucking get it. To want that connection so badly, to yearn for the life you see other people living, to want to be someone other than yourself.

So y'know

That's why I love him.

[solradguy]

GG2OMC (ENGLISH): KY - JUSTICE FOR WHO?

Word Count: 1,699 Warnings: Pregnancy (no birth) Chapter Index & Credits Page・ Mobile Friendly Version Archive.org download page (.PDF + uncompressed art scans)

Gears are mindless biological killing machines created by mankind. However, among such abominable bio-weapons, a kind-hearted girl was born. She was the Half-Gear offspring of a human and a Gear, and was a charming young woman with a gentle and compassionate heart. Despite her peaceful disposition, for the sole purpose of being a Gear, she was hunted by humans and her life was constantly threatened.

Ky Kiske, the former leader of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, a group specializing in warfare against Gears, had his first encounter with the Half-Gear two years ago. For Ky, who had engaged in mortal combat with Gears on the front lines, the encounter with a gentle Gear that despised destruction and carnage was both new and strange.

After that, through several reunions, the existence of the Half-Gear woman gradually transformed into something to be protected in Ky's mind. If one were to define the beginning of their love, it would be this time. Ky decided to offer her safe harbor and defend her.

He knew that this was a rebellious act against the justice and humanity he believed in.

They began to live together. Ky, a public servant, worked diligently to fulfill his official duties, while the Half-Gear waited for Ky to return home and did her best to take care of the household. It did not take long for the two of them to develop a bond of mutual trust and desire for each other's presence. Ky loved her with all his heart, and she sang to and loved him in equal measure. Ky could no longer hide his true love for her.

Since she had no nationality and no family record, the Half-Gear could not legally marry. Ky, knowing that she wanted to propose, asked her to marry him first. The two exchanged vows of eternal love without public recognition. Tormented by guilt…

The two spent a year or so in happiness, which gradually faded away that sense of guilt and immorality that had been nagging at the back of Ky's mind. However, something happened to reawaken those feelings: his wife became pregnant.

As a young couple in love, this result itself was not surprising. They were delighted when the doctor, one of the few people who understood the couple's situation, told them the news, hand in hand.

However, the changes to her body caused by the pregnancy were different from those of a human’s. Her abdomen had swelled to the size of a human halfway through pregnancy in about a week. Her growth was much too rapid. Ky was once again confronted with the fact that she was a Gear and that the child in her belly was also a Gear. The sense of guilt that had been lying dormant in his heart rekindled at once, and the doctor's report was a dark cloud hovering over Ky's mind.

“I can't see the fetus. It appears to be encased in a hard shell.”

"…I don’t… What does that mean?”

Ky asked, feeling his eyes darken as he started to lose hope.

“Gear… Pardon me… Your wife seems to be oviparous…"

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The long-standing Crusades, the name given to the war against Gears, had left devastating damage to major cities around the world, leaving many people without a livelihood. But still, people had to live. The ultimate concern for many was simply "to live." People at that time avoided the ravages of war and worked together to develop new land and rebuild cities.

As their efforts bore fruit and the reconstruction of the city progressed, life became more stable, and problems that had remained hidden until then began to surface. The community that had been formed to focus solely on "living" had become a melting pot of many different ideas, philosophies, and religious beliefs. Ironically, it was not until the reconstruction of the city that people became aware of this abnormal situation. Fortunately, the people of that time, who were painfully aware of the bitterness of war, did not engage in major conflicts, and those who shared a common ideology and religious beliefs naturally diverged and re-formed their own societies.

Under these circumstances, officials from the United Nations invested vast amounts of capital to support the communities that were being formed. As a result, they gained a powerful voice and influence over these communities, and eventually succeeded in gaining control over the whole of Europe and western Eurasia.

Thus, the world became polarized in terms of the structure of governance: the power of the United Nations member states versus that of other states and municipalities.

In recent years, seeking to further strengthen their control, the United Nations embarked on a national restructuring. This was a major transformation of the system, in which the national government they controlled was divided into three regions, each ruled by its own king. To date, two kingdoms have already been established, with only one remaining: Illyria, where Ky lived. When this country, which had already been named the United Kingdoms of Illyria, was born, it would only be the second largest in the world in terms of total area, but it would have the largest commercial market in the world. There was no doubt that it would be the center of humanity’s reconstruction.

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On the same day Ky learned of his wife’s condition, he accepted an invitation to appear before the United Nations. In a small, gloomy, conference room, he was surrounded by people representing the Senate of the United Nations. He wondered what the sudden order to appear meant. If it had been discovered that he was harboring a Gear, they would not have summoned him with something as leisurely as a letter. He could surround his home with a large army if he had to, but he could not let his guard down.

“International Police Force Captain Ky Kiske, reporting for duty.”

“You have been called in here today for one reason: to ask for your cooperation.”

Ky was relieved; it was not about his wife. His mind regained its composure.

“I am a public servant under the jurisdiction of the United Nations and will not disobey a proper order. However, do you have the authority to issue such orders to me?"

It was a check and balance. At the same time, it was also an attempt to discover the true nature of the organization known as the Senate.

“This isn’t an order… it’s cooperation. As I said a moment ago, did I not?”

“Understood. Then, what is it you need my cooperation for?”

A moment of silence. The man with the low voice coughed before he spoke again.

“I want you to be the king of the Kingdom of Illyria.”

Ky was surprised by this unexpected statement.

“The Kingdom of Illyria will be born soon. At the beginning of the new year, a referendum will be held to choose the king. I would like you to run in this election.”

“You are a hero. You’re a genius in swordsmanship and law, and at a young age you became the leader of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights. In addition, you are a handsome man.”

"Indeed. You will be quite popular with the people.”

"We promise to support you to the fullest extent of our ability. If that sounds appealing to you. What do you think?”

Ky hesitated. In fact, he had seriously considered running for king before. Becoming king meant that he would be able to change the world and gain real power over it. For the sake of his suffering people, his wife and unborn child… he wanted to change the world, and this was the perfect opportunity! But what was the Senate's true intention? Ky decided that he should wait and see before giving an answer.

“I am honored by your nomination, but I am a military officer. I don't think I can engage in politics…"

He chose his words carefully and reserved his attitude. He did not expect a straightforward response.

“That’s alright, you don't have to play politics. You can sit on the throne in silence.”

There was no better response; Ky understood completely. They wanted a puppet… an ornamental king who would do their bidding. What was frightening was that they didn't even try to hide it. It was a sign of their confidence, and they had already decided that he was someone they could play with. Ky needed time to think now.

"…I can't make an immediate decision. I'd like some time to think about it.”

"Hmm… Well, that's all right. You may have some time to consider our proposition.”

“Thank you…”

"By the way… Your common-law wife is terribly charming, isn’t she?"

"…What?!”

“I remember seeing your wife somewhere. Now, where was it..?”

A high-pitched voice spoke, the words coming from a grinning mouth. Ky shuddered. They probably knew everything.

"I'm expecting a good answer.”

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That day, Ky Kiske went to his familiar church early in the morning. In front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, he placed his sword beside her and dropped to one knee as if in a crumpled heap. The days of suffering were a staggering burden, weighing down both his heart and body.

The answer was still not clear. There were many different threads of justice to choose from. In the past, he had the courage and pride to fight for the justice he believed in. But now…

Where is my justice? Who is my justice for?

Can I build such a world where humans and Gears coexist?

Am I qualified to lead the world with my many sins as I have..?

Ky kept asking himself these questions. He lost track of how much time had passed before he heard footsteps behind him.

It was rare to hear footsteps at that hour. When he turned around, Ky saw the man whose face he wanted to avoid seeing the most.

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This story connects to Sol's: UNPARALLELED CONFESSION.

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So Liar is telling everyone here to kys now? Just wow, this person lost all dignity. Just bc one person here groomed me. Said person is now shunned and looked down upon here for what he's done to me and some others. But apparently anyone who's ever posted here (including Evie...? Damn Liar, turning against her now? Makes sense, you people have no sense of stable positive relationships.You even seemed ashamed of the fact you defended her and tried denying it. ) deserves to be told to end their lives after that, after everything was already sorted out. Quite ironic considering the fact Evie and one of her toe-suckers pulled a false accusation out of their asses that I told her to kill herself and Liar is on the same side of a whole ass group who groomed me. But no, go after the group who's welcoming and helpful to me for the most part except for one absolutely horrible guy who doesn't even come here anymore. And also tune out the victim for the sole reason she's a minor, and don't listen to a thing she tries to say, you're totally the protective hero here and not the atrocious predator/predator supporter. Idk if I'll post anymore about this person, but I sure won't do it often, bc what's even the point when they're just throwing a fit now with no coherent arguments, and is actually telling people to kill themselves. Why just throw my mental health out the window like that just to give this idiot the attention they crave. Just gotta chime in once in a while to defend myself and my friends/allies and reinforce any points I make. Internet trolls be crazy :/

What's potentially scary is that those who are in charge don't think twice about it either :(

[friedchickenluver]

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳〔 to wear a crown 〕 | zuko x black! fem! oc | AN: just wanted to make a self-indulgent ficlet for my oc . (😚)| lemme know if yall want more kyana!

summary: kyana drags zuko to the best braider shop in her village, all just to met a woman by the name of yenim; the sole braider who seems to know all about hair and how to be yourself.

warning(s): swearing, aave use, fluff? , not proofread

wc: 1.3k+

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watching the woman go to braid a client’s hair was fascinating in the least, she’s been at it for at least well over an hour and yenim never seemed to crack a complaint or try to hurry with her work. there were many individual square parts in her scalp to separate each and every long braided up piece of both her hair and some from a bundle of extensions. zuko could only observe quietly from one of the chairs that sat up against the wall as the two women chatted and laughed like they knew one another for years now.

the way her fingers articulated around each other to weave in another at least back-length braid struck him with curiosity. and so he continued to gaze as the other women worked her magic on hair.

zuko dragged his gaze around the interior of the hair salon, it smelled amazing for one, for two there were loads of faux hair hanging from small slots that were engraved into the surrounding area. a shelf that housed a plethora of hair products, sprays, shampoos, hair masks, anything you could really think of.

“Baby you alright? You ain’t hungry or anything?”

snapped out of his admiration for the sight around him, he turned towards the lady smiling sheepishly, “No ma’am, I already happened to eat out of the bar Kyana just so happened to drag me from.” a hand went to rub at the back of his neck, eliciting a breathy chuckle at his present shyness.

“Okay good, I’m just sayin’ it’s always good to ask for something you need. I’ll try to provide it to you to the best of my ability.” she smiled, looking back over to the lady's hair. “Anyways, why did Kyana bring you over to my shop? You must want me to do your hair too?” yenim joked.

“Ah, no, no, she just led me over here for some unknown reason. I wouldn’t know why.” he confessed before shrugging slightly. speak of the devil, kyana once again appeared from out the hallway leading to the main part of the shop. she sighed, going to lift and take off her mask.

“Hey ‘nim, you getting to know stranger over here?”

yenim giggled, “You’re always bringing these people in my shop with no interest in getting their hair done.” her eyes rolled playfully. kyana couldn’t help but to let a smile tug at the corners of her mouth, leaning on the doorframe to get a good look at him. zuko felt a bit embarrassed under her unwavering gaze, and also because of how unbelievably gorgeous she was under that white dragon mask.

“Well you know, I just so happened to pick him up while going to go beat Codi and Misako’s ass.” her face neutralized once more, never looking away from zuko’s direction. “What’s your name anyway?”

he hesitated for a moment, desperately thinking of an unrecognizable name. he still was in a village just on the outskirts of the fire nation, so he needed to keep a low profile.

“Li…”

a plus creativity zuko.

“Li…?” she repeated, seemingly unconvinced. her arms crossed, a thoughtful expression now renewed on her face. “nice to meet you then. I ain’t mean to scare you like that at Faye’s bar.” kyana remarked smugly, beginning to move back into the hallway.

“‘nim, you don’t mind keeping an eye on the boy while i go get some shea butter real quick?”

yenim, now on her final braid for the woman in her chair, extremely focused on the hair at hand, “I’ll watch him, you go ahead ky.”

with the flick of her own snow-colored locs, she left with a smirk playing on her face. her tongue swept over the plushness of her lips, hips swaying softly before disappearing out of zuko’s sight altogether.

he sighed, mellow and oddly content at where life happened to take him. it was quaint and calm in the earthy energy of the fairly large hair shop. the sounds of the windchimes outside gently clinking harmoniously, he hadn’t even realized yenim was already done with the client’s hair. he looked closely at how yenim took a pot of boiling water to dip her curled ends in, letting them sit for a few moments and taking the damp hair out of the pot. a wooden bowl that sat adjacent from the two women, she scooped her hand in to place a handful of foam on top of her scalp; massaging it throughout the expanse of the fresh hairstyle.

she practically squealed in awe at her new hair style, thanking her and handing over her proper payment for her hair. she took her leave excitedly, giving her a hug then going out the door of the shop, leaving yenim and zuko alone.

“so, have you ever been in a braider’s shop before?”

“no, my hair is always done at…uh…home so it’s not something that happens often.” he started.

“but for some reason your shop feels so much more homey than my own place. and it smells amazing here.” zuko couldn’t help but to smile at his last comment, and she returned the warmth back to him.

“yeah it does smell pretty good in here doesn’t it, I always think to pick the best assortment of products and incense to burn in here.”

he stood up and walked over to grab a nearby broom to help her clean up the floors, thinking it was only polite of him to do something while she’d worked so hard on someone’s hair for so long. “so how long have you been doing people’s hair for?”

she slumped back down into one of the seats against the wall before answering his question. “damn, maybe for around thirty years now.”

his eyebrows raised in genuine surprise at her response, sweeping up remains of tousled hair. she took note of his bewilderment, allowing a toothy smile to arise over her face once more. “Yep, although I haven’t had the shop open for that long, I just love everything to do with hair since I was young.”

“You put me to shame, I just now learned how to properly do my daughter’s hair without help from the caretakers.” the both of them broke out in a heartfelt laughter.

“Look, I was once in your position. It takes practice, and I’ll give you brownie points for wanting to learn how to do it yourself.” yenim crossed her legs, reaching for the nearby glass of water.

“Of course.” she handed him a newspaper to hold the stray pieces of hair now coupled together in a pile to properly dispose of it.

“So, how’d you and Kyana meet?”

he threw everything he cleaned up away, looking over at her to meet her knowing gaze. “Oh well, me and her accidentally bumped into each other while she was in a …predicament. I happened to be there and almost got a face full of fire.” He cringed at that last part, more to himself than letting her see his change of expression.

she hummed, taking another sip at her drink. “That girl is always hanging around those fools. I try to tell her they won’t lead her into anything but trouble.”

“Who is Misako and Codi anyway?” zuko moved over to sit next to her.

“Some thieves, I never pay any mind to it.” rolling her eyes, footsteps trailed their way back into the room both adults sat in. kyana once again appeared with two large bags in each hand, “I see you’re back already.”

“I only went down the road.” she heaved the bag onto the table nearby, smiling comfortably. “Li been on his best behavior?”

yenim looked over at him amusingly, and stared back over to her. “i say he was.” both women giggled as they watched a faint blush dust over zuko’s face.

“good” kyana smiled more genuinely at him, it meant a lot of more things than he could ever imagine as he smiled back. relaxing into the leather seats, the both of them stared at each other for a moment longer, kyana eventually broke the gaze going back to put up the new supply of shea butter.

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[gaymer-hag-stan]

And there you have it everybody! Your top eight fighters!

Sole representative of The King of Fighters, the lone wolf Terry Bogard will show his fangs at the fiend fighting for revenge from the depths of the Netherrealm, Scorpion!

Perhaps a fated much, perhaps a coincidence, Sol Badguy and Ky Kiske will go toe to toe against each other

Heir of the cursed blood Jin Kazama will use everything he has to fight off the chilling blasts of Sub-Zero Jr.

And last but definitely not least, the strongest woman in the world, Chun-Li, first lady of fighting games, will go up against the mischievous queen of dolphins, May, who managed to take out Ryu himself!

Lots of exciting battles and fighters to look out for in the losers bracket as well, will any of them manage to overtake the winner at the grand final?

Keep voting to find out!

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In Lukashenko’s Belarus, Belarusian culture is not welcome

While Belarusian is one of the two official state languages in Belarus, the decision to speak, read, and write it can be a dangerous choice for Belarusians. Growing up, the Belarusian poet and translator Valzhyna Mort was aware of how the Belarusian language was perceived in her country. “Belarusian was mocked for its ‘village sound,’ and was generally considered useless – a language that couldn’t possibly express daily life in Belarus. This is a sad irony, of course,” Mort told the Kyiv Independent.

The truth was that “the Russian language didn’t express what it means to be a little girl in Soviet Belarus and then, after the Soviet collapse, living in a colonial schizophrenia of waking up in your country in which nothing is actually yours,” Mort added.

In spite of more than two centuries of Russification policies imposed on the country, Belarusian writers say that their language and culture have quietly persevered.

After the eruption of mass protests in 2020 against Alexander Lukashenko’s fraudulent presidential election “victory,” more Belarusians became curious about their heritage and how it sets them apart from Russia. Those publicly doing so might now face imprisonment in Lukashenko’s Belarus. People who speak Belarusian are considered to be against the regime and have been arrested, fined, or imprisoned on politically-motivated charges. Despite that risk, many see preserving the Belarusian language and culture as continuing their fight for a democratic and truly independent country.

Belarusian language’s precarious status in Lukashenko’s Belarus

After years of oppression, there was hope that a Belarusian cultural revival would follow the dissolution of the Soviet Union. However, that brief window of opportunity was shut by Lukashenko’s rapid accession to power.

After gaining independence in 1991, Belarus' national white-red-white flag and the Pahonia emblem – now symbols of resistance against Lukashenko’s dictatorship – were made official symbols of the country, and the Belarusian language enjoyed support from the state. For a brief moment, Belarusian was the country’s sole official language. After Lukashenko took power, a hardline approach toward the country’s culture and language was introduced. Lukashenko became president in July 1994 and, in 1995, he put forward a referendum that would also make Russian an official state language. The Organization for Security and Co-operation in Europe (OSCE) later released a report suggesting that Lukashenko’s government had purposefully attempted to influence the outcome of the referendum, as well as the parliamentary elections held that year. The legality of the 1995 referendum has been questioned by legal scholars and human rights organizations, as well as members of the Belarusian opposition. Lukashenko has also been publicly challenged over the years by politicians and journalists alike for favoring the Russian language over Belarusian. Additionally, he has said that Russian dictator Vladimir Putin has “thanked” him for “not demonizing” the Russian language as Putin claimed had been done in other countries. Despite his assertion that using either language is a legitimate choice, Lukashenko has conveyed on numerous occasions that he perceives the Belarusian language as inferior. “People who speak Belarusian cannot do anything, because nothing great can be expressed in Belarusian. The Belarusian language is a poor language. There are only two great languages in the world: Russian and English,” he famously said back in 2006. In 2023, you will rarely hear Belarusian on the streets of Minsk and other major cities, while the white-red-white flag and the Pahonia emblem can land you in jail.

Centuries of Russification

For generations, Belarusians have been discriminated against, attacked, and even killed for embracing their culture. Tsimokh Akudovich, a Belarusian historian who works with the media platform Belsat, told the Kyiv Independent that Belarusian nationalism has always been deeply rooted in the unique sense of Belarusian cultural identity and shaped by the Belarusian language. “The Belarusian language has always defined the geographical boundaries of our nation and became a place of accumulation of intellectual resources and images. All of Belarus’ political movements during the last 100 years were strongly tied to the Belarusian language and culture,” Akudovich said. According to Akudovich, this is why every power that set out to subjugate the nation was keen on attacking the language and those who spoke it. During the Soviet Union, authorities made a point of targeting Belarusian cultural figures.

While there was a brief period in the 1920s when Belarusian language and culture were permitted to thrive, it was followed by two decades of brutal repressions. As a result, only a handful of Belarusian writers, musicians, and academics managed to survive – many were sent to the gulags or killed outright. The Holocaust also devastated the Belarusian Jewish population. According to Swedish-American historian Per Anders Rudling, Belarus used to have one of the largest Jewish populations per capita in Europe. Prior to that, the Soviets targeted the Yiddish cultural revival in Belarus. Yiddish was once a language commonly heard spoken in major cities and towns, in addition to Belarusian, Polish, and Russian.

In his article “The Invisible Genocide: The Holocaust in Belarus,” Rudling wrote that no less than 800,000 Belarusian Jews perished in the Nazis’ efforts to conquer Europe. After World War II, the Soviets undertook a significant urbanization project in Belarus, forcing the rural population to move to cities and learn Russian. This reshaped the linguistic makeup of Belarus. “Former villagers brought their language with them, but it was not welcomed. Russian was the language of the state and power and of the comfortable urban life,” Belarusian poet and translator Julia Cimafiejeva said.

This led to a rise in the usage of “trasianka,” a mixture of Belarusian and Russian that is still commonly heard today and incorporates Russian vocabulary with Belarusian grammar and phonetics. It is a similar linguistic phenomenon to “surzhyk” in Ukraine, which is a mix of Ukrainian and Russian.

During the post-war period, the Soviets employed subtle tactics to undermine the importance of the Belarusian language.

Scholar Lieanid Lyč wrote that in the late 1950s parents were allowed to petition for their children to be transferred from Belarusian- to Russian-language schools.

“The architects of such an anti-national language policy in the education field understood very well that if only the Russian language prevails in all higher and secondary educational institutions in Belarus, if all types of official records are conducted exclusively in it, then practically none of the parents will insist that their children were taught and brought up in their native Belarusian language,” he added. This fostered a belief among many Belarusians that knowing Russian had more value. By the start of the 21st century, some Belarusians worried that the Belarusian language would disappear from everyday usage. However, Russia “could not completely destroy the roots of Belarusian national identity” and “despite ongoing pressure from Moscow, there has been a gradual expansion of the Belarusian language and culture,” Akudovich said.

Two Belarusian literary scenes

Julia Cimafiejeva and Alhierd Bacharevič, the husband and wife literary duo who currently live in exile, took part in the mass protests of 2020 and have explored what it means to be Belarusian in their bodies of work. Cimafiejeva was born in a village along the Belarusian-Ukrainian border that was evacuated in 1986 after the nuclear fallout from the Chornobyl disaster. When she entered school in Homiel, the second-largest city in Belarus, “learning to speak Russian competently and correctly was a necessary, although not prescribed, condition to be accepted,” she wrote. However, both noted that the Belarusian language could always be heard somewhere on the radio or TV, or read in newspapers and magazines, while they were growing up. Predominantly Belarusian-language schools also existed, although they were usually in villages. Belarus has never been perceived in terms of strictly Belarusian- and Russian-speaking regions. The use of either language typically depended on your background and where you wanted to be in life, Cimafiejeva added. Bacharevič echoed that sentiment, adding that the Belarusian language was never a “dead language,” but it remained, for a long time, deeply undervalued.  

“We studied Belarusian language and literature at school, but most people did not understand why. After all, the Russian language dominated,” he said.

In the 2010s, the Belarusian literary scene of which Cimafiejeva and Bacharevič were an active part existed in two separate realities. The Union of Writers, established in 2005, was backed by the Lukashenko regime. Its members enjoyed privileged access to state-controlled media outlets, such as TV channels and newspapers. They also received frequent invitations to appear at educational institutions. Their language of choice was Russian. However, choosing to write in Russian has never been a definitive marker of being aligned with Lukashenko’s regime. Cimafiejeva, Bacharevič, and Mort have all worked in both Belarusian and Russian during their careers.  

Additionally, Belarus’ most famous writer, the 2015 Nobel Prize winner Svetlana Alexievich, writes predominantly in Russian. Most of her work has been published outside of Belarus, given her longstanding history of publicly opposing the Lukashenko regime.

Despite state-level support, those belonging to the Union of Writers “could not provide a bright image of the new future of the dictatorial state,” according to Cimafiejeva. Meanwhile, independent authors existed “in a kind of cultural ghetto,” she added. Since their work was exposed to a much smaller audience, this relative obscurity actually provided Belarusian writers with a certain degree of freedom for a period of time. Belarus’ independent cultural sphere launched various initiatives during this period to cultivate interest in Belarusian language and literature, where writers had the chance not only to connect with their peers but engage with their readers. Belarusian authors also faced the daunting task of competing against the massive influence of the Russian market. Cimafiejeva told the Kyiv Independent that the majority of the books sold in Belarus in 2019 were imported from Russia. By contrast, Belarusian-language books, most of which were educational materials, were far less common. Initially, the Belarusian cultural movement was not perceived as a threat by Lukashenko’s regime. However, following a series of protests against fraudulent elections over the years, that started to change. Literary magazines, publishing houses, and other cultural institutions soon found themselves under growing scrutiny and became targets for closure. The writer’s association PEN Belarus told the Kyiv Independent that there is essentially a ban on the profession for those who speak out against the regime. This is because the cultural and artistic initiatives undertaken by Belarus' independent cultural scene over the years influenced, to a certain extent, the protests and shaped the political consciousness of the people, according to Cimafiejeva.

“They helped their audience to feel the urge to self-identify themselves as Belarusians and be freer in a political sense,” she explained. Repressive measures further escalated after the mass protests that began in 2020, which led to the exile of Cimafiejeva, Bacharevič, and countless others. According to PEN Belarus, there is “permanent discrimination on the basis of the Belarusian language” given that it is associated with opponents of the regime. “Not only do we live in exile; Belarusian publishers also live in exile, our readers live in exile, a lot of people have left Belarus and for the last few years we all try to survive and develop our culture in these difficult conditions,” Bacharevič said. In 2022, Bacharevič’s novel “Dogs of Europe” was banned by the Belarusian authorities as “extremist literature.” It’s an expansive novel with several interweaving storylines that unfold over several decades. Set in a dystopian world, it depicts a reality where Russia has taken over Belarus and several other countries to become a dictatorial superstate. Bacharevič wrote on Facebook in July that he’d learned Belarusian authorities planned to plow over confiscated copies of the book with tractors. His novel “The Last Book by Mr. A” was also banned in 2023, he said in a recent interview.  Merely possessing a copy of these books in Belarus can now land an individual in trouble. Meanwhile, PEN Belarus told the Kyiv Independent that there are 132 members of Belarus’ cultural sphere currently being held in Lukashenko’s prisons, which amounts to an estimated nine percent of all political prisoners in the country officially registered by Viasna human rights group. However, Lukashenko’s crackdown has targeted not only Belarus’ literary sphere but the artistic sphere as well. People from all walks of life in Belarus face imprisonment, torture, and murder for daring to want to live in a democratic country. The renowned artist Ales Pushkin died from “unclear circumstances” in prison on July 11. He was arrested on politically motivated charges in 2021 after the Belarusian authorities claimed one of his paintings “rehabilitated and justified Nazism.” In 1999, Pushkin famously marked the five-year anniversary of Lukashenko’s ascent to power by dumping a red wheelbarrow full of manure at the main entrance of the Presidential Office in Minsk, placing a photo of Lukashenko on top of the manure, and piercing it with a pitchfork. He also flew the historic white-red-white flag over his home and said back in the 90s that Lukashenko did nothing good for Belarus and its people. “Ales was an incredibly talented, provocative, and courageous artist – and a good man,” Bacharevič wrote. “He will remain an artist and a person who was killed in prison, killed by this government. He was killed for language, talent, and bravery – for being Belarusian,” Bacharevič said, adding that “this murder cannot be forgiven.”

An ongoing cultural revival

Despite increasing attacks on those who dare to speak the language, an increasing number of Belarusians are writing in Belarusian, speaking it, reading it, and realizing why they need it. This is critical given that there is no state-level support for the Belarusian language and Lukashenko’s regime is destroying Belarusian culture, PEN Belarus told the Kyiv Independent. Cimafiejeva started using Belarusian more frequently back in 2006. Like many other Belarusians, it was a conscious decision made in the climate of protests against election fraud. She also started working for Belarusian-language independent media and entered an educational institution that taught mostly in Belarusian. “I had a quite wide circle of people speaking Belarusian, but it was a learned language for them all,” she said, given the prevalence of speaking Russian, especially in Belarus’ major cities. Only in the past 20 years have more children born in cities been raised to speak Belarusian as their native language, according to Cimafiejeva. “I’ve become more optimistic about the fate of the Belarusian language, especially if you compare today’s situation with the situation we had in the 1980s or even the 1990s,” she said. Although Belarusian cultural initiatives lack state support, and much of their work is being done in exile, they are dedicated enthusiasts who believe in what they are doing and are trying to spread it to wider audiences. Embracing the Belarusian language and culture can also be a means of comfort when processing the impact of having lived through a failed revolution, being faced with exile, and witnessing the outbreak of Russia’s genocidal war in neighboring Ukraine, of which the Lukashenko regime is an unofficial participant. “People are seeking clarity in ideas and in language, which is to say in literature, and in the language of the arts in general. Emotions are intense and it’s music and visual arts that can reflect that intensity without putting on labels, without naming. So, in these periods of crisis, the demand for art is high,” Mort said. Likewise, Bacharevič explained that a lot of Belarusians realized after 2020 that the system they lived in “was built on lies and violence.” “In 2020, these people started reading more Belarusian literature because they need answers to their painful questions: who we are, how this (political) disaster became possible, what our past is, and where we are going now,” he said. Despite Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine being one of the factors that have influenced many Belarusians to establish closer ties with the Belarusian language and culture, not all Belarusians are ready to cut the Russian language out of their lives completely. Belarus has never been a monolingual state, and Cimafiejeva does not expect Belarusian to be the only language spoken in the country. ���Although I do want to see a better future for it,” she added. Previously, Bacharevič translated many of his novels into Russian himself. He is of the belief that knowing many different languages is always beneficial, but he still considers himself first and foremost a Belarusian speaker. “I think in Belarusian and dream in Belarusian,” he said. “The Russian language is our colonial heritage. I have not forgotten it, but I rarely speak it, mostly when I speak with Russians.” Mort said she doesn’t consider the Russian language itself a problem but rather those who promote the destructive ideology of the Russian regime. Her main issue with the Russian language has always been that it doesn’t allow her to express herself as freely as the Belarusian language does and that it has denied Belarusians a sense of pre-Russian history and agency. “The Russian language doesn’t understand the Belarusian countryside,” she said.

Belarus Weekly: Lithuanian president calls Belarus a ‘Russian province,’ urges increasing defense

As NATO’s anticipated 2023 Vilnius Summit makes headlines, the alliance’s members urge Minsk to end its complicity in Russia’s full-scale war against Ukraine. Meanwhile, Lithuanian President Gitanas Nausėda urges NATO to bolster its eastern flank, claiming Belarus is “no longer independent’ but rat…

The Kyiv IndependentMaria Yeryoma

Note from the author:

Hi, this is Kate Tsurkan, thanks for reading this article. Since the start of Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine, there’s been a lot of talk about Ukraine’s cultural revival. However, Belarusians and people from other neighboring countries are reckoning with years of Russian colonialism as well. Culture has taken on an even more important meaning during wartime and if you like reading about this sort of thing, p

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me venting/vaguing lol

aww melody, you see me as your ‘abuser’? did i abuse you when i called help in tears to get you somewhere safe so you wouldn’t kys after you threatened me with it for six months straight? when i listened to every little problem you had, stayed up all night, woke up early for my shifts, just to comfort you? dealt with you making every little problem about you when it initially started with me confiding in you with my own problems? said ‘okay’ when you said you ‘werent good at trying to help others with their problems’ meanwhile you expected everyone to help you with yours? silently dealt with you not obeying my boundaries, being a creep even while i was in a very long-term relationship? spoke to you all night and morning while you baited me with suicide to the point where i was in tears and had to drink heavily to cope - and then, when i gave up, exhausted, telling you to do what you want because there was nothing i couldl do to help you, you pulled the rug out from underneath me and took the entire night back? then proceeded to try and manipulate me right in the same conversation? abused and lied about my - OUR - friends, right to my face? saw me as an ‘oppressed wannabe’ from stating ace people are part of the queer community? are the sole reason why i started self harming? are the reason why i thought my meds weren’t working when in reality it was just every part of you influencing the way i thought and felt? used my own psychiatric conditions against me and then pointing fingers at me to say i was in the wrong?

you’re so fucking full of shit, i genuinely hope the next time i see your face it’s on video with the liveleak logo in the corner.

[zeravmeta]

one of my absolute favorite things about guilty gear is how every character is about as hardened a war veteran as you can get but at the same time all of them are so fucking emotionally vulnerable. as far back as the first game sol prayed for justice to find rest because he understands that justice was brought into this world against their will to be a weapon and their fight was always for their right to exist.

potemkin is a man whose been hyper optimized for battle above all else with the sole purpose of ensuring a peace he will never see and yet he's entirely vulnerable around gabriel who always assures him that his ideals arent wrong and that failing doesnt mean giving up on such ideals. zato-one had been through so much and did so much for the sake of the assassins guild and despite being betrayed by the people he loved about three times he still works alongside them an doesn't take anything personally. axl has been lost for most of his life wandering between timelines and has known so many different incarnations of the same people but still values them regardless and each version of sol is always a friend that axl relies on even if each sol is different. faust had been searching for zato-one and chronus for about a decade in some of the worst years of his life and the moment faust gets an answer on what their deals are he forgives both of them and even lets chronus travel with him to find redemption. baiken has been on a revenge quest for most of her life and is one of the most abrasive characters there is in the series and yet she immediately connects with delilah and protects her. venom had decided to take the fall for the organization that saved his life and apologized to robo ky for needing his help in a battle that he would likely die in and robo ky tells him that because venom is fighting for his dream he doesn't mind. i-no and raven are among some of the most stone cold bastards in the series and when they were talking and i-no said that she and raven weren't friends she immediately backpedals because ravens feelings were hurt.

nearly every character is some flavor of traumatized hardened war victim whose also only known battle for their entire life and they're all ALSO incredibly soft. literally no one took i-no's actions at the end of strive as villainous and all of them do mourn her while also wondering what her true goals were with most of them concluding that they simply need to live for tomorrow.

[mrs-march-ahs]

How the Evans Cheer You Up

Headcannons and a short imagine for how the boys would cheer you up

I know this idea has been to done to death but I really wanted to have my own go at it. I sincerely hope you like it. I’m still unsure with this one. I tried to make up different reasons for the reader to be upset, I hope they all sound like reasonable reasons to cry. :)

Tate

-Notices you’re upset, so he comes and approaches you slowly

-Understands if you don’t want to talk about it

-Subtly checks your wrists to make sure you haven’t cut yourself

-Comes and rubs your back

-Tries to make some light jokes to see how they land

-If he’s in a particularly goofy mood, he’d come and tickle you to cheer you up

----

Tate’s heart races as he runs up the stairs and stands in front of the door to your bedroom. With you still alive, occasionally school days and family trips set you two apart for longer periods of times. After not seeing you for a long weekend, he opens the door to your room, and looks at you laid on the bed, facing the window. He quietly walks in and shuts the door behind him, before creeping you behind you. Then, suddenly, he jumps up on the bed and puts his hands on your tummy, tickling away. You look up at him angrily and push him off you, making him open his mouth in shock.

“Heyyy, I’m sorry, I’m just messing about… just happy to finally see you”, he says happily and leans in for a kiss, but you lean back and look at him. He sits down, genuinely hurt at your reluctance.

“Should I… leave?”, he says quietly, like he’s afraid of the answer. But instead of giving him one, you explain your worries.

“Tate… we got turbulence… really really bad”. He softly takes your hands and kisses your knuckles, slightly calmed down by the fact you’re not mad at him.

“I know it’s scary, but it happens, baby”

“No…no… I thought I might die”, you pull your hands away from him. “Tate, what if I died? Away from the house?”. Your voice gets louder and shakier, and tears fill your eyes. Tate quickly swoops you onto his lap and wraps his hands tightly around you.

“What… is our future? We can’t move out together… we-…”, you are interrupted by Tate shushing you, and holding your face so you look at him.

“Stop worrying so much about the future, I just want to be with you now”, Tate says. Every word that comes out of his mouth drips with sadness and worry, but his eyes look hopeful and… in love.

Kit

-Comes up behind you and softly talks to you, to not scare you

-Stands behind you and wraps his arms around you

-Kisses your cheek or your shoulder

-Wipes or kisses your tears away

-Suggests doing something together like watching a film

-Cuddles you throughout and makes sure you’re watching and not distracted

-Insists you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to

-A few days after you being upset, he would subtly try to talk to you about what you were upset about

-Always up for ways to be a better husband and ways to improve the relationship

---- Taking a step towards the fridge, you slip slightly on the butter you dropped earlier. You manage to hold onto the counter and not fall completely, but groan loudly in annoyance. Today wasn’t your day. You wipe the floor clean and get eggs out of the fridge, and as you take one out of the carton, you are greeted with the sound of the front door opening, and your husband entering. You turn around and he gives you a big warm smile. You manage to return the smile, and you focus on cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl. “Whatchu makin’, Miss Walka?”, he questions.

“Cupcakes, red velvet, your favourite”, you say with a monotone voice. You crack the egg into the bowl and sigh loudly when a part of the shell falls in. Kit walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you fish the shell out of the bowl. He kisses your shoulder lovingly, watching you stir the bowl, and lets out a breathy laugh when some of the flour spills out and falls on the floor.

“Lemme get that, clutz”, Kit laughs, and bends down to wipe the floor with a towel. But once he stands back up and goes to kiss your cheek, he notices the tears in your eyes and immediately squeezes you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey”, he warmly coos, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know it’d upset you”. Guilt fills your heart when you hear Kit blaming himself.

“It’s not that”, you sniffle into his chest, “I can’t seem to get anything right today”. You look up at the ceiling, refusing to cry over spilled flour. Kit looks down at you with a worried expression and cups your cheek. He kisses your nose and rubs your back, and all the subtle, sweet and loving gestures together make you cry. You quickly push your face against his chest and breathe in his scent, hoping to calm down. Kit doesn’t judge you, instead rests his head against yours and continues to rub your back. You take a deep breath of Kit’s aroma and can’t help but feel safer and protected. A combination of his muscly arms wrapped around you and his manly smell feels like home.

 Kyle

-At first, he’d solely try to cheer you up and hope it’s nothing major

-"Heyyyy, what’s with the tears, hm?”

- Rub your back and ask what’s wrong

-Wouldn’t take “fine”, or “it’s nothing” for an answer

-He’d squat down next to your bed and look at you as you told him

-He’d listen carefully and keep strong eye contact as you told him, to show he’s listening

-Would stroke your cheek as you told him and wipe any tears away

-Would suggest going to a party or going out bowling or doing something fun

- “I don’t want you in your bed rotting away in sadness, let’s go ice-skating”

-But if you wanted to, he would definitely have a movie night

- “Hey since we’re going to watch a whole loada movies anyway, how about Star Wars?... Hey hey no don’t cry”

Franken Kyle

-Would come and sit with you

-Touch your tears and then look at his finger

-He wouldn’t know what’s happening but he’d know it’s bad

-He’s point at your watery eye

-Look at you concerned

----

You sob quietly into your pillow and take deep breathes, trying to calm yourself down. It was the afternoon, and you knew it was soon time to make some dinner for Kyle, and make sure he eats it. You loved him with every inch of your soul, and you didn’t mind taking care of him, but sometimes it felt you were raising him. The pressure of shaping him to be a member of society sometimes got to you too much, but always let it slide. After so long of it rotting inside you, the built-up pressure and guilt overflowed and you couldn’t help but spend a minute crying. You sniffle quietly and soon see the door very slowly open, and Kyle’s blank expression peeking out. You smile at him and quickly sit up, and as he closes the door and walks towards you, you try to wipe all of your tears to not concern him. He looks at your face closely with furrowed and intrigued eyebrows and points at your tear-filled eye. You sniffle and put your hand on his shoulder.

“These are called ‘tears’, Ky”, you gently explain to him. He knew a few words, and though communication wasn’t the biggest issue, it took him a while to get comfortable using new words, and he got frustrated very easily when he got things wrong. Looking at him open his mouth and his dry lips tremble, your heart shattered, knowing that he has so much to say but struggles to express himself. A tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek, and you sigh softly. Kyle cups your cheek with his warm hand and looks at you.

“T-Tears…mm…bad”, he grunts, “No…tears”. He wipes your tear with his thumb and puts his arm around you. You melt against his soft skin and can’t help but smile, reassured that you’re doing your job right.

 Jimmy

-He’d focus on cheering you up rather than listening

-He’d keep making jokes to lighten the mood

-He’d just want to see you smile rather than fix the problem

-He would cuddle you though

-And he’d stroke your hair and back

-Might tell you about his day to distract you, or tell you a story

-Subtle compliments

-“You’re too pretty to be upset”

- “What does my princess have to be sad about?”

- “Who upset my little girl? Does somebody need a Jimmy Darling ass-kicking?”

----

The warmth of Jimmy’s hands rubbing your back comforts you, as you push your face against his chest and sniffle into it softly. He pulls the blanket from the end of the bed over both of you and puts his head on top of yours. He gently shushes against your head and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself.

“Hey, look at me doll”, he says softly, and looks down at you. You wipe your face against his shirt and look up at him, making him grimace and laugh.

“I know this shirt is white, but I think you’re confusing it with a tissue”.

You can’t help but laugh, looking at the massive wet stain on Jimmy’s chest. Jimmy smiles down at you, finally seeing your beautiful smile, and pulls you back into his chest. He places a tender kiss on the top of your head, knowing that this too, will pass.  

 James

- “Darling, has something upset you?”

-Would not take no for an answer, even if you really didn’t want to talk about it

- “Who’s responsible for your tears? I demand an answer…the person to upset my Queen must pay”

-If you weren’t upset at somebody and just had a bad day, he’d ask to cuddle

- “Physical contact always comforts you; shall we engage in affection?”

-He’d hesitantly stroke your hair as you cried into his chest

-If you explained why you were upset, he would have an intense conversation with you about it

-If you were insecure for example, he would sit you up and look into your eyes and tell you how incredible you are

-Not softly, though

----

James’ eyes wander around the room, desperately searching for the right things to say to try and comfort you, as you gently sniffled against his chest. He holds his hands on your lower back while you straddle him, and he occasionally slides his finger across your cheek and wipes your tears against the bed. The silence of your sadness kills James, and he speaks up.

“I simply do not understand how you could look in the mirror, wearing that dress, and not fall in love”

You sigh softly and close your eyes, knowing you already explained it to him when he walked in on you trying it on, upset in the mirror at how you filled the dress.

“I look terrible, it’s such an important night, such a gorgeous dress, and I’m ruining everything”, you whimper. “I might as well not go at all… just go to Devil’s night tomorrow by yourself. I don’t want to ruin your birthday by you having to show up with me”.

The self-depreciating words about your appearance make James gasp and push you back to face him. He cups your face with both hands and looks you deep in your emerald/ ocean colored/ chocolate/ grey /hazelnut eyes.

“Nonsense darling!”, he says, looking at you with puppy eyes and pleading eyebrows. “I simply must be accompanied to Devil’s night by my beautiful bride”. You exhale softly and look at him, knowing how much this means to James.

“When I first laid my eyes on you, I felt immediate infatuation”, he says softly, hoping to make you melt. “If you had told me that the gorgeous woman blessing my hotel with her presence will one day become Mrs. March, I wouldn’t have believed you, and I would have sent Iris to buy a lottery ticket”.

Although the sweet words made you smile, you found it hard to believe that you landed such an incredible man, and that he was that in love with you.

“Thank you, Jimmy”, you reply, hoping to see James smile. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he frowns. “It breaks my heart to know that you don’t believe me”.

You lean into his hand and close your eyes for a second.

“I’m sorry, my self-esteem is all over the place. I have better and worse days”.

“As we all, darling. But somebody like you shouldn’t question their worth, even on the worst of days”. James places a passionate kiss on your trembling lips, and pulls you into his chest.

 Kai

-He would enjoy seeing you upset, mainly because every weakness is an opportunity for growth

-But also it’d turn him on

-He wouldn’t be soft on you, put his arm around you, or even squat next to you

-He’s sit by you and make you talk yourself out of being upset

-If you learned into to hug him, he’d refuse

-He’d insist that you can resolve this yourself

-He’d tell you that he’s proud of you once you did overcome it

-If you solved the problem or talked yourself out of it, but were still gloomy for the day, then he might be a little softer

-Not physically but he’d give you a few compliments to cheer you up

- “I knew you’d be able to solve this yourself”

----

You sit on the sofa with your head in your hands, looking at the ground. Tears fill your eyes, and your heart feels like it’s shrinking. You blink hard and watch the tears fall to the ground, and sink into the carpet, leaving tiny wet patches. In the silent basement, with your tears splashing and quiet weeps being the only sound, you heard immediately as Kai walked down the stairs, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, knowing that he would never console you. Although you knew Kai very well, and knew that he didn’t really have a soft side, you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence, and when he sits down next to you on the couch, you look up at him and put your arms around him. But as usual, he leans away from the hug and holds your wrists. He lays them gently on your lap and looks at you, with slight concern in his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”, he whispers to you.

“I’m worried that you’ll leave me…for somebody better”, you reply, trying to keep your cries at bay, knowing Kai can’t stand sniffling and sobbing.

“Somebody better”, he echoed.

“Somebody w-with views like yours… somebody you could talk to better than you can with me”

“You’re scared I’ll leave you for somebody with views like mine”

“I mean… I know you’re not dating me for my views and they’re n-not that important but…maybe”, you explain yourself. Though Kai wasn’t saying anything new, repeating your sad words to you made you realize how they sounded.

“I know it’s unreasonable”, you continue, “But I’m insecure”. He hums listening to you and shakes his head slowly, watching you wipe your tears. Ever since dating Kai, you always felt like you needed validation from him for everything. Even the way you felt. So, despite him not asking, you go on mumbling about your insecurities.

“I know y-you love me but- ”, you hesitate. You look up at him with your sad pleasing eyes and he gives you a loving and reassuring smile. You look into his eyes and whisper, “no buts”. He smiles wider at you and puts his arm around you.

“I knew there was no reason for me to intervene”, he says softly and cups your cheek. “You talked yourself out of it, all by yourself”. He rubs your tears with his thumb and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Perhaps Divine Ruler did have a soft side after all.

[admiringlove]

“woah, you’re cute.”

— welcome to sam’s brewery, where we commemorate reaching 500 customers! this event lasts for one week, and will only take up to twenty orders(as above that can become quite overwhelming).

+order: hi love! for your event i would like to request “woah you’re cute” + itadori yuuji! in which they meet for the first time and it’s kinda awkward but like cute if that makes sense?? [submitted by @luvmegumi​]

+word count: 0.7k

+author’s notes: ahh thank you ky my love <33 i hope you like this 🥺 here is the link to the event masterlist.

Itadori Yuuji didn't know why or how he made so many trips to this particular convenience store. 

Wait, actually, he did. He just doesn't like to admit it because it makes him blush. The first time he walked in here, it was three in the morning. He had come back from a mission a few hours ago. His limbs hurt from running around so much, and he'd been laying down and staring at the ceiling mindlessly. He'd gotten up in the middle of the night when his stomach grumbled loudly and walked to the convenience store. 

He grabs his usual—a spicy chicken noodle ramen and two bottles of orange soda. He trudged himself towards the counter in his half-asleep state with some cash in his pocket, and he placed the items on the counter. 

"That would be 1000 yen," he heard a softer voice than he was used to at this place, and that was what made him look up at the cashier. He definitely didn't expect someone who's his age(someone his age who's also very adorable looking), and through his half-lidded eyes and fast-beating heart, he says, "Woah, you're cute."

You giggle at his words smally as he places the cash on the counter and takes the bag from you. He doesn't know if it's the sleep deprivation, but your voice seemed almost angelic to him at the moment. He smiled to himself, blinking profusely as he left the shop to keep himself awake, with the image of you smiling ingrained in his mind.

He comes here almost every single day now. After learning that you're a high-school student too, who works here part-time at night for easy money, he's changed his sleep schedule a bit so he can meet you every day. He makes sure to buy something every day though—whether it be a pack of chewing gum or a pack of chips. 

Yuuji likes hearing your voice. Now he's sure that it wasn't the sleep deprivation but just his ears and mind telling him that you truly did sound angelic. You'd protested against his claims a lot in your friendship of six months, saying that your voice wasn't as glorious as he made it sound. But he'd do something dumb every time as an attempt to prove you wrong(like playing a game of rock-paper-scissors, and he was somehow exceptional at it). 

His personality intrigued you. He was fun to talk to, and he was the type of person who could carry a conversation and continue it for hours—which you were thankful for because he was the sole reason of you being awake in that small convenience store in the middle of the night. Itadori Yuuji was like a hearth; he made you feel calm and somehow enthralled at the same time. He drew the attention of people wherever he went because of his ever-growing light and warmth, and he was simply like kindle-able fire. 

You admired him for coming back for the particular reason of giving you company in your horrible shift. You hated giving up your sleep, but you're glad you're doing it for Itadori's pleasant company. It was funny at first—seeing a boy your age come into this shop every night to buy the smallest of things until one day he asked for your number, and you understood, that he came here for you. 

He was bold, you'd give him that. 

He was so bold that he'd throw mindless yet flirty compliments at you without batting an eye(they'd make you blush profusely, but you'd look away and fake typing in something into the computer at the desk), and the fact that he was so genuine about it was what made your heart flutter. 

You didn't know much about the strawberry blond boy with incredibly soft eyes, but you knew that he had secured a spot in your heart for himself. 

You couldn't blame him though. Because you knew, that he had done the same for you too. These things were left unsaid, as slowly the duration of his visits grew longer. The chatter about movies slowly turned into "I love you's" and as college came around, his arm would be linked with yours, vowing to never leave. 

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[lostsoulaltair]

OnS Theories (21S). Twelfth Theory - Progenitors United

Hello everyone, this is a new theory I’ve been meaning to write for a while, I honestly took a small break before returning due to some issues going at home but it looks like they’re turning in a good note, nevertheless, this theory was a request made by @roxxy-ll​  therefore, let’s begin!

P.S: Theories are held within a neutral view and ships are excluded

The last time the Vampire Progenitors were seen was around chapter 91 and chapter 92, in said chapters, they rescued Rigr Stafford from getting killed by Ferid Bathory:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 91

In said chapter, Urd managed to protect Rigr but not out of feeling pity for him but rather because despite Rigr leaving the vampire council, he is still considered as a “brother” by Urd Geales along the fact that he has the answers the Progenitors seek.

But in order to make this negotiations, Ky and Lest were very aware that Rigr still had tricks hidden within him, which of course they countered by taking certain decisions:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 92

Considering that Rigr was heavily injured after Ferid ambushed, it gave the perfect opportunity for the Progenitors to capture him and proceed with the interrogation and punishment, but then, the question arises, why did Urd protect Rigr?

The answer to this might seem at first glance that it is for business character purpose but in fact, there’s depthness to it, what do I mean?

For so many years, the Progenitors were kept in the dark, and the very first one to step aside from it was Rigr Stafford; he was the first one to leave the Council in order to understand what exactly the First was aiming for, what he planned and why he left the Council in charge of the 2nd Progenitors; and within this, the one that followed suit in order to learn more about the darkness beneath the First was Krul Tepes.

But after that, the other Progenitors decided to stick by the laws left by the First Progenitor, therefore, why does the title of this theory refer to a possible common goal?

If many might recall, back in chapter 68 Krul Tepes talked with Urd, Ky and Lest about the things the First did to her and her brother which was left in a mysterious cliffhanger, such event only lead for the Progenitors to take one decision after several centuries of staying there without a single drop of resolution:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 68

Indeed, the Progenitors after being kept in the dark, they started wondering what exactly happened within that time of darkness, that time they were blinded by their undenying trust towards the First Progenitor, and the fact that Rigr Stafford was found weakened only gave them an opportunity that couldn’t be missed, what do I mean?

Correct. The Progenitors aren’t only seeking Rigr to capture him but they want to learn why exactly he left, what made him take such serious decision millenials ago in order to reach the current point he is.

But within this, why is it even considered as a possibility that they might end up uniting again?

Despite the differences and lifestyles they chose to take, the Progenitors are very aware that the change of the World wasn’t done by humans alone, they had the support of someone with vast knowledge about the dark arts the very First Progenitor forbid them to investigate or research even since it was stablished as a taboo by him.

But with how things have ended, the Progenitors are left with one sole purpose and that is to get the answers they seek not only from the First but they do want to know why exactly he made the world like that which only leads to the next scenario, what do I mean?

Indeed, it only leads to the scenario on which Rigr and the Progenitors will unite in order to fight against the final thread the world has to face before utter destruction arrives.

But how can I state that? Is there a proof to support this?

In fact, there is. The Progenitors are actually aware that nothing’s right specially after they heard the “Death Wail” of a former vampire:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 92

After they heard a painful scream filled with grief and agony, Urd wondered whose voice was, and what exactly was happening which only implies that they are wondering what else can come within such maddening world with almost no life left.

The possibility of them talking together as vampires or rather as how once the Vampire Council was, is likely to take after the afternath of the awakening of the Demon Mikaela; it’s very possible that Urd, Lest and Ky took Rigr in order to understand the situation of the events and how they’re tied to the First Progenitor, the sire that left them due to his own personal gain.

Despite the looks of it, it’s clear that nothing will stay like it used to, the vampires got determination and if it means getting answers, they’ll have to break the taboos to understand what they’re fighting against.

What do you think dear readers? How do you think this might end? Will they work together once again or will they seek answers on their own?

Let me know what you think!

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[lauraxvardhamana]

for: @ricardoperezesq​​ location: abandoned warehouse/ravi’s 29th date: february 13

The warehouse is a cacophony of loud noise, each grating against each other. Music is still thrumming through the large, cavernous space, hitting a discordant note against the screams and sound of people rushing and racing, in an attempt to get to safety as gunshots fire off, one after the other. The non lights are still aglow, and the glittering refracting light cast by the disco balls still dances against the walls, but it’s not enough to take away from the chaos. From the percussive din of violence gradually filling the space, threatening to overwhelm every other sense. But Kyung-Soon is sober minded and clear headed as she sets down the untouched flute of champagne she’d been carrying the entire night to servers to stop offering her a drink. 

Her heart flutters in her chest and she tells it to be still, to steel her nerves against any panic that threatens to settle in and make a home in her. She makes a plan, quick and haphazardly thrown together though it may be, and she begins to make her way down the steps from the small balcony-like area she’s been occupying above the scene for a bit. The warehouse may have been abandoned but the bones were still there – the sides full of railed ledges and balconies – catwalks of sort that she assumes were used to access massive ships or machinery once upon a time. 

But as Ky starts her way down, there’s a loud bang of a gun shot too close or comfort and she presses her back to the wall as a cry sounds from below. And then another shot sounds off and she balls her hands into fists, sharp nails digging into palms as she eyes the steps leading to the first floor, one step closer to the exit. But then she hears the weapon discharge again and her eyes are drawn to the next flight of metal steps leading to a level higher. 

She struggles for a minute, lips pressed together as she squeezes her eyes shut, everything going silent for one single moment of concentration. Are you really going to do this? She asks herself. She wrestles with the answer for a beat, the desire to say no and turn on her heels threatens to overwhelm her but Kyung-Soon’s discipline over self is something she prides herself in. Letting out a sharp hiss of breath between teeth. Are you really going to do this? She repeats the question to herself before starting up the steps, quiet as a fox on the hunt.

It takes an iron will not to jump at the sight of the body behind one of the columns running directly from the ceiling of the warehouse through each consecutive balcony to the concrete floor. His attire says he’s a waiter, and the package of cigarettes discarded beside him say that he hadn’t even been able to light one before whatever happened to him happened. Some unbidden knowledge prompts her to press two fingers to his throat, searching for a pulse and, only when she finds it, does she taking another breath. Kyung-Soon peers out from behind the column, seeing the back of a man firing into the crowd like he was a god casting down judgement. 

She feels her heartbeat pick up again as she quells the slight tremor in her hands. Hands that are as steady as a surgeons, ones that have never betrayed her. She won’t let them now. Balling them into fists once more, she opens them to slips off one red-soled heel and then another. Even in the face of danger, Kyung-Soon is practical, she’s cunning and the grates lining the path between her and the man spell disaster. That’s as much planning as she allows herself, knowing full well that what she’s about to do is the definition of everything she rejects: impulsive, reckless, unplanned. No certainty of outcome. 

Her feet want to run to safety or at the very least stay planted where they are, but Ky is the master of her mind, her body, her spirit –– and nothing else determines her actions but herself. She slams the door shut on fear and tosses the key before she can stop herself. Ky throws herself from behind the column, launching herself at the sniper-like figure as he raises his gun to fire again. She doesn’t know if a sound leaves her mouth as she latches onto his back, velvet-clad arms and legs wrapping around him, one arm going around his neck, the other going for the gun in his hand. The only things she hears is the beat of her heart, the blood rushing past her ears in a steady rhythm, both seeming to say survive, survive, survive.