#TheMarked-if

[peonyb]

Hi, are you doing okay? There hasn't been any news in a while.

Hello, yes! It’s very nice of you to ask. I’ve been trying out a new medication for my chronic condition while I’m on break and it hasn’t been going as smoothly as I had hoped lol. But I’m still here! Right now the update is sitting at 57,945 words without code. I’ve been play testing and coding when I can and I don’t believe it will be much longer.

Thank you for taking the time to reach out!

[anxietytwist]

𝐊𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐧

[ xx | 𝟼'𝟶" | Agender | Bisexual | ❤︎𝐎𝐧𝐚𝐬 ]

“𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦.”

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ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➙ They/She/He

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➙ 𝘈𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

ᴍᴀʀᴋ➙ Guardian 🗡

ᴀꜰꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ➙ Light magic ✨️

They're first “meeting” with 𝐎𝐧𝐚𝐬 was when they tackled him to the ground after his outburst during class ...

Despite her broody disposition, 𝐊𝐨𝐝𝐚 is a true romantic at heart 🥺❤️

The fact that his parents lied to him about his Marked status troubles him deeply

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𝐊𝐨𝐝𝐚 means “𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥/𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺” (Sioux & Japanese)

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Jane Rants Episode #2: Nanobot Neanderthals

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[Haaretz is Israeli Private Media]

A review by TheMarker indicates that a string of Israeli startups have shut down or significantly reduced their activity in the past year, with the trend being even more pronounced in recent months. Their common denominator is that their last significant funding round was in 2021 – the height of the high-tech bubble.[...]

Some of these companies folded after the money ran out and they were unable to start a new round. In some cases, entrepreneurs report, the war in Gaza was another key cause of problems.[...]

"It's directly tied to the war," says Kula. "Foreign investors disappeared, and those who wanted to work together said it wasn't the time. Investors in Israel who had expressed interest also decided to pull out. That's the situation in other companies, too. It's very hard to raise money, even small amounts. It's related to the decline in investments worldwide as well as with the economic and political uncertainty in Israel."

An entrepreneur who shut down a company earlier this year agrees. "The valuation estimates declined, the investors stopped investing," he says. "They tell themselves, 'A bomb just went off and now we're taking our time."

26 Aug 24

[ptseti]

ZIONISTS IN HAITI & AFRICA!

Zionism, a political ideology that many say has hijacked Judaism to pursue settler-colonialism in occupied Palestine, does not end at the borders of the state of Israel. Zionist businessmen Gilbert Bigio and Dan Gertler cast a shadow over the economies of Haiti, the Democratic Republic of the Congo and occupied Palestine.

Bigio’s business in Haiti, the GB Group, has been involved in ‘infrastructure development’ projects, telecommunications services, oil and gas, and real estate ventures. That has raised questions about Zionist interests in a predominantly African country struggling to overcome the legacies of colonialism and foreign intervention. Bigio, born in 1935 to a Sephardic Jewish family in what is now Syria, is considered a de facto leader of Haiti’s Jewish community and is an honorary consul to Israel. Like many other Zionists, Bigio is reportedly not religious but participates in Jewish cultural activities.

Similarly, human rights activists have criticised Gertler for disregarding environmental and human rights standards as he does business in the DRC. The United States imposed sanctions on Gertler in 2017 for human rights abuses and corruption. However, Israeli financial media outlet @TheMarker claims to have a recent recording of Gertler admitting he skirted those sanctions to pursue a $1.5 billion mine in the DRC. Gertler was born in 1973 in Tel Aviv, learned the diamond trade through his father and grandfather, and started a diamond business after completing mandatory military service.

Since the late 1800s, foreign forces have collaborated with Congolese leaders to exploit the heart of Africa, worsening existing socio-economic disparities and fueling violence. More than 7 million people are internally displaced in the DRC while conflict rages in the country’s eastern provinces.

In this video, TikTok creators iamlaurachung (of @theslowfactory) and @kevin.ug make the connection between Zionist entrepreneurs like Bigio and Gertler and our liberation struggle.

[ikeromantic]

More Than Words and Kisses

This is a commission piece the requestor has kindly allowed me to share here on tumblr. Approx. 1700 words. Angst/comfort for an MC named Athena and her beau Napoleon. TW for depression and self harm.

She was always smiling. Ask anyone in the mansion and they would tell you. Athena was kind, helpful, and always so happy. But Napoleon knew better. He saw the way her lips would twitch up at the corners when she noticed someone was looking. Like a light turning on. And he saw how her smile fell away when she thought she was alone. 

Sorrows moved through the depths of her gaze and Napoleon felt the weight of them on his heart. 

“Nunuche?” His voice shook a little as he used the playful nickname he’d given her when they met. 

They were alone in his tower room, curled up beside each other in the window seat. He’d chosen this spot to talk, but now that he was getting to it, part of him felt afraid. Fear that she would reject him, or worse, that she would open up to him and he would fail her. But he could not let her keep carrying her sadness alone. 

Athena turned her head enough to look over at him. “What is it?” Her smile was firmly in place. The one she wore when they were together. The one that said she wanted to be happy for him, with him. But it didn’t live in her eyes. 

“You can tell me, you know?”

“Tell you what?” Her brow furrowed in confusion. 

Napoleon took her hand, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. “What is it that makes you look so full of sadness?”

“I’m not-” She began to protest but when he met her gaze she fell silent. “It’s . . . I don’t know.” Athena pulled her hand from his grasp to wipe at her eyes before any tears could fall. “I should be happy, right? Life here is - it’s -” She shook her head, struggling with emotions Napoleon could only guess at.

He tried to take her hand again, but only caught her sleeve, tugging it further back from her wrist. She grabbed for the sleeve, trying to pull it back up quickly, but she wasn’t fast enough to hide her forearm. Her skin was crisscrossed with lines from old cuts and angry red scabs, a patchwork of wounds and scars. 

Napoleon grabbed her hand and this time, pushed the sleeve even further back to reveal more of the injuries. He felt a surge of hot anger in him at the thought that someone - anyone - would hurt his precious belle. “Who did this,” he asked, the words forced through clenched teeth.

Athena traced themarks with her fingertip, her eyes downcast. “I did.” 

The rage caught in his throat, choking him as it was overcome with a wave of winter-cold fear. “You?” 

She took a slow, shaky breath. “You weren’t supposed to see. No one was.” She tried to pull her hand back, but Napoleon did not let go. 

“Why, nunuche? I don’t understand.” The anger ran out of him like water from a broken pitcher. In its place, there was only confusion and the icy kernel of fear. 

Napoleon wanted to make her look at him, to explain herself, but he knew these things couldn’t be forced. He waited, holding her hand, while she found the words she wanted to say.

The words came slowly at first but built up as if the more she spoke, the more she felt at liberty to speak. “I . . . sometimes I just feel so . . . empty. Like there is no me inside - just this - this stupid smiling face I wear. And I want to feel something and I - I hate myself for being so pathetic when I should be happy! I know I should be . . . but I just can’t and -” She took another trembling breath. “Everyone expects me to smile and be cheerful and I don’t want to let them see me . . . like - like this. To know I’m so - so useless and stupid and -”

Napoleon stroked her hair back from her face, just listening. Letting her pour out her thoughts, her sadness. He did not understand, still, what made her hurt so much, but he understood the feeling. Being overwhelmed. Feeling as if there was nothing real left in you but loneliness. A need for something, the substance of which you could not even guess at. 

“I th-think the first time, I just . . . I wanted to see if it hurt. And it did but . . . but I could feel it and it was something real and it washed out everything else in my head. All the, the thoughts. All the memories of times I said or did something so stupid. So awkward. The times I messed up. The feeling that I am just a waste.” Her voice went quiet, almost a whisper. “Just knowing you would all be better off without me. It goes away when I - when I’m bleeding.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but when she said that, there was only one thing he could do. Napoleon pulled her into his arms and held her close. “Never think that.” His voice was raw and hoarse as he spoke, and he felt his eyes sting with unshed tears. “Ma belle, mon coeur . . . “ He wanted to hold her so tightly that all the love he felt for her would fill those dark places in her heart. 

For him, that something he needed was her. Athena. She’d filled his soul, healing a wound he did not believe could ever be made whole. When she came into his life, everything made sense.For the first time since his death and rebirth in le Comte’s mansion, he had a reason to be - to wake and to feel. And he wanted so much to do the same for her - to be what she needed - someone who could bring a real smile to her lips and her eyes. 

“Please don’t tell anyone?” Her voice was muffled against his chest and thick with tears. 

Napoleon gave a hesitant nod. “I won’t say anything to le Comte but on a condition.” He pulled back from her enough to see her face. “You must come to me when you feel like this. Talk to me.”

Athena bit her lip, brow creased in thought. She shook her head. “Leon, I understand what you’re trying to do but . . . it’s not that easy. I can’t just talk it all away . . .”

He caressed her cheek with his rough palm. “Nunuche, do you think I don’t know that?” His smile was melancholy. “I may not be able to help. But I always want to know how you are feeling. What you are thinking. If you are sad, angry, hurt - I need you to tell me.” 

“Even if it’s 3 in the morning? Even if, after we talk, I sometimes still need to - to do this?” She touched the marks on her arm. 

“Anytime. If I am asleep, wake me. If I am busy, interrupt. Nothing matters to me as much as you.” He leaned forward until his forehead touched hers. “Let me see you. The real you. Always.”

“Even if the real me is so worthless?” Tears hung in her lashes. Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

“Even if you can’t see your worth, yes.” 

Her breath caught in her chest and for a moment, she didn’t move. Then she was holding onto him and crying and he was wiping her tears away and shedding his own. Pressing kisses to her brow and smoothing her hair and just holding her, as if he could tell her by his touch how precious she was to him. 

They held each other until the tears dried, until their breath calmed and their hearts beat together in a slow, steady rhythm. 

Napoleon extricated himself from the tangle of their arms and stood.

“Where are you going?” Athena wiped at her face, trying to smile because old habits are hard to break.

“To fetch alcohol and salve and bandages.” He gave her a tender look. “I know you cannot just stop because I want you to. So until you find your way, I am going to take care of your hurts - the ones I can see, and I hope, the ones I cannot as well. But for the flesh, I’m going to need more than words and kisses, non?”

She gave a nod, too emotional for words. 

Napoleon hurried downstairs to grab the items he needed. He still felt unsure if this was the right thing to do, or if he could really do anything. Give him an enemy he could see and a weapon in hand, and he would prevail. But what Athena faced within was no monster to slay, no general he could defeat. In a way, he thought, it was his love fighting herself and he didn’t want her to lose. 

When he came back, Athena was partially undressed, her sleeves rolled up, her skirt bunched. The skin revealed was riven with the marks of her sorrow. Some were so fresh that they beaded with blood and others old enough to be barely visible. It made his chest ache to see what violence she’d done. 

“You hid this all this time?” His voice came out a barely audible rasp. 

She nodded. 

“Ma belle . . .” Napoleon knelt in front of her and set down the supplies. Then with gentle hands, he cleaned the freshest wounds and rubbed them with salve, bandaging them carefully. 

“Do they . . . do I . . . does it look gross? All the scars?” Her timid question surprised him.

“Nothing about you could ever look gross.” He traced a jagged line along her thigh, wondering when she’d done this and with what. What inner pain had this awful cut eased? 

Athena cleared her throat. “Then why are you making that face?”

“It hurts me that you were suffering all this time and I did not know.” Napoleon kissed the edge of the jagged scar and then rested his head on her leg, looking up at her.

She set a hand atop his head. “I didn’t want you to find out. I thought I would just . . . deal with it. Not burden anyone.”

“Nunuche.” He laughed softly. “I want you to burden me. That is what love is for. Sharing our pain, not just our joy.”

Athena smiled. It was a small, weary thing, a bare twitch of her lips at the corners. But it lived in her eyes too and that meant it was real. For Napoleon, that was enough for right now.

[peonyb]

Hi everyone! I have a minor update. I’m sorry i’ve been a bit slow with the coding/editing, but I have added 25,975 words without code to the demo. This includes:

—A magic lesson with either Welling, professor Elanil or Venali and Trivelyn.

—Back to the temple.

—Your revealing ceremony.

—Some surprising news.

After the upcoming holiday, I hope to add the next little chunk which will include the Canterberry date which can either be romantic or platonic and then the first few of the time jump scenes. But for now, please let me know if you run into any issues. I will continue to go through it looking for errors or bugs, but some things are so easy for me to miss lol. Thank you!

[peonyb]

Oh I love this! Koda’s aesthetic is everything, especially the vivid color of their eyes. It’s so much like how I imagine the eyes of Navaarians to be. Ahh character sheets are so cool😭. Also, Venali and a broody MC will always be endlessly entertaining together and so I’m rooting for Koda lol. Thank you for sharing and for tagging me so that I could see it!

𝐊𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐧

[ xx | 𝟼'𝟶" | Agender | Bisexual | ❤︎ᴍ!𝐎𝐧𝐚𝐬 ]

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ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➙ They/She/He

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➙ 𝘈𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

ᴍᴀʀᴋ➙ Guardian 🗡

ᴀꜰꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ➙ Light magic ✨️

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[someobscurereference]

Any headcanons for where each of the 2nd Gen awakening kids’ brands would manifest if they had Chrom or Robin for a Dad?

For some reason, this feels familiar and I thought I maybe I had an ask like it somewhere, but I can't find it. In that case, I'll go ahead and answer this like it's the first time (as it may be)!

Owain: I typically HC him as having the Brand in the crook of his elbow, iirc.

Inigo: canonically has it in his left eye with Lucina as his sister (which I really, really like. I love eye symbols).

Severa: Her tongue would be funny. She'd have to stick it out at people to prove she's a princess. She'd do this all the time to show off or just to be rude because she's gotten in the habit of it.

Cynthia: On one of her ankles! Which she would constantly be rolling or that would be the foot she's constantly tripping over. She'd have many speeches wondering if her mark is a symbol of good luck or bad luck.

Laurent: The back of his hand, similar to Robin's mark of Grima. He examines it every time he has to reach for a beaker or something. What makes a mark like this manifest? Could it ever scar over from a mistake? He wonders.

Brady: On the back of his knuckles, spread across several fingers. Like the way you'd draw a tattoo on your knuckles with a marker. He has to make a fist for all parts of the mark to come together. This makes him look like he's being threatening when he's really trying to show off.

Gerome: Middle of his forehead is funny. A mysterious looking young man, total opposite of Emmeryn physically, and they share themark in the same place. With the vibe that Naga herself gave him a kissy in the middle of his forehead. This is partially why he wears the mask.

Noire: Back of her neck. She can't look at it to give herself power and strength, so she has to use Tharja's talismans instead.

Nah: Perhaps the Mark manifests on the side of her tail only when shes in dragon form and doesn't exist in her normal form?

Yarne: On his chest, right over his heart. However, it typically cannot be seen due to an abundance of hair. Some people would consider this as a sign to take courage, but he feels embarrassed that it's there when he's so cowardly.

Kjelle: In the middle of her shoulder blades. This is also partly why she wears such thick armor, besides wanting to imitate Sully. She takes the mark as a reminder to never allow an enemy to stab her in the back.

Morgan: Mark of Naga on one palm and Mark of Grima on the other

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