#Tema Time

[katherineeverything]

The party gathered at last; wits and blades sharp. Some fast-traveled, some flew, and at least one of us needed a long rest, but somehow we gathered this incredible Baldur’s Gate 3 group at Anime Los Angeles. Which one of us do you think is plotting a durge run?

Photography by: @androthekim0131

Halsin: @ultimateh3ro Gale: @tema_time Shadowheart: @merobyte Minthara (and Us) : @katherine_everything Karlach: @tealeaf.cosplay Dame Aylin: @seori.cos Isobel: @tokii.mon Minsc: @captnred88 Withers: @cosnoplay Volo: @cadertot.cosplay Scratch: @incendia.l3x

[jewishcissiekj]

for pRIde month I'm going to stop using autocorrect. also draw queer characters. open to suggestions (Star Wars or not just give me characters to draw idk)

[supernova-rsrcs]

Y que por fin me hago mi bruja y termino con la ficha más puto eterna. Que se arme el rolcito turbio, con Magnus no basta jeje

Cunt is served with Rowena Sangriffe

[froynlaventje]

The second try at playing the Parviflorum family starts with chimes. Ardisia is pregnant again.

Tema Cooke (Strongarm) walks by and Helictotrichor greets her. She ends up talking with Ardisia until late at night, the two pregnant women really seem to like eachother.

Disporum grows up to childhood and his biggest want is to become friends with big sister Bumelia.

The next day Conopholis spots Sanjay Ramaswami walking by and runs out to greet him.

Helicto has been enjoying himself by catching bugs but it seems the bugs have decided they don't want to be caught anymore.

Apparantly Abhishek came along with his father Sanjay and he and Disporum seem to like eachother.

Helicto remembers he can make some food for himself on the hot rocks outside (toy oven). And after that all the kids will use it a lot for the rest of the round.

Silphinum and Tiarella grow up to toddlers. Silphinum is the first of the children to inherit Ardisia's blonde hair! The rest are all redheads so far.

Linum and Disporum have dinner together just after midnight on Thursday.

And in the morning Ardisia gives birth to triplets again! The boy is called Poncirus and the two girls are called Alternanthera and Dandranthema.

The next few days are spent taking care of kids and gardening, and Saturday is here. Ardisia and Conopholis now have nine children so having lunch together seems like a luxury, even if they are standing up while eating.

Sunday night Dandranthema and Alternanthera become toddlers and Poncirus turns out to be our second blonde haired toddler boy.

On Monday morning Ardisia and Conopholis try for another baby without success. Ardisia wants to have ten children so they are only one child away from reaching this goal.

The round ends in complete chaos, with six unhappy toddlers and lots of crying.

[lkluvsu]

quevedo do you know you have thirty minutes??? yeahhh thirty minutes!!!!

[luiwritings]

Cuando Jarrik te menciona indirectamente en un post:

[manaosdeuwu]

i used to draw genderbends of myself until i connected the dots and was like. Ohhh. okay

[evadingreallife]

The relationship between my old temi di italiano and death and its meanings can be so morbid at times

[trabandovidas]

I love how Uruguayans are all like "ugh i can't understand shit in portuguese, i can't even form a proper sentence" and Brazilians are like "ugh i can't understand shit in spanish, i can't even form a proper sentence", and that is both said with frustration and the fucking deep desire to speak the other's language

But then you have this annual happening ?? where we go and take university level (!!!) classes in the other's language, and go to talks and academic conferences given entirely in the other's language and we go to the other's country and give them conferences in our language and we are all like, "ugh, ah, fuck, i can't speak shit in portuguese/ spanish, i'm so sorry i can't even form a proper sentence, I don't wish to inconvenience you, i just. can't :(" and the other one is all like "ye, ye, ye, don't worry, you just speak in your tongue, i can understand you, don't worry, i can't speak spanish/portuguese either, i don't even understand shit of it either. But i completely understand you giving me this university level class tho!, yeah no problem <3" like ???? sir???

[iviarellereads]

The Great Hunt, Chapter 2 - The Welcome

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Wheel of Time, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

(Flame of Tar Valon icon)(1) In which someone has the WORST possible timing.

PERSPECTIVE: Rand, as everyone in the halls is talking about the imminent Amyrlin's arrival. Some ask whether Rand is going to clean up, since the Amyrlin will surely want to talk to him and his friends.

When Rand gets to the rooms he shares with Mat and Perrin, there are servants clearing all their clothing out of their storage chests, making sure that anything in the pockets is left behind. Rand demands to know what they're doing, and Elansu  the shatayan(2) of the keep informs him that Moiraine said all their clothes were worn out, and the Lady Amalisa had new clothes made for all of them.

He swallowed what he had been going to say; there was no time for arguing. The Amyrlin Seat could be sending for him at any minute. “Honor to the Lady Amalisa for her gift,” he managed, after the Shienaran way, “and honor to you, Elansu Shatayan. Please, convey my words to the Lady Amalisa, and tell her I said, heart and soul to serve.” That ought to satisfy the Shienaran love of ceremony for both women. “But now if you’ll pardon me, I want to change.” “That is well,” Elansu said comfortably. “Moiraine Sedai said to remove all the old. Every stitch. Smallclothes, too.” Several of the women eyed him sideways. None of them made a move toward the door.

Shienarans have no nudity taboo, they bathe communally and observe no rank when they do so. Even so, all the women have discovered Rand's embarrassment at being around naked women and teased him to the point of him having to bathe at odd hours when nobody else would be awake.(3)

Rand swears he'll pass the clothes out if they'll leave. Every stitch. He undresses and washes in the basin quickly. When he opens his wardrobe, he gawps like a fish. A dozen coats of finest wool, three shirts for every coat, made in fine linen and silk,(4) and two fine cloaks. He's only ever had a single cloak his whole life.

One cloak was plain, stout wool and dark green, the other deep blue with a stiff-standing collar embroidered in gold with herons . . . and high on the left breast, where a lord would wear his sign. . . . His hand drifted to the cloak of its own accord. As if uncertain what they would feel, his fingers brushed the stitching of a serpent curled almost into a circle, but a serpent with four legs and a lion’s golden mane, scaled in crimson and gold, its feet each tipped with five golden claws.(5) His hand jerked back as if burned. Light help me! Was it Amalisa had this made, or Moiraine? How many saw it? How many know what it is, what it means? Even one is too many. Burn me, she’s trying to get me killed. Bloody Moiraine won’t even talk to me, but now she’s given me bloody fine new clothes to die in!

The serving woman knocks and Rand rushes his old clothes out. Realizing he's still naked and she's about to come in and "make sure" he's giving up everything, he pushes the clothes out the door and closes it again, making the women laugh. He dresses quickly, noting how well everything fits, and ponders how much to take with him. He's gotten used to wearing clean clothes again, after so long on the road. He stuffs as much as he can into his saddlebags, then wraps the fancy cloak, sigil side in, around some of the rest. He can pick out the stitching when he gets a chance.(6) He leaves most of the clothes in the wardrobe, so there's something to make people think he'll come back.

From a small box meant for firewood, he removes another bundle, Thom's cloak and instruments. He takes that,(7) and slings his sword and quiver of arrows around his waist. He tries to look casual as he walks the halls, but he knows he looks like he's fleeing. He can't help himself on the way, though, and he slips into the courtyard, to try to get a glimpse of the Amyrlin. He sees Warders, and Aes Sedai, for certain. Fourteen of them, at least! There's a formal welcoming ceremony, and Rand rushes out.

He runs to the stable, and the groom, Tema, asks what he can help my Lord with. Rand insists he's not a lord, but the al' in his name looks so similar to the al' that marks Lan the king of Malkier, that nobody believes him.(8) Rand asks that his horse be saddled, and Tema says he can't, pained by the shame of being unable to fulfill a command. Lord Agelmar ordered that no horse may leave any stable in the keep, and all the gates are closed. Nobody can leave or enter.

But, Tema adds, the Lord should be happy! The Amyrlin seat is here, and will surely be sending for him and his friends now.

Rand breaks into a run. He has to find another way out.(9)

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(1) So, probably related to saidar and its uses and users, but particularly the one who bears the same name. (2) No small resemblance to "chatelaine", the female keeper of a castle. Today we're more familiar with a fancy house's staff being headed by a butler and a head housekeeper, or hotel service being overseen by a concierge. Chatelaine is in that sort of family of roles, typically hereditary, not necessarily noble but not quite common either. We still might call a certain kind of keychain (worn like a belt with all your keys, a changepurse, and little tools you might call an everyday carry kit) a chatelaine to this day derived from the role. (3) The whole "women teasing Rand for being embarrassed" thing is a repeated theme, you may notice, I think I touched on it in a summary somewhere in book 1. At any rate, this is at least a nominally matriarchal world. It's not an exact opposite to patriarchy, but there are elements of that straight-flip involved, to the detriment of critical thought about what matriarchies usually look like in practice. It makes some people uncomfortable in the "I don't want to have my assumptions challenged" way, and it makes some people uncomfortable in the "this is also not a good society" way. I find it a little bit refreshing, myself, even with the flaws in the societal setup around the whole thing. A lot of things Jordan does with gender dynamics throughout the series is done deliberately to draw attention to how fucked up it is when men do similar things to women, fictional or real. I can appreciate what he was going for, 99% of the time. Still, on the one hand, rude of them to not respect the cultural mores of an honoured visitor and kinda sexual harassment to do what they do. On the other, nudity taboos are… I mean, they're not inherently dangerous, but they're so often attached to dangerous origins and concepts, y'know what I mean? And I'm not sure how much sense they'd make for a culture like the Duopotamians.

(4) Is it time for a nitpick? It's time for a nitpick. So historical fashion is kind of a very amateur hobby of mine, I follow a lot of youtube channels for it. Linen? Is not a particularly fancy fabric historically speaking. Even the poor and working classes were typically clothed in linen as a base layer for its absorbency, with wool on top. Cotton was in use to some degree, particularly where it grew around the Mediterranean, but it's a tropical plant. Flax has a MUCH wider range it can grow in, so it could be grown and processed fairly locally, reducing the cost of linen. In fairness, most fabrics can be made rougher and finer, and the narration does specify fine linen and silk. Today, cotton is considered common because of centuries of particularly the American cotton industry producing cheaply because of slavery and crowding other fabrics out of popularity because cotton was easier to dye and print even if it didn't last as long. So, the modern ubiquity of cotton might give some people a distorted view of what was truly common several centuries ago. It's a damned crime that linen isn't still more common and cheaper than it is, because it's superior in so many ways. (Look up how the American cotton industry is SO heavily subsidized to this day that the US subsidizes and pressures other countries' cotton and encourages disposing of excess production, just to maintain cotton's market dominance. This is the short version of this rant, I'm not even going into all the adjacent stuff except to say that much.) (5) That's some very fine detail in that embroidery. Interesting that either Moiraine or Amalisa has had the Dragon emblem embroidered into Rand's cloak, and nobody seems to know what it is or means but him. It's been 3000 years, after all, since the Dragon banner flew. (6) This is where I throw my head back and laugh. I've picked my share of stitching, you need the right tool and so much more patience than you'd expect. (7) I'm having trouble conceptualizing the scale of these bundles. There's a whole harp and flute, probably several days worth of clothes, a fancy wool cloak BESIDES the gleeman's which, I have a wool cloak, that shit doesn't fold up as tiny as you might hope it will. Anyway, I'm glad the text shortly notes that there's no way anyone doesn't think he means to stay gone, because that's a LOT of stuff to carry before you even start thinking of food. (8) The part where Rand has trouble convincing anyone he's not a king or at least a prince is funny, because we see similar things in our world. What means one thing in this language sometimes means something entirely different in another, despite sounding the same. It's a fictional example, but this makes me think of the way that ASOIAF uses "Your Grace" for royalty, when we use "Majesty" or whatever, and "grace" is reserved for… dukes or something, I cba to look it up. Regardless, there are surely other real world examples I can't think of right now, too. (9) Rand has, unfortunately, left his escape much too late. Even an hour ago, he might have managed it, but alas.

[olaitapetininga]

Olímpia receberá em setembro o BIGGERLAND FESTIVAL, evento inédito de música eletrônica para celebrar os 10 anos da tradicional festa BIGGER

Para comemorar uma década de criação da tradicional festa BIGGER, o grupo Super Festas e a Brighton Experience Agência de Viagens e Turismo, empresa pioneira em oferecer serviços turísticos para a comunidade LGBTQIAPN+, anunciam o lançamento do BIGGERLAND FESTIVAL, evento inédito de música eletrônica no Brasil que, entre os dias 15 a 17 de setembro deste ano, terá como palcos o Hot Beach Park e…

[zg0nuwa]

𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 ; “𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬”

had this silly little thought where you ask miguel a bunch of questions about the multiverse

miguel o’hara x gn!reader

warnings ; this is stupid, miguel is confused, mentions of pregnancy/having a kid, my spanish knowledge is below zero so i used google (feel free to correct me)

“ what did you just ask me? ”

“ i asked what would happen if two people - ” you were pestering miguel with questions about the multiverse for the past hour or so. at first it was a basic conversation regarding what were canon events and how are they established, how the portals work and all the other boring stuff.

“ i heard you the first time. just- where did you get that question from? ”

“ don’t tell me you’ve never wondered how it would work if for example we were to have a kid. like, we’re from different universes. i’m just curious what would happen to the kid in this predicament. ” if you were anybody else he would probably just glare at you and go on with his work but due to your position in his heart he just stood there, absolutely mortified at the example you just provided.

in all honesty you weren’t even that much into the topic but being able to bother miguel just a little and watch him scrunch up his nose whenever you mentioned something that would probably classify you as mentally deranged was your favorite hobby.

“ dios por favor dame fuerza*. no, actually i’ve never thought about that. also that example was really uncalled for. ” he thanked his past self for making the office so dimly lit. if it was any brighter in here he’s 97% sure you would be able to see how his neck and ears go all red.

“ so you admit you don’t know what would happen? ”

“ sí, ahora ¿podemos cambiar el tema?* ”

“ okay, okay… there’s actually one more thing i was curious about. ” miguel only sighed and looked at you with an unimpressed expression.

“ should i be scared? ” at this point he had no idea what to expect, in fact he kinda expected anything. and his imagination was not helping him. you looked up at him with those big pleading eyes that at the same time were full of mischief.

“ if, for example, we were to start dating, would that make me you know… kind of a pedophile..? ” there was an awkward silence and the look he had was to be described only with the sentence “what the fuck”

“ what on god’s green earth are you talking about? ”

“ i mean, you’re from year 2099 right? and im from 2023 in my universe. so that would kind of suggest that technically i would be in my 40s or 50s when you were born right? that just… kind of weird to think about i guess? ”

that, he did not expect in any of his wildest scenarios.

“ i’m going to lose my fucking mind. ” he slumped forward hiding his face in his hands.

“ aw come on miguel! it’s a genuine problem i’m thinking about here! ”

* god please give me strength

* yes, now can we change the subject?

[writingoddess1125]

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 3

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Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader

Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff

Buggy

It had been a week since Buggy had given you the talk about taking a 'Vacation with the boys' aka himself taking time away to help you raise the twins-

At first you didn't expect him to actually stick to it- it was a heavy order for anyone especially a pirate. However you had seen him silently preparing for the time off, piles of paperwork how payouts to his crew, budgeting for the time away and more.

It filled your heart in ways you never expected. Feeling joyful at him being so willing to do this for you and the twins. Speaking of the twins, they had been extra rambunctious it seemed. Clearly having enjoyed Buggy's time and attention too much and now that he was working that ment that the crew was at the twins mercy-

You never thought you'd see the day that the crew would miss Buggy's presents especially against two pre-teen boys.

"Miss (Y/N) can you please- Please Take the children" Cabaji said, His eyes sunken in and tired as he held Dee in one Arm and Bee in another. It seemed both had gotten into a fight again and Cabaji was in the middle.

"Of course" You giggle and thank the poor man, Taking your twins in your arms and bring them inside. Scolding both for being brats and getting them washed and fed for the night.

That night a storm rolled in. Rocking the Big Top and its crew inside, You sat there brushing out your boys hair in the Captian's quarters where you lived. The storm had set in thick, rocking the ship and pelting the crew with hail and icy rain. Buggy out on the main deck at the wheel as he yelled over the storm.

"Mom- I don't like the storms..." Dee whispered. Leaning against you as the ship rocked once again- Bee didn't say anything but his body language saying the same.

"I know sweety, but it's part of-"

"ENEMY SHIP ENEMY SHIP! ALL HANDS ON DECK!!" The announcement started from the speakers, you rising to your feet quickly as you heard the battle started.

"Boys you stay here and hide, Understand me?" You order, the twins nod quickly and do as said and hide under the bed. You grab a sword quickly and rush out the room, Locking it behind you with the key Buggy had given you.

You hold the sword as you see the first face of the enemy pirates rush down to the Lower Deck, Slicing through them with ease and continued up to the Main Deck Locking the door of the Lower Deck and rushing forward as more pirates approached you, You quickly defended yourself as you tried to stay close to the main doors. The rain pelting your skin and making it hard to see, A larger man approached with a axe. Swinging down he almost struck you as you slipped and managed to move away just in time.

"(Y/N)!!!"

Buggy yelled as he released his arms launching blades into the man's chest and knocking him back. As his arms returned to him a massive wave hit- Sending ocean water over the main deck, you saw this as the crash swept Buggy from the wheel. Running forward you grabbed Buggy sleeve and pulled him before he could be claimed by the rough waters, holding the wheel to keep from slipping.

Once the ship started to lean you pulled Buggy closer. Feeling his cough and regain his breath against you before climbing back up to the wheel to steady the rocking ship.

You saw the other shop fire more canons but the waves making them miss and fall short of the ship- The crew of the rival pirates starting to creak and splinter as the waves crashed against it.

"Retreat!!" A call of a rival pirate yelled, the temaing of their men trying to flee to the ship as the waves hit it. As the Ropes connecting the ships ripped Buggy turned hard, The backside of the ship smacking its offender as he tried to ride down the waves to clearer waters. Another massive wave came up and knocked the ship to its side, The Big Top groaning at the hit as it rode down the mountain of waves desperately.

You looked back to see the other ship heading into the opposite direction, the waves swallowing it from your perspective.

It was another 30 minutes before the storm softened enough to not be in danger. The crew both exhausted from the battle and storm it seemed, bodies of friend and foe being tossed overboard as the spinkle of rain washed the blood.

"You did good (Y/N).. Thank you" Buggy said softly, looking to you from the wheel of the ship. He looked rough- Soskes to the bone with his makeup running down his face.

"Of course" You said softly and giving him a equally tired smile.

"Captian! They got into the lower deck while the fight was happening!" Cabaji yelled out- Taking note of the damage that had been done. Your blood ran cold- Rushing from Buggy's side you ran down the stairs to the lower level, looking and seeing blood of a few fallen crewmates in the hall. Rushing to the Captian's quarters were you saw the splintered wood of the broken door, tears running down your cheeks as you felt your heart actually break. You frantically looked around- Sword still in hand as you stood in the room, it was destroyed. Blade slices through the pillows, furniture turned over.

"No- No No NO!" You screamed loudly, the reality hitting your chest making you scream out a sob.

Buggy rushed downstairs, seeing the splintered door and you sitting on the destroyed bedroom floor sobbing loudly. He ran to your side as his eyes frantically searching the envirment with the same fear as you.

"They are gone!" You sobbed, Buggy face turning to stone as he stood up- Tossing around the broken furniture and items in the room desperate to find evidence of them.

"FUCK!" He roared, anger filling his soul. He turned to your sobbing form and grabbed you by your shoulders- He looked like he wanted to scream at you but instead pulled you to his chest.

"We'll find them- There isn't any blood so they are alive" He said, it sounded like he was speaking more to himself then you.

"We'll Find them"

Shanks

It seemed Shanks had not been in Times good Graces. Not at all- What had expected to be a 6 month long Mission had been extended- drastically.

7 Years- 7 Years has Shanks been out to sea. From being turned into a Emperor of a sea, seeing the future of pirating and the slow steady crumble of the Goverment. Shanks had been stuck- but that didn't matter.. It was over at least for now-

Shanks felt his heart jumping as he saw the coast of the small village.

You stare at him shocked, before your face fell in a mixture of anger, sadness and some relief.

"You're back..." Was all you could mutter, Shanks surprised by your coldness. Awkwardly shifting on his feet.

"Well yeah! Of course I am! I came here to see You and Vivian" He said enthusiastically, you winced at his words and sighed.

Shanks feeling off about your attitude towards him- You gestured for him to follow you which he obediently did. Sitting at the dining room table

"Shanks I'm going to be honest with you- Vivian is not going to be very welcoming to you"

Shanks felt like you had just dumped cold water on him at saying this.

"What? No of course she will! I know it's been a while but I love her (Y/N) and she was my little gir-"

"For a few weeks... but that was years ago.. when she was 4 years old- Shes 11 and sees you as the dad that just packed up and left-" You said bluntly which made him bristle at the harsh words.

Shanks was ready to start in to argue till he heard the door open.

"Mom I'm home!" The sweetest voice he had ever heard called out to him. His eyes widened at this standing from his seat as he watched Vi make a appearance. In her school clothes still she had her hair in a ponytail and looked a bit scrapped up like she had been playing outside.

"Vivian" Shanks said softly, She turned her gaze to him and froze. Looking him up and down at first in shock- before her face scrunched up in a angry scowl. Adjusting her backpack she walked upstairs ignoring Shanks open arms as he stood there frozen in place.

"What the hell was that!?" He cried in shock as he turned back to you, you shrugged.

"I told you-"

Shanks stared at you in shock st this, before dashing out the back door in lightning speed. After 30 minutes he returned with a armful of gifts and marched upstairs to drop them off at her door. You knowing this wasn't going to fair well and offered him the guest room just like before.

Shanks had bought every gift he could think of- Every toy, outfit and more. All were refused and left back on his guest bed, The most he received was a cold glare from Vivian before she left the house for school or to do something away from home.

It had been 3 weeks already of Vivian giving him the cold shoulder or just being angry at him- He sat at your dining room table staring at the glass of rum he had barely sipped. Watching the liquid just float.

"When did she start hating me?..." He muttered, Hearing you chopping vegetables for dinner. You paused for a brief moment and sighed

"3 years after you left..." You admit, sliding the cut up carrot into the pot. Shanks laid his head on the table and watched you quietly, Clearly wanting you to continue.

"She waited for you. Everyday for those three years sitting on the docks... watching the horizon for you to return- and you never did... I guess finally her spirit broke and she resented you" Shanks winced at your words and rotated his face towards the wood.

He was silent for a while, before shifting up to his feet. Trying to Shank off the coming depression.

"I'll be back" He said softly, dismissing himself. His mind was racing with everything he could do, what he should have down and more. Sighing heavily as he walked towards the main town, but the sound of children caught his ear.

Following the sound he turned a corner to see a group of kids- at first he assumed they were playing till he saw a hair for a red hair and a busted up face. There stood Vivian, Her lip busted and eye starting to swell as she tried to scrap back against 4 other kids at once.

"Your Mom's a pirate whore!" A purple haired boy shouted as he pushed Vivian again, Her back hitting a trees but she stood once more.

"Don't talk about my Mom!" She screamed before punching the boy in the nose, He yelled out in pain as the other 3 kids began to jump her once more.

But before contact could be made all three were hiked up in the air by the back of their clothes. A awful feeling washing through them as this heavy pressure began to weigh on them-

Vivian looked up, seeing the ringleader standing to the side looked terrified as his 3 lackys were held up-

He looked like a demon to them all, his eyes practically glowing as he glared at the four children.

"4 little shits- wanting to jump my little girl- So ill say this now... You all better Fuck Off" The kids instantly began to cry, rhe ringleader wetting his pants and running away from the group. Shanks dropped the three and watched them scramble and run away as well. Vivian sitting on the ground still staring up at her father in awe, before trying to snap back to her irritation from before- Shanks reaching down and helping her up. But she refused him and stood on her own- Shanks sighed at this.

"Vivian- I know you want to keep ignoring me. But we need to talk" He said calmly, finally putting his foot down it seemed.

"Vi-" He said calmly as he grabbed her arm quickly before she could leave. She tried to pull his hands off angrily, Angry tears already welling up in her eyes.

"There is nothing to talk about!" She protested but Shanks didn't release his grip.

"You're mad at me I was gone so l-" She glared up at him, now tears filling her gaze and spill from her cheeks.

"I'm mad you left me!! I finally got a dad and you left me! You didn't want me anymore so you forgot about me!!" She screamed up at him, Shanks gently releasing his hand from her as he watched her.

Shanks slowly moved his cloak to the side revealing his blade, carefully with one hand undoing the tattered green ribbon and holding it out to Vivian. Her eyes widening at seeing it, and how despite the years he had held on to the old thing.

"...I never forgot you.. And I swear I never wanted to leave you Baby girl..."

"But you did!" She sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheek. He nodded, tears running down his own cheeks reached around her neck and pulling up a chain. It was the Coin of his Jolly Roger- hung around her neck this whole time. She crutched it in her fist angrily.

"I didn't want them to find you... to hurt you or your mother- S-So this was the best to protect you" He admitted through broken cries. Vivian stared at him Biting her lip in what was assumed in anger before she left forward and wrapped her arms around him.

Shanks sobbed in what could only be described as relief and fell to his knees. Wrapping his arm around her quickly, kissing the top of her head and face.

"I missed you so much- I thought of you everyday" He sobbed, holding his daughter close as she sobbed against him.

"Don't leave me again Dad... Please" She managed to choke out inbetween cries. Shanks nodding at her words as he held her tighter.

"I will never do it again... ever"

Mihawk

Mihawk had seemed to at least temporarily take residence in your tiny home for the past month. Having taken the couch to rest at night but spent quite a bit of time with both you and Alucare- you had grown uses to Mihawk presents in your home. It reminding you of a sort of family even if you and Mihawk weren't together.

You felt Mihawk gaze on you as you moved around the kitchen, he seemed to enjoy watching you. More precisely your hips- You felt warmth hit your cheeks as you continued to make breakfast. You open up the cabinets to grab the plates, which were a bit too high up for you. You jumped once but before you could do much else you felt a hand land on the small of your back and a presents behind you. Glancing up you see Mihawk grabbing the plates for you, you blush and accept the plates as he hands to you.

"Thank you Mihawk"

"No need to thank me (Y/N)" He said softly, a hint of a smile on his lips as he met your gaze. As you opened your mouth to say something sjddently a butterknife flew through the air and stuck in the wood 3 inches from Mihawk's face making both of you jump in surprise and you squeak out a hushed scream. Turning to see Alucare, still in his sleeping clothes hair a mess and sleep in his gaze staring at you two.

"Oops My hand slipped-"

You sighed at your son and place your hand on your hips walking towards him.

"We both know damn well that was no accident Alucare!" You scolded your son who stood there calming taking it, His eyes locked onto Mihawk who glared at the boy with vengeance.

After 30 minutes of being scolded you ordered Aluecare to get ready for the day as you finished breakfast. Mihawk instead going out to the grove of trees were he knew Alucare would come to train before heading to school- On cue Alucare made an appearance and smirked at the clearly grumpy man sharpening his sword.

"Blue Balls?-" Alucare chimed, earning another frightful glare from the Warlord.

"So you are doing it on purpose-" Mihawk grumbled, continuing to sharpen the blade and stare at his spawn.

"Doing what?" the teen chimed crossing his arms with a continued stoic face.

"She was a date of mine long before she was your mother-" Mihawk brought up, pointing a finger in the direction of the house were you where.

"Ah yes Im sure that alleyway is a great dating spot" He deadpanned which made Mihawk close his mouth in a firm line. Standing up and putting his sword away.

"If you keep this up lad- you will not like me"

"I barely tolerate you now-" Alucare said with a raised eyebrow and scoffed as Mihawk smirked at him. Standing up with a nod.

"I'm warning you now boy- My only warning" He said before dismissing himself back inside.

Alucare left for school then, still with Mihawks words in mind.

That day Mihawk accompanied you with your daily errands. Getting groceries, clothes and more. You and him talk throughout the day, Blushing at his flirtatious manner for the day.

Once returned back home Mihawk had his hand on your hip as you served him wine. A pink color to your cheeks as you felt his hand upon you.

"You look really lovely (Y/N)... I'm am pleased i-" He was cut off by a loud cough, turning to see Alucare there with his face wrinkled in absolute disgust.

Mihawk narrowed his eyes at Alucare who had just interrupted him-

"Aren't you suppose to be in school?" He started as he stared at the living clone of him. Watching Alucare cross his arms and swagger to the side. You looked to the side embrassed by being caught like this, dismissing yourself quickly upstairs.

"I finished early- Just like you" Alucare said with a sarcastic smirk clearly teasing him, The Warlord glaring at his own spawn for the quip at him.

"....Did your mother teach you this level of disrespect?-" Mihawk started, as he stood up from his seat.

"Call it an inherited skill" He said calmly, watching the Warlord walk to him and stand before him. Silence falling between the two before Mihawk dismissed himself to the livingroom.

The game was set it seemed.

Alucare kept his guard up for days afterwards, seeing how calm Mihawk had been since he had cockblocked him once again. Being incredibly respectful to you and damn near kind to Alucare, at first he had been incredibly suspicious however after day 4 he had grown used to it.. That was his mistake.

You had been cleaning up something in the livinroom, you had noticed Mihawks attitude had cooled with you quite a bit. Worried you may have offended him in some way however you choose not to dwell on such things.

As you cleaned you felt a presents come behind you- it didn't take a genius to guess who. Turning to see Mihawk, seemingly fresh from the shower as he was simply in trousers and warm from the water. You blushed and turned away once more, feeling his hands on the small of your back first.

"(Y/N).." He started, his other hand finding yours as he moved the two of you in a gently sway with your back against his chest. Your resolve utterly breaking at this point.

"I feel like, I've neglected you in some way" He says softly, his lips drifting down your neck as you. You feeling weak to the knees as he did this, his fingers finding their way to your waist pulling you closer.

It was an hour before Alucare returned home, bag slung over his shoulder as walking into his home, about to call out like he normally did till be saw it-

There laid you and Mihawk clearly naked under some of the thinnest goddammit blankets in the house on the livingroom couch.

"AH FUCKING HELL!"

You heard a yell and sat up from the couch with the blanket pulled up to your bust. Seeing Alucare with a look of what can only be described as pure horror on what he was seeing his parents like this-

"O-Oh gods honey! What are you doing back so early!" You scramble red in the face as Mihawk lays there under the blankets, looking right at his son with a low smirk.

"You prick!" Alucare yelled at his father as he walked out again, wishing to burn his eyes out from what he saw. Hearing the low chuckle from his father behind him and you frantically scolding Mihawk.

He had won-

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Pequeños datos del replacement code AU (codigo de reemplazo para los panas(?) ================= Little facts about replacement code AU _______________________________________________________

estos fueron los primeros diseños de pomni, decidí elegir el segundo diseño porque creí que era mas distintivo, es el diseño que menos cambio junto con el de ragatha y gangle, los rediseños de los otros personajes son muy distintos a su versión final

These were the first designs of Pomni, I decided to choose the second design because I thought it was more distinctive, it is the design that changed the least along with Ragatha and Gangle, the redesigns of the other characters are very different from their final version.

el pelo de pomni es algo particular, tiene esa forma curveada que tiene es para asemejar lo que es la forma de una mordida, mayormente se mantiene en la misma forma, incluso si se moja, su pelo es suave pero es como si una fuerza los elevara, lo mas semejante podria ser como el pelo reacciona a la estática

solo hay una única vez donde ella posee el pelo "normal"

-Pomni's hair is something particular, it has that curved shape that has to resemble the shape of a bite, it mostly stays in the same shape, even if it gets wet, her hair is soft but it is as if a force lifted it, the closest thing could be how hair reacts to static. -There is only one time where she has "normal" hair.

talvez lo notaste o talvez no, pero ragatha mayormente es la que esta casi siempre alrededor de pomni, es la unica que la trata de forma amable, y siente curiosidad hacia ella al inicio.

You may or may not have noticed, but Ragatha is the one who is almost always around Pomni, she is the only one who treats her kindly and is curious about her at the beginning.

mayormente jax se vera intrigado , incomodo o molesto alrededor de pomni, casi al punto de no querer ni verla, hay una razon para esto que se enfoca en el pasado antes de los sucesos, pero el es uno de los mas afectados acerca de la situacion con pomni (gangle tambien le pasa algo similar) aunque su relacion era caotica, eran amigos esto esta relacionado mas a una especie de luto

Mostly Jax will feel intrigued, uncomfortable or annoyed around Pomni, almost to the point of not even wanting to see her, there is a reason for this that focuses on the past before the events, but he is one of the most affected by the situation with Pomni (Gangle also has something similar) Although their relationship was chaotic, they were friends This relates more to a kind of

el tema de la programacion que controla a pomni:

no es una entidad consiente, es prácticamente la programacion que maneja el comportamiento de una IA y lo que debe y no debe hacer caine la IA fue eliminado, y el lugar vacio fue ocupado por pomni volviendoce la nueva anfitrion

la forma en la que controla a pomni puede llegar a variar desde llegar a restrictiva con el comportamiento de pomni, controlar a pomni como si fuese una marioneta, hazta el punto de causar una especie de manipulacion/ lavado mental, alteracion de comportamiento, etc

si la programación llegara a controlar completamente a pomni esta actuaria completamente robótica, aunque esto es casi imposible y solo llegaría a pasar en situaciones MUY especificas

la programacion no puede procesar emociones humanas muy fuertes, puede llegar a haber momentos donde pomni llegue a experimentar emociones muy fuertes que podria hacer que la programación pierda el control por unos pocos segundos o podria forzarse a si misma por pura fuerza de voluntar para intentar hacer algo, sin embargo se volveria a establecer control y recibiria un pequeño corto circuito por el fallo

===================== the programming issue that controls pomni:

-it is not a conscious entity, it is practically the programming that manages the behavior of an AI and what it should and should not do caine the AI ​​was eliminated, and the empty place was occupied by pomni becoming the new host -the way in which it controls pomni can vary from becoming restrictive with pomni's behavior, controlling pomni as if it were a puppet, to the point of causing a kind of manipulation / brainwashing, behavioral alteration, etc. -if the programming were to completely control pomni, it would act completely robotic, although this is almost impossible and would only happen in VERY specific situations -the programming cannot process very strong human emotions, there may be times where pomni experiences very strong emotions that could cause the programming to lose control for a few seconds or it could force itself by sheer force of will to try to do something, however control would be reestablished and it would receive a small short circuit for the failure

cuando pomni se volvio admin del circo, su cuerpo original no era apropiado para poder manejar el poder asi que se se deshicieron de la mayoria de el y lo reemplazaron con partes mas aptas para el trabajo osea que se usaron los restos de caine para crear el nuevo cuerpo de pomni y los sobrantes del cuerpo original de pomni se repartieron entre sus amigos para completar las partes de sus cuerpos que fueron eliminadas durante el incidente

pomni aun es capaz de sentir atravez de sus partes perdidas, sin embargo con su cuerpo actual es incapaz de sentir cualquier cosa, incluso dolor, lo maximo que puede sentir es un pequeño hormigueo, ella fácilmente podría ser golpeada por una gran bola metálica y no se daría cuenta

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-When Pomni became the admin of the circus, her original body was not suitable for handling the power so they got rid of most of it and replaced it with parts more suitable for work. Meaning, Caine's remains were used to create Pomni's new body and the leftovers from Pomni's original body were distributed among her friends to complete the parts of their bodies that were removed during the incident -Pomni is still able to feel through her missing parts, however with her current body she is unable to feel anything, even pain, the most she can feel is a small tingling, she could easily be hit by a large metal ball and not notice

bueno eso es todos los datos que recorde por ahora xd

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Meanwhile at the Strongarm lot family dog Koh Oug meets a nice stranger named Rascal.

And Julien Cooke visits Tema. They continue their relationship where they left off last week and soon Tema is in love.

Tema adopts Rascal while Julien gets aquainted with Tema's kids.

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Early Review of The Girl Bandits of the Warsaw Ghetto, to be released Fall 2025

"Elizabeth Hyman has an important story to tell. It is the story of the brave Jewish women who risked their lives attempting to defy the Nazis’ intention to leave no trace of Jewish existence. These women not only acted as couriers and spies for the resistance but also took their place besides Jewish men as active fighters, hurling grenades and firing rounds of ammunition. At the same time, they wrote about the suffering of their fellow Jews so that they would be remembered by future generations. They knew that they might be the last Jews able to tell their story, and as such were committed to documenting the ‘days of destruction and revolt.’ The Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, however, although an extraordinary act, was inevitably limited in scope. Nevertheless, its significance is clear; as the ghetto fighter Mordecai Anielewicz wrote shortly before his death, ‘The dream of my life has risen to become a fact. Self-defence in the ghetto will have been a reality. Jewish armed resistance and revenge are facts. I have been a witness to the magnificent, heroic fighting of Jewish men in battle.’ Whilst the story of the heroic Jewish men who participated in the armed revolt is relatively well known, far less has been written about the young Jewish women involved: Zivia Lubetkin, Tosia Altman, Feigele Peltel, Tema Schneiderman and Dr. Adina “Inka” Blady-Schweiger. Hyman’s meticulously researched book finally brings these women out of the shadows. Drawing on the work of scholars such as Lenore Weitzman, Judith Baumel, Atina Grossman, Sonia Hedgepath, Paula Hyman, Marion Kaplan, Vera Laska, Sybil Milton, Dalia Ofer, Joan Ringelheim, Carole Rittner, Rochelle G. Saidel and Nechama Tec, Hyman carefully explains the gendered nature of Jewish life in inter-war Poland, and how it laid the foundations for the involvement of Jewish women and girls in resisting Nazism. She then draws on an extensive body of primary sources – diaries, memoirs, oral histories, testimonies from those who did and did not survive – to chart the establishment of the Warsaw ghetto and the mass deportations in its final days. The Girl Bandits of the Warsaw Ghetto is a brilliant and important addition to both the scholarly literature on the Holocaust in Poland and more specifically the role of Jewish women during the war. By writing a narrative history of this extraordinary group of women and their work in the Jewish resistance in and around Warsaw, Hyman will be able to reach an audience outside of academia. Through the words of the women themselves readers are able to glimpse something of this terrible time. Hyman uses testimony both wisely and sensitively – weaving it into the narrative so adeptly that it almost feels as if the women themselves are telling the story – and yet not overloading her readers with the often-agonizing words of the writers. It is also to her credit that Hyman resists a moralising or triumphalist narrative: she simply aims to tell the story ... it is a work which should be read widely. The analysis of the source material is extremely strong throughout: testament to Hyman’s skill as a historian and emotional literacy as a reader. I have given an extremely positive account of Hyman’s manuscript. After several decades of working in the field, I nevertheless learnt a great deal from reading it. And perhaps more importantly still, I found myself profoundly moved by the brave young women in the book. In recent years I have become concerned that I am becoming hardened by my research. That I no longer read with the attentiveness to suffering that I once did. Hyman’s ability to infuse the women she writes about with emotions and complex personalities drew me back. A gifted storyteller, she reminded me once again that the women we both study are not just figures from history but complex human beings making excruciating decisions and trying to make sense of what they were being forced to endure as best they could. This book deserves to be read widely. I frequently review manuscripts and this is one of the best I’ve read."

Zoë Waxman

Professor of Holocaust History

University of Oxford

17/09/2024