#Zahara Death

[sistamagza]

Dj Sbu's name dragged following Zahara's death

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Dj Sbu's name dragged following Zahara's death

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Dj Sbu’s name is currently trending on social media following singer Zahara’s death.

The popular DJ’s name was unexpectedly dragged last night on Twitter after news broke that musician Zahara had died.

Mzansi is voicing their opinions on the dispute involving TS Records, Zahara, and Dj Sbu.

After making its way onto social media, a video of Zahara’s previous interview with South African podcaster Mac G went viral. In the video, the late singer Zahara is questioned about how much she was owed by Dj Sbu and TK Records.

36-year-old Zahara, who passed away yesterday evening, says she went to the news and disclosed that ‘TS Records”, a record label she was signed to at the time, was refusing to pay her the money that was rightfully hers. She also disclosed that she was owed between twenty and thirty million dollars by TS Records for royalties, record sales, and live appearances. Apparently, she was only given fifteen thousand rands after every performance.

In 2021, Zahara called out TS Records and claimed not to have received royalties, but DJ Sbu says she owes TS Records money. Sbu Leope has counterclaimed that she owes him money.

Since Zahara alleged that Dj Sbu owes her millions, the self-proclaimed millionaire has not been able to get any love on social media. Fans of Zahara are expressing their grief over the singer’s passing while also taking aim at DJ Sbu. Speak about emotional damage!

So far, Dj Sbu has not said anything yet. He has since kept mum on the matter.

[incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes]

Doctor Cody asked me if I struggled with anxiety, and I said ‘No it comes pretty easy to me actually.’

Trig Longo

[hotbunking-vacheads]

Oops I did it again (bringing Death Troopers fic of questionable moral quality to the world, that is).

“It’s Empire Day. You’re not supposed to find it uncomfortable.” “It’s certainly not the festivity,” she hurried to bite back and dispel the unspoken accusation of treason, “rather… after a couple years of university life, drunk parties lose quite a bit of their appeal, you know.” “How’d I know? Never went to university. And the academic types we’ve had here, most of them haven’t lasted long enough to chum up and swap cantina stories. You know.”

[fireemblems24]

Azure Gleam - Special Chapters

Spoilers for the special chapters below.

SHEZ VS BYLETH

I didn't get the special chapter for SB or GW. SB, I just straight up did not care. GW, I tried, but it involved an "escort Claude" part and he just sat there and didn't move forward, and I didn't care enough to bother with the chapter a second time.

Shez sounds like Arval. Did Arval take Shez over? I'm guessing to go after Sothis?

Oh, cut scene! Shez vs Byleth again.

Byleth holding his own against Arval!Shez. Good to see. Shez is trying to hold Arval back though.

So . . . if we kick out Arval out in these chapters, does Shez loose their abilities/special class, because no :(((((

Felix, Dedue, and Dimitri are worrying about Shez and Byleth (also, awesome to see all my favs). Rodrigue has news about what happened.

Scouts report that Byleth and Shez are fighting. Felix accuses that Dimitri suspected this.

Dimitri tells how Shez worried that TWSITD would take over her. And Dimitri's promise to kill Shez to stop her from killing others.

Oh, we cut straight to the battle and have to defeat Shez. Makes sense. I'm guessing do it before Byleth dies?

My Shez is, eh, a bit stronger than Byleth, so I'm a bit worried. But Dimitri's such an overkill at this point, he's just going to blaze through this chapter like he did the last one.

It's weird not having Shez among my playable characters. I'm using Jeralt instead of Shez for my missing 8th person because he's the highest level (and I can't use Byleth either so).

Edelgard is around somewhere? Claude showed up to hunt her down.

My Byleth is like 10 levels below Shez. It's not going well.

Atrocity is one hell of a drug. Took Shez out.

Defeating Solon feels good. Got a cut scene too. He just ran away though. Wait, Arval/Shez killed Solon? Ohhh, like Solon killed Kyrona. A sacrifice is needed to open Zaharas. Karma I guess.

Claude and Dimitri talking is kinda cool. And weird Edelgard showed up. It's so amusing to me that they wrote themselves into such a corner with Edelgard they just yeeted her brain lamo.

ZAHRAS

Arval is talking to Arval.

Dark Arval created Normal Arval because Dark Arval wanted typical TWSITD nonsense, domination, restore the world to TWSITD, etc . . .

And in the most shocking twist, Normal Arval is programmed to kill Sothis, so therefore Byleth, and while Arval took over Shez.

Oh, Shez woke up! And Claude's there with Dimitri.

So they all got sent to this Zahras place.

Shez doesn't have a lot of memory of what just happened, and tells Claude and Dimitri about Arval, who's gone though.

Now they have to find a way out of this mess.

Dimitri found Edelgard. Since there's like 4 people, no one plans on fighting each other until they get out. Then it's time to kill people.

So Edelgard doesn't remember what happened and got some spell cast on her by TWSITD.

Claude cheerily tells her what a fuck up her country is lamo.

There's this mini map with the 3 lords just standing there, chilling, in this dark abyss place. It's pretty funny looking.

All my other units are gone, but I expected that. Dimitri's my most overpowered unit anyways.

DIMITRI & CLAUDE

Is this like some kind of support?

So AG Claude wants to get rid of the central church and kill Rhea. Like, I'm down for removing any sort of political power from a religious institution, but this fixation on Rhea is weird.

Lamo, is this game serious? Did it really just blame nobility and arrange marriage on Rhea?? OMG.

I knew Claude went completely dodo bird in this game, but he somehow became even more of an idiot?

I'm kind of impressed lol.

He drank the Edelgard koolaide.

Dimitri's like, well, as long as you just dislike the church and not Faerghus.

It's interesting for Dimitri to acknowledge that his personal beliefs and his beliefs as a king are sometimes at war.

He also lays out why Claude's plan is an awful idea. Meaning, all the death and suffering he'll cause.

It's just a classic, Claude is too rash - Dimitri is too cautious.

Claude tells Dimitri that he's too good for him. And that they could've been friends if kingly stuff didn't get in the way.

It's overall a fine support, except this absurd idea that the church is solely responsible for stuff human nature always comes up with, and I think it's more a symptom of a huge flaw in the Fodlan games as a whole than anything else.

DIMITRI & EDELGARD

Dimitri finds it hard to talk to Edelgard because of all the people she's caused the death of. But way more polite.

Edelgard doesn't feel that way. Which, not surprised. She doesn't really care too much about the people who've died like he does.

Lamo, she also is way less polite and is like "you don't want to talk to the tyrant who's gotten everyone killed." See, though, it's acknowledgements like this that make me like this game more. She knows that's what she looks like to everyone not in Adrestia.

Dimitri gets annoyed with her for placing words in his mouth. And good for him. That's always annoying.

Edelgard is less confident than Dimitri that he has no regrets of his actions and carefully considered all of them.

Oh, good, Dimitri asks about Patricia. But Edelgard doesn't know what happened either. So, still no answers about her.

Dimitri wants to just end the conversation. I am loving how much he really doesn't want to talk to her. It's so different from Claude who he was curious about.

She falls down because dark magic place does it's thing, then helps her stand up, and they get a picture, which is cool.

It reminds her of when she fell once and took the help without thinking about it. Now she thinks about it.

Dimitri remembers helping a girl up.

I see where this is going, but it's funny such a mundane thing will trigger important memories, lamo.

Edelgard is like, yeah, knowing you, you probably helped a lot of people get up who fell down.

I'm living for these supports acknowledging that Dimitri's a way better person than the other two lol.

He's like, naw, it was you. Edelgard keeps insisting it wasn't her.

He calls her El at the end.

Is this the same support in SB? It works for AG, but man, this asshole just killed Sylvain (and Annette, and Gilbert, and Ingrid, and Rodrigue, and tons of other people from Faerghus simply bc she wants that land back), so I'd be furious seeing it there.

In AG, though, it makes sense.

BACK TO THE CHAPTER

Dimitri's the only one who asks about Shez's wellbeing. Does their dialogue change in different routes?

Oh, cool, I had some access to stuff like the blacksmith, which makes no sense, but ok.

Bad Arval showed up behind Shez, but she alludes it.

Arval says none can escape. But I doubt it.

Dimitri's like, that's bullshit, bc there's no way they'd build this without a way out, and if they can get out, so can we.

And then Dimitri's proved right when Arval says he'll leave, alone.

Ok, I learned this other Arval's name, but I am not going to spell all of that.

So like, after this, do they all just go back to war? Because if they do . . . lol.

They let you use all the 3 lords, but I'll probably only use Shez and Dimitri. Neither Edelgard nor Claude impressed me much when I started this game (and at the time I started, I liked Claude a lot more than I do now).

Oh, so a dark Hubert, Hilda, and Felix showed up. A bit sad it wasn't Dedue, though. I feel like he deserved to be the BL rep even if Felix is more popular. But maybe it was for variety? Like Dedue is another axe like Hilda, but then switch Claude's people out.

At the same time, Felix makes sense, esp in Hopes. He and Dimitri are practically married lol.

Dimitri's like, that's not Felix. He wouldn't get mad at me for doing this and not avenging people. He's not wrong.

Ohhh, not they're fighting phantom versions of themselves.

They had some throwaway lines explaining why Edelgard is normal now.

Lamo, Edelgard doesn't trust herself.

Meanwhile . . . Dimitri . . . is like, really excited about this. Because he gets to kill a version of himself. :((((

Claude's line wasn't as interesting as the other two. I know. Shocking. /s

Dimitri wants to thank Arval for letting him fight and kill himself. I cannot with this man.

Evil Claude just about totaled regular Claude. Edelgard isn't scratched though.

Edelgard and Claude were way more normal about reactions to fighting themselves lol.

I had to make Claude an adjunct. He was nearly dead. It's actually surprising how much worse he is than Edelgard. (Dimitri's not fair to rate against them since he's more built out and not dropped into this map for a one-time battle).

Ok, he summoned more dudes to protect him, and one was a Shez copy the other Dedue. So Dedue got credit too. So now I'm less conflicted about Felix making an appearance.

Shez is upset at fighting herself.

Dimitri feels awful about fighting the shades this time. He's only motivated by all the people he's kept alive in real life.

I defeated Epimedes. That seemed too easy.

Cut scene fight between Shez and Epi. It's pretty badass looking in the dark magic place with falling rocks everywhere. Like, in a cheesy but just roll with it way.

Shez wins. Arval pops back up and they almost hold hands. Arval's never felt more alone :( Honestly, kinda sad things end badly for them. So not recruiting Byleth gives Arval a better ending? Will Arval not be there in the final map before the final battle?

They escaped!

Dimitri's like "it felt like a strange fever dream" and honestly, not a bad way to describe it.

They lost Edelgard and are we back to the normal stuff? Oh, no Shez asks to go back to the search for her and the others. Claude wants to get back to his people too.

Ok, so moving onto the final chapter now.

xxx

[loneranger0369]

There is not much News coming out of Iran.

@bellamonde @aftabkaran are not active. @edentheactivist 's Tumblr got deactivated. Previously, they used to post regular Updates regarding the situation and developments in Iran.

Probably Internet is completely shut down.

I hope all are alive and well.

Again, I will share the Names of people who were announced to be sentenced to Death, but were not at that time.

I request you to Reblog.

Mohammad Ejma

Mohammad Pasandian

Sajjadimannejad

Mehdisannefarshi

Hazharhamidi

Alirezakafaei

Miladarmoun

Elahe Mohammadi

Niloofar Hamedi

Shoaib Mir Baloch Zehi Rigi

Mohammad Ghobadloo

Mohammad Qobadloo

Ebrahim Naroui

Toomaj Salehi

Farnoush Esmi

Benjamin Gaffari

Mohammad Boroughani

Ayoub Jamal

Mohammad Soltani

Mojgan Valian Zadeh

Jalil Azizpour

Alan Veysi

Bahaledin Veysi

Javad Rouhi

Elham Modaressi

Ava Jahangiri

Paria Faramarzi

Shahin Samadpour

Hamid Gharehasanlou

Farzaneh Gharehasanlou

Manouchehr Mehman-Navaz

Akbar Ghafari

Ebrahim Rigi

Mohsen Rezazadeh Qaraqualou

Saman Yasin

Seyed Mohammad Hosseini

Parmida Mehdipour

Farhad Tahazadeh

Farzad Tahazadeh

Sahand Noor Mohammadzadeh

Mehdi Keshvari

Hossein Hajlou

Abol Fazl Mehri

Hossein Mohammadi

Raha Ajoudani

Arin Farzania

Armin Mehdi Shokrollahi

Amir Mehdi Jaffari

Mahan Sadrat

Saeed Shirazi

Hajar Hamidi

Reza Eslamdoost

Karvan Shahiparvaneh

Shahram Marouf-Moula

Saeed Yaghoubi

Saleh Mir Hashemi

Amir Nasr Azadani

Mohsen Sohrabi

Makan Davari

Majid Kazemi

Hassan Firouzi

Farnaz Alizadeh

Niloufar Shakeri

Soheila Hijab

Hasti Ofogh

Samaneh Fathi

Shaker Behrouz

Parham Parvari

Saman Sayeedi

Elham Shoukdar

Zahara Hamedani

Navab Ebrahimi

Keyvan Mohtadi

Ehsanpirbarnash

Poryajavaheri

Ebrahim Naroui

Mehdi Mohammadi Fard

Mansour Dahmardeh

Kambiz Khorvat

Arshia Takdastan

Vajihe Pari Zanganeh

Amirsartipi

Zahra Nabizadeh

Hossein Ekhtarian

Mohammad Ekhtarian

Amir Mohammad Jafari

Maryam Haqgou

Shahla Abdi

Women. Life. Freedom

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[deathbirby]

Is Sothis an actual god?

Alright, lets take a look at Sothis's abilities/feats. What is this green gremlin capable of?

Houses - shown feats

Sothis demonstrates the following things in 3houses, where she is an amnesiac and barely considered alive:

Her first reaction to Byleth nearly getting axed is to stop time, something that she does without even thinking about it. It was a reflex. And she suffers no drawbacks from doing this!

Her way of resolving the issue is to rewind time. She calls Byleth troublesome for making her do it, but that's little reprimand for having to break the concept of linear time. She falls asleep a while after this, but that may not even be connected to the act of rewinding time.

The power she grants Byleth in Zaharas lets Byleth cut a hole through another dimension. Byleth is unconscious for a short while after this but is otherwise unharmed. THAT is the price for breaking time and space? A nap?

Her powers let Byleth come back from the dead after falling off a cliff. It took 5 years for Byleth to fully recover. That's a very short time if you consider that falling off a cliff would completely fuck you up. Think about fractured bones, ruptured organs, massive internal bleeding, etc. Those are fatal injuries. Coming back from the dead within 5 years, when it took Flayn a thousand years to recover from a near-death experience. is impressive.

Nemesis is also able to come back from the dead because of Sothis's blood. This is explicitly stated by Rhea in VW.

Her spirit is omnipresent in some form. She is aware of the things happening to Fodlan even though Byleth is dead as hell.

Houses - told feats

We are told the following about Adult Sothis's powers in 3houses, whether this is through dialogue or books:

She came from the Blue Sea Star. This star is speculated to be Sirius, which is about 8 light-years away from our planet. That's an impressive distance to travel. It would also mean she can survive in the vacuum of space.

She had the wrinkliest brain, apparently, as the knowledge she shared with the Agarthans gave rise to their futuristic technology.

She caused a "Flood of Despair" that covered the world and forced the remaining humans underground.

She healed the world after a massive war that wiped out countriess off the map. This took a long time and killed her.

Hopes - shown feats

Sothis in 3hopes is a bit different from 3houses. From what we can tell, she has more of her memories and possibly a bit more power. She is still in the form of a child, so she likely didn't recover everything.

The way Divine Pulse works in Hopes is that you stop time and move around in it, being able to attack before the enemy even gets a chance to react. It's basically ZA WARUDO. Still, moving around in stopped time? Some say that means you would have to be traveling infinitely fast.

In some cutscenes, she wipes out entire groups of soldiers with zero issues.

Hopes - told feats

She calls herself progenitor and mother to all who call Fodlan home.

Epimenides says that Sothis set the earth ablaze. Take from that what you will.

Sothis has a voice line where she states that her current power pales in comparison to her past might.

One of her lines against Shez is saying that Byleth's body is not moving as she commands. More in the Heroes section on that.

Heroes - shown feats

This is only if you were to take attack animations literally, but Sothis pretty much creates a planet and then destroys it.

Much like in 3hopes, Fallen!Byleth fights against a group of soldiers who catch Byleth off-guard in a forging bonds event. Sothis wipes these people out without breaking a sweat.

Heroes - told feats

Sothis hints towards creating many worlds like Askr.

Sothis tells Brave!Byleth that all of Askr may just be a dream of hers, that she pulled Byleth into. This is further supported by her referencing Byleth's Smash Bros trailer while she's sleeping.

Fallen!Byleth/Sothis says that Byleth is a poor-quality vessel and is stifling Sothis's powers. Meaning that the feats we see in 3hopes are still a weakened Sothis.

Devs

What do the devs have to say about Sothis?

For Rhea, Sothis is not just her mother, but also the Creator, and therefore she has goals beyond just wanting to meet her mother. 

Sothis can be considered a Creator. Does this only apply to the Nabateans? Perhaps, but that's still an entire race of people that she made from just her blood.

Kusakihara: And in the original game, I feel that the depiction of the scary side of Sothis as a goddess with absolute power, the sort of primal fear humans feel when faced with a storm or natural disaster, was something that wasn’t done, so I hoped that would be delved into deeper.

Her scary side is that of a goddess with absolute power. Facing her instills you with a primal fear, like humans feel when faced with a storm or natural disaster. She is supposed to be a force of nature from the looks of it.

The feats we see from her are insane, and they're all from a weakened Sothis whose powers are also stifled from being constrained to a vessel. These feats alone would make her a god in many eyes. Her possibly being a space alien doesn't take away from that title at all.

TLDR: Sothis is a capital G Goddess

[therichantsim]

Cheating Death S15.Ep:62-BMB36

@beebeesiims @yooniesim @missmoodring @colourfullsims @noir-pixels @helloavocadooo

Commentary below the cut.

This day four gameplay of this challenge was wild. Noemy died. She was the only one up when I saw the fire. I thought there would be a queue to put it out but instead it was repair. Replace wasn't an option. WHY MAKE A OUTDDOOR STOVE THAT CAN'T GET RAINED ON!

I also learned only one sim can plead for a life. I clicked on everyone that was up and depending on their mood was how they would plea. Like flirty the option was to seduce plea, angry was demand plea etc.

I had Quinton invite her ghost over so I could revive her. Then add her back to the household. Now even though the relationship bar was still intact, he stopped following her around and started following Zahara. He asked her to be his girlfriend while I was making Trin vacuum the house. I canceled the action and cheated their moods because he was sad from being rejected and she was sad from breaking his heart. Chanel got jealous and stomped around. I'm not sure if cheating Noemy's death made everyone act weird or what but things felt off. Also, outdoor movie screen from the Backyard Stuff Pack breaks when it rains as well.

[fatefcked]

〈 leo suter  ›  nonbinary  ›  he/they  › 1000+   〉  ———   a grand welcome to the vieux carré, FINN MIKAELSON. with a city as diverse as this, there’s a new threat on almost every corner. being a ORIGINAL VAMPIRE might provide some protection but their biggest strength may come from being loyal to NO ONE. many see them as a SOLDIER which is why TORN OPEN TOMB / I FELL IN YOUR COLD FISSION BOMB / I FELL IN YOUR WAR / AGES OF DELERIUM / CURSE OF MY OBLIVION / TREMOR OF MY HEAVEN SON / TARES OF MY KINGDOM COME seems to fit them perfectly. whispers say they’re from the PAST. can it all be believed? just keep an eye on them and see if their true colors shine through.   

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finn is somewhat canon divergent

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full name : faðir mikjálsson species : original vampire gender : nonbinary age : very , very old pronouns : he / they sexuality : bisexual mbti : istj enneagram : type 1 ( sx ) tarot : the chariot character tropes : and i must scream , what have i become , who wants to live forever , death seeker , disowned sibling , horror hunger , kill the ones you love , cain and abel , roaring rampage of revenge , you are what you hate , used to be a sweet kid , no place for me there , fallen hero family : mikael & esther ( parents ) , freya , elijah , klaus , kol , rebekah & henrik mikaelson ( siblings ) , marcel gerard , davina claire , keelin , hayley marshall ( sibling-in-laws or close enough ) , zahara ( wife ) , ayana ( mother-in-law ) , bonnie , sheila , emily , etc. ( descendants by marriage ) , too many nieces & nephews

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all you ever wished for was a good death. a quick blade to the neck , a spear through the heart ---- to be eased into the meadows of fólkvangr where freyja ( and perhaps even your wife ) awaits. denied and denied again .... your brother , your mother , the snare of the other side , it keeps you. this affliction denies you what you're owed. the rot in your veins festers. and still , you persist.

you loved them once ( and maybe somewhere in your volcanic heart , still did ). how could you not ?? cradled in your arms , they were small and strange and needy. some you held before their father did , woke in the night to watch eagle-eyed and rock to sleep when mother was too bone-tired. and as they grew , they burst with life. a painter , a diplomat , a romantic , a strategist , an idealist ..... so different and so the same ---- all hell-bent on needling you into insanity. when you marry zahara , you leave the home with some reluctance. eager as you were to start a family of your own , your ties to the one you had ran blood deep.

henrik's death didn't just end his life. your mother's grief turned pernicious. when you woke after your father turned his blade on you , it was in a skin that fit differently. zahara's love was mixed with revulsion. ayana had warned your mother of the consequences and she hadn't listened. now she and the tribesmen you'd come to call family lay to waste. your home in ashes. your brother's memory tainted. you should've agreed when zahara offered you a swift death. instead , you follow your siblings.

your little monsters. your enfants terrible. you'd loved them from the moment they were born , since childhood ..... but children are meant to grow. their games were less charming when they used fangs and claws in the place of wooden swords , their selfishness and anger less innocent. they tear through towns and people without thought or care. there was no honor , no purpose , only gluttony. you were no stranger to blood or death ( had relished in it , from time to time ) but this was ..... this was something else entirely. you talk yourself hoarse speaking of discretion and care. they think you droll. you think you're trying to save them from themselves. still , you don't leave.

really you should have expected the dagger to the back.

when you wake , you're in hell. stretching out before you , is a centuries long void. in that time , you live a thousand lives and forget them just as quickly. you hear the voice of your brother or your wife or a stranger ( they all blend together , in the end ) you wake only to find it was a dream. you scream without sound. you wait for someone.

no one comes.

when elijah pulls the dagger from your chest , some part of you is tempted to stay in the coffin. you've forgotten who you are. around you , the world screams. it's all too much for your addled mind. you stumble through the motions of life with a throbbing migraine and a tremble in your hands. the visions that kept you company in your coffin haven't left you. you know nothing of love and trust , only the yawning chasm you were left in. it hurts. they hadn't thought of you once and it hurts. when your mother tells you that they've spawned more monsters ( hundreds ?? thousands ?? how many ripped through the streets as their siblings had ?? ) you're horrified. after everything , death would be a gift ----- even if it was one your siblings had no intentions of accepting.

death brings no peace. trapped on the other side , you wander. you plot. you look for your wife or your sister and come up naught. when you're yet again resurrected , you're world-weary and bone-bitter. your siblings have spent your death doing what they may. the town is overrun by monsters. you're plagued by life. esther promises redemption , but you only look for resolution.

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obviously divergences vary heavily with plotting , but in regards to canon changes :

---- finn was closer with their siblings while human than shown in show. the rift started after being turned. ---- finn's feelings towards hope are more complex. once they actually laid eyes on her , they'd have a much harder time going after her ---- resentment and envy turn to bitter melancholy at his own inability to have children / their children dying before birth. ---- finn would not have intentionally turned another person , let alone one they loved , so sage was an accident or turned by one of the others. ---- the details surrounding cursing kol would most likely be a little different ; it isn't that they wouldn't of done it , but i suspect they would've been a smidge more remorseful after the fact lol ---- vampire or not , finn struggles with depression , anxiety , psychosis , ptsd , depersonalization , derealization , migraines , sensory meltdowns , disorientation , cognitive issues and other effects of long-term deprivation

[muttlyparasitic]

"I think I prefer being stabbed" Zahara awkwardly announced "hm?" The man hummed in question as he began to wrap the open wound up on her forearm "It's um, a wound that will actually heal, ehe" she smiled, the man glanced over to Zahara with an unfazed expression yet his gaze stayed soft "you mean the taxidermy yeah?" He questioned and she nodded then sighed "I still can't belive she did that to me...I trusted Ginger so much" the man shrugged and continued to wrap "Just try to remember that it's not her, those masks make us act in ways that aren't really us, she probably wont even remember what she did to you" Zahara looked at the ground her cheerful presence noticeably becoming gloomy, the man shifted a little feeling awkward as he wasn't really used to having conversations anymore "um" he scratched his beard "if it makes you feel any better, I can relate, my best friend pushed me out a window and I fell to my death, when I manifested back in *the Ark* I was temporarily paralyzed before it severed my legs and gave me these hunks of metal to allow me to walk again" Zahara looked back at him, a wave of comfort washing over her, their eyes met "wow you um, must really trust me if you're willing to tell me such personal information" reverting his gaze back to the blood he put his mask back on and stood up stretching his arms high above his head "u-um well, I just know your mortality rate here in the ark probably isn't the greatest without that entity thats inside you so um, you'd uh probably die before you could share this stuff to anyone" she smiled up at him and sighed threw her nose "mhm, ok"

Zahara and Brian / Hoodie the first time they met!

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan

Rating: General

Word Count: 1K

Summary: At the art museum, Emma is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise.

Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, one shot, modern au

Author's notes: Happy Valentine's Day to my lovely followers and readers! Yesterday I released a poll to see which fic I should release next... and surprise, surprise, the release date was today! Almost half of you voted for "Art Museum," so I hope y'all enjoy this one! it is, in fact, based on that list of meet uglies that was floating around!

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 "I can't believe this guy has a whole wing dedicated to his art." Emma muttered, staring at the painting in front of her. She didn't know who this "Killian Jones" was, but based on his art, she was glad she didn't.

 "Why not?" A voice behind her asked.

 She hadn't even realized she'd made her statement out loud, but she'd never been one to back down from a fight, even over something as trivial as art.

 "It's tasteless," She turned to look at the stranger, only to find him more attractive than she expected, "and purposeless- like if absurdism and abstract art had a child in a soulless void. This guy isn't trying to communicate anything, and if he is, he's buried it so deep his viewership can't find out what it is."

 "That's because they're not looking," He said, "besides, isn't art open to interpretation? 'Death of the author' and all that? Maybe the reason you're not seeing the message is that you're not looking hard enough."

 Determined not to be outwitted by a cute art museum stranger, she turned back to the painting in front of her and tried to see what it could possibly mean. This piece in particular was of waves on a stormy sea- except one large blotch of a vibrant white, silhouetting a sailing ship.

 "This one communicates that he knows how to paint water," Emma suggested, "but he's scared to try his hand at realism when it comes to boats. It almost looks like he intended to paint a magnificent vessel there- but backed down at the last minute."

 The stranger laughed. "That's what this picture shows. But what does that communicate?"

 "That he doesn't like to paint boats?"

 "Then I suppose you haven't paid close attention to the rest of the exhibit," he said, "ships seem to be a recurring theme in Jones' work."

 Emma bit her lip and nodded. She did recall seeing a few other paintings of ships in this wing.

 "So the absence of the ship here is intentional," he continued, "he meant for this picture to be missing something."

 "A purpose?" Emma suggested.

 He gave half a laugh, "You're closer than you think. I believe Jones' purpose," and here he paused, for a dramatic effect, "is that some purpose of his is missing. The sea has everything but a vessel to sail on it, and without it, something is missing. A clever metaphor, really- though it may be a bit lost on less intellectual self-proclaimed connoisseurs."

 "Did he just insult me?" Emma thought, though she had to admit, she started to appreciate the meaning behind the piece- there'd been times she'd felt like that shipless sea herself. Still, she was determined not to be outwit by this stranger.

 "That's just one piece," Emma said, then pointed to one she'd spent twenty minutes judging, "what do you think he meant to communicate by this?"

 This one was more simplistic than the other, painted in only three colors, and only using basic shapes. It depicted a classic red heart on a white background, with three lines overtop the heart, something like thorns sticking out of the lines- and those were deep black.

 "A valentine's heart a five year old could draw," Emma said, "basic shapes, a self proclaimed gritty design that a twelve year old emo with Microsoft Paint would be able to make for themselves."

 "You've done it again," he said, "in attempting to swing a low blow on the painting, you've instead hit the nail on the head. This is simple, it is easily accessible- and I think that's because grief is too. Whatever pain inspired this piece, he must've found it extremely extraordinary, to paint it in such an ordinary manner- as if trying to make one understand it. See how the thorns cover the heart, almost like a jail cell, like you can't reach your heart through all that grief."

 Emma nodded. "Or maybe the heart is trying to get out- and the grief is the cage you use to protect it."

 "So this piece doesn't exist in a soulless void either?" he asked, and raised an eyebrow.

 "Two out of twenty means nothing."

 "Then perhaps discuss another?" he asked.

 "What about that one?" Emma asked. A few paintings down the hall was an abstract array of brushstrokes, all positioned vertically on the canvas. All of them were in shades of red, pink and white, except for two of them. These two would've been directly parallel with each other if they were centered on the canvas, but one was on the top right and the other on the bottom left. They were a deeper shade of red, so much so that they were almost purple, and on further inspection one could even see a little bit of blue peeking out the edge of each stripe, on the sides facing their nearest edge.

 "What do you think he doesn't mean to say in this one?" he asked her.

 "It looks like Pong without the ball or the center line." Emma said. "Is this another 'something important is missing' too, like how," and here she feigned a dramatic tone of voice, "a game of Pong without the ball is already lost?"

 "Not even close this time," he said, "and you were so good up until now."

 "I thought art was up to interpretation?" Emma asked.

 "True, but look at this," he pointed to the title of the piece.

 "Silverstein's Masks?" Emma asked. "I don't know who Silverstein was, but he must've been some kind of picasso painting himself if he could wear this as a mask."

 "So knowledgeable in the visual arts, but not in the literary," he shook his head, "I believe the Silverstein in question is Shel."

 "Shel Silverstein?" Emma asked, "like, The Giving Tree."

 "Ah, so you do know the classics," he said, "but you may not be familiar with one of Silverstein's lesser known works, a short poem almost like a tragedy, simply entitled Masks."

 "And I take it you know the poem?"

"Quite familiar with it," he said, "'She had blue skin, and so did he. He kept it hid, and so did she. They searched for blue their whole lives through- then passed right by and never knew."

  "And these stripes are supposed to represent that?" Emma asked, trying to hide how impressed she was by his recitation.

 "You know more than you're letting on," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder to turn her attention back to the painting, pointing out details with his other hand, "see how these two almost look like they're moving, moving past each other. And while, for the most part, these appear like the others, you can see, just barely peeking out at the bottom- though not where the other could have ever noticed- that under all that red, they're blue."

 "So?" Emma asked, understanding exactly what it meant, but wanting to hear him say it in his own words, finding his intellect and voice and his face altogether quite attractive.

 "In trying to blend with the rest of the palate, they've closed themselves off from the opportunity to be understood- they've lost a chance to be truly loved because they tried to be something they weren't."

 Emma nodded. "I think I get it now."

 She looked up at the stranger, his hand still on her shoulder, his eyes a work of art unto themselves, one that she carefully inspected.

 "Shall we discuss another one?" he asked, remembering his place and taking his hand off Emma's shoulder.

 "I think you've proved your point," Emma said.

 "Oh?" he asked, "and what point is that?"

 Emma rolled her eyes. "Killian Jones is very clearly a talented artist with a clear message in his works."

 The stranger smiled a little more than expected, almost sheepishly.

 "I'm glad to hear you've changed your mind, miss…."

 He held his hand out to her, and she took it, noticing how strong his grip was, but how delicate as well.

 "Swan," Emma said, "Emma Swan. And you are?"

  "Artist in residence," he smiled, "Killian Jones."

[toomagazineperfection]

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[sistamagza]

BREAKING! Afro-Soul singer Zahara dies aged 36

New Post has been published on https://sistamagazine.co.za/afro-soul-singer-zahara-dies-aged-36/

BREAKING! Afro-Soul singer Zahara dies aged 36

South African singer and songwriter Zahara, real name Bulelwa Mkutukana, has died at age 36. The multi-award-winning musician, known for her hit song ‘Loliwe’, passed away at a private Johannesburg hospital on Monday night. Fiancé Mpho Xaba was by her bedside. A source close to the muso told Sunday World that the singer passed away just before 9 p.m.

“The family will release a statement soon. She was with Mpho when she passed away,” the source added. “I am getting calls from everywhere. I am in Cape Town and doing my best to get a hold of Mpho. I can’t get hold of him,” he further added.

Zahara was first brought to a medical ward, but as her health deteriorated, the private hospital moved her to the intensive care unit (ICU). The afro-soul singer’s condition worsened last week, and it was reported that she was unresponsive.

Zahara, on how she would like to be remembered.

Zahara’s Early Life And Career

Born in East London, in the Eastern Cape, in 1987, Zahara started her career busking on the streets of East London. She was signed to the label TS Records by TK Nciza.

After signing a record deal with TS Records, Mkutukana’s debut album, Loliwe (2011), went double platinum. Her second album, Phendula (2013), produced three chart-topping singles, “Phendula,” “Impilo,” and “Stay.”.

Country Girl (2015), which was Zahara’s third album, was certified triple platinum. She then signed a record deal with Warner Music, following her departure from TS Records. Her fourth album, Mgodi (2017), was her best-selling album and was certified platinum.

Peaking at number 1 on iTunes in the year 2021, was her fifth album, Nyaba Yam.

Her accolades include 17 South African Music Awards, three Metro FM Awards, and one Nigeria Entertainment Awards. Zahara was on the 2020 list of the BBC’s 100 Women. She appeared as a guest judge on the seventeenth season of Idols South Africa in 2021.

[Source : WIKIPEDIA]

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[barbylion]

wyd when an otherwise harmless confrontation with your gf's other gf becomes a bloody standoff incited by some fuckass walmart brand cthulhu freak and ultimately ends in your death ? 🤨

and wyd when you miraculously come back at the hands of some obscure entity that acts like they don't want anything from you but deep down you know that everything comes with a price; especially these crazy abilities you suddenly have? 🤔

Meet Zar!

(she/they)

Zahara "Zar" Hawthorne

pronouns: she/they

age: 18

dob: December 17th, 2005

death date: January 1st. 2023

resurrection date: January 8th, 2023

orientation: biromantic, aegosexual

general fc: amandla stenberg

starkid fc: tiffany williams

facts n things:

was That Girl™️: popular cheerleader, but nice enough to have a plug in every clique; in the top 10 of her class; had the perfect girlfriend, etc. etc. very sweet girl, just had the worst friends

was (and is) deeply strange by normie standards. hangs out in graveyards and develops parasocial relationship with some of the tombstones. has a serious fascination with life, death, anatomy, bugs, the supernatural, etc.

initially kept that shit to herself bc it's social suicide—total grounds for being a nerdy prude. dying changes ur outlook a bit, though. release ur inhibitions, feel the rain, etc, etc

can be very blunt and outspoken. despite being well meaning and friendly, she'll sometimes say things without thinking but they always apologize as soon as they realize she's stuck a foot in her mouth. all but abandoned her peppy sunshiney half after coming back. she's still in there, somewhere. but it'll take a lot for them to fully trust someone enough again

so, what happened?

their gf's other woman, who I'll name Lou for simplicity, got her to come out to the ol' Waylon place so they could "talk"

many things lead to many other things and an "intimidation" attempt turns into a murder attempt, with Lou being under the influence of Wiggly

ruh roh! snapped out of it, Lou is in a panic and decides to call the mutual gf for advice

mutual gf is the worst person ever, actually. instead of turning Lou in, she helps her cover things up and they dump Zar's body deep in the Witchwood Forest

but wait, there's more! Zar's not quite dead and eventually succumbs to a combination of their wounds and the freezing January night

but not before weakly calling out to somebody, anybody for help

seven days later and She Has Risen! with the help of a currently undetermined entity, but renewed life comes with a price and, in order to live, Zar must do their bidding

it's not all bad, though. they don't ask for things super often (but when they do, there's absolutely no objections. ever.) and have been super helpful in both Zar's revenge plot and honing her newly gained abilities. sometimes she uses her powers for good tho

anywayy, Zar dropped out of Hatchetfield High after being murdered—fair tbh. who needs a GED when you can work at the seedy occult store in town and also be an immortal witch of ambiguous moral standing 🤷🏽‍♀️

but tbh - at the end of the day, they're still just a 18 year old girl. imagine all the cringe 18 year old quirks and throw them into a vat of powerful murder gremlin soup. that's Zar

(after)life goals:

get revenge ✅

join smoke club ✅

resurrect the Victorian Dandy whose grave she hung around the most—they had a tryst in the afterlife and are saur in love 🔳

go on a tour of all the most haunted places in the world 🔳

see Gossip, Babymetal, and MCR in concert 🔳🔳🔳

Zahara and her story draw heavy influence from Jennifer's Body, Lisa Frankenstein, Poor Things, every other goth horror queen and a myriad of tropes I really enjoy. they're my manic murder goth girl, but she's so chill if you're cool 😌

Pre-Death Pinterest

After-Death Pinterest

[hotbunking-vacheads]

We'll get to the zombies eventually, I swear, but first, Imperial HR drama.

A treble, musical sound drifted through the gangway. Whistling. Jareth recognised the tune of On the Road to Jedha City, an old fan favorite among spacers that the Navy had called dibs on. With its approach came footsteps from the pilot station at the far end of the flight deck. Austin hurriedly stubbed the cigarette on the bulkhead and hid what remained of the butt in a pocket. Captain Cody sashayed into view, a picture of grace in uniform with her hands behind her straight back. From her belt dangled lightly the stun baton on her left hip and a handheld blaster holstered on her right. Unlike their scrappy gear, hers looked new–or at least well polished, all straps secured and the cuirass form-fitting. Jareth realized that, much to his own chagrin, his breath had caught; likewise the other guards’, judging by their quiet gasps.

[vedantxarora]

INTRODUCING . . . VED ARORA

full name: vedant gagan arora

nicknames: ved, raja (by his family)

age: thirty-seven

date of birth: june 15, 1986

gender: cis male

occupation: bouncer/bartender at soundwave

neighborhood: midtown

IN A NUTSHELL . . .

parental death tw, cancer tw, hostages tw vedant was the second of two sons, born on a rainy day in delhi. his life was marked by loss within hours of his birth when his mother passed away due to complications in the delivery. his father, while unwilling, was compelled to remarry by his family. they moved to the united states shortly after, and his step-mother showered both him and his older brother, santosh with love and care. while they saw the relationship between his father and mother was nonexistent, the children never felt the strain of her marital relationship impact her maternal love. when his brother was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of leukemia, vedant was the presumed donor for a bone marrow transplant. the fact that he was not a match and therefore could not help his brother haunts him to this day. within a few years of her birth they said goodbye to santosh as well. grappling with their grief, ved threw himself into school. after graduation, he attended georgetown and then received an mba from stanford. he began to work with the fbi in hostage negotiations. within a few years he had excelled at work and was handling international negotiations. one such mission took him to syria where he disobeyed instructions in saving mahira zahara garcia. upon returning to the us, he was put on probation and after a few more episodes of poor performance since returning, he was asked to take a break. he returned to wilmington to be with family and work through the demons that caused him to buckle under pressure for the first time.

IN THE WEEDS . . .

Born during the monsoon season in Delhi, Vedant’s very first moments in the world brought tragedy with them. He was only minutes old when his mother passed during child birth, leaving with him little more than her name as his middle name. And thus began Vedant Gagan Arora's series of loss and trauma. His father tried to raise his two sons on his own but family pressure and lack of much needed support led him to marry once more. Where Gagan had been the woman he loved, his new wife was the one who could love his children. And he did not need more than the memories of his late wife and the maternal instinct of his new life partner. Soon after the marriage, they moved to the United States to their first home in Iowa. Vedant grew up knowing only his step-mother as his own. And she absolutely doted on both him and his older brother, Santosh. But it was no secret that she showered her oldest son with the most love given his vivacious personality.

Yet his childhood too was marked by struggle. With a rare and aggressive form of cancer that required a bone marrow transplant, the obvious choice was Vedant. After all, they shared the same blood, who could be a more perfect match? Unfortunately, it was discovered that Vedant was not a match and once again he was faced with the possibility of losing a family member. And it would once again be attributable to him. The thought alone haunted him as he grew even more withdrawn despite the family never voicing such sentiments to him. A part of him felt as though he were a bad omen, bringing destruction and loss wherever he went. They had a few years of absolute happiness when they found a donor. Then once again, Santosh relapsed and this time, there was no treatment that could succeed in prolonging his life. The Dasaris said goodbye to one more family member and plunged into misery immediately. The light and happiness of their house vanishing with their oldest.

It took years to heal, and even then the emptiness could be felt throughout the family. Vedant, having always been introspective and closed off excelled in his academics. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself sane. He ended up attending Georgetown University soon after leaving Wilmington, studying psychology. Thinking it were better for his family if he were away from them, things improved slightly in his absence. Or at least, he was not privy to the ways in which his sister carried the burden of ensuring the family stayed intact and afloat. He continued his education, pursuing an MBA at Stanford University a while later. Vedant was hardly made for business, and it was perhaps for that reason that his career path took a far more dangerous turn. Feeling as though it was hardly fulfilling to work as a consultant or banker like many of his classmates, Vedant instead ended up working at the FBI as a hostage negotiator. Driven by a desire to actually be the source of happiness in the lives of strangers, he quickly rose the ranks as his negotiation skills were unparalleled.

His career soon took him from D.C. to international conflicts. With a few years of training under his belt, he whisked off to negotiate higher stakes situations. His entire career was marked by success. Unlike his childhood, in which he lost two family members, Vedant this time around managed to reunite a number of families with their loved ones. He was all primed to work his way up the ladder. But it all changed when he disobeyed orders in Syria. They were two journalists. A woman and a cameraman, caught in the middle of a hostage situation. Vedant was stationed nearby with orders to wait for further instruction. The tensions were high, as were the demands. Ones that the United States government would have to comply with if they were to rescue their own. The crushing guilt of his childhood came crashing back when after nearly 18 days of hostile negotiations, they were no closer to success. It was then that the thought was floated. Perhaps they had never intended to release the hostage at all. With negotiations at a standstill, it seemed that the government was growing less and less inclined to give into the demands and bring the two journalists back to their family. The thought was unconceivable to Vedant and, for the first time, he went against the orders he was given and sought to save the two himself. He could not watch yet another person lose their life because of his failings.

It was only when he entered the compound that he realized that they had already lost one. He had already failed one family. Throwing his life on the line, he made sure to bring Mahira Zahara Garcia out with him. And while the rescue was a success, it also cost him his promotion. It cost him the work that he was doing and that had gained him such accolade. When he returned, he began to work on smaller cases. They were all local, nothing nearly as high stakes. Added to that was the trauma that returned. The years of wickedness and desperation that he had seen in his life. The worst of human kind and the worst emotions one could feel. They came crashing down and the agency appointed therapist suggested that he take some time off. Reorient himself. He returned to his hometown of Wilmington, wondering if surrounding himself with his family, the people with whom he had first experienced loss, would allow him to heal from within.

[loneranger0369]

There is not much News coming out of Iran.

Probably Internet is completely shut down.

I will share the Names of people who were announced to be sentenced to Death, but were not at that time. I hope all of them are alive and well.

I request you to Reblog these Names. Please share.

Mohammad Ejma

Mohammad Pasandian

Sajjadimannejad

Mehdisannefarshi

Hazharhamidi

Alirezakafaei

Miladarmoun

Elahe Mohammadi

Niloofar Hamedi

Shoaib Mir Baloch Zehi Rigi

Mohammad Ghobadloo

Mohammad Qobadloo

Ebrahim Naroui

Toomaj Salehi

Farnoush Esmi

Benjamin Gaffari

Mohammad Boroughani

Ayoub Jamal

Mohammad Soltani

Mojgan Valian Zadeh

Jalil Azizpour

Alan Veysi

Bahaledin Veysi

Javad Rouhi

Elham Modaressi

Ava Jahangiri

Paria Faramarzi

Shahin Samadpour

Hamid Gharehasanlou

Farzaneh Gharehasanlou

Manouchehr Mehman-Navaz

Akbar Ghafari

Ebrahim Rigi

Mohsen Rezazadeh Qaraqualou

Saman Yasin

Seyed Mohammad Hosseini

Parmida Mehdipour

Farhad Tahazadeh

Farzad Tahazadeh

Sahand Noor Mohammadzadeh

Mehdi Keshvari

Hossein Hajlou

Abol Fazl Mehri

Hossein Mohammadi

Raha Ajoudani

Arin Farzania

Armin Mehdi Shokrollahi

Amir Mehdi Jaffari

Mahan Sadrat

Saeed Shirazi

Hajar Hamidi

Reza Eslamdoost

Karvan Shahiparvaneh

Shahram Marouf-Moula

Saeed Yaghoubi

Saleh Mir Hashemi

Amir Nasr Azadani

Mohsen Sohrabi

Makan Davari

Majid Kazemi

Hassan Firouzi

Farnaz Alizadeh

Niloufar Shakeri

Soheila Hijab

Hasti Ofogh

Samaneh Fathi

Shaker Behrouz

Parham Parvari

Saman Sayeedi

Elham Shoukdar

Zahara Hamedani

Navab Ebrahimi

Keyvan Mohtadi

Ehsanpirbarnash

Poryajavaheri

Ebrahim Naroui

Mehdi Mohammadi Fard

Mansour Dahmardeh

Kambiz Khorvat

Arshia Takdastan

Vajihe Pari Zanganeh

Amirsartipi

Zahra Nabizadeh

Hossein Ekhtarian

Mohammad Ekhtarian

Amir Mohammad Jafari

Maryam Haqgou

Shahla Abdi

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Women. Life. Freedom.

Freedom for Iran