#dra. beckett

[tireideum-livro]

" – Algumas coisas na vida são tão óbvias que acabam se tornando as mais difíceis de enxergar."

- Dra. Beckett, Liz Stein

[bravevulnerability]

What if 3x13 happens during the 47 seconds arc?

Her knuckles are white around the steering wheel, the binoculars tossed aside in her lap. The tension in the Crown Vic is palpable, the concern for their friends and the discomfort of sitting in the small space together causing a bead of sweat to form on the back of her neck.

They're parked outside the building they traced Maddox to, where Ryan and Esposito are being held, possibly tortured. A guard stands posted outside the entrance, posture relaxed but eyes alert and ready.

"That guy'll spot a S.W.A.T team from a block away. He'll warn Maddox." Beckett sighs, chewing on her bottom lip. "They'll both be dead in seconds."

Castle is quiet beside her and she doesn't have the courage to look at him in that moment, to see his steely blue gaze not just angry with her, but further disappointed too.

"I'm open to dumb ideas here."

A shaky breath exhales from the passenger side. "Good, because I've got one. But you'll have to trust me."

Beckett turns towards him, holds his gaze. For a second, it feels normal again - not like he's replaced her with a shoddy excuse for a detective or a blonde stewardess. In the moment, they feel like partners again.

"I do."

His lips part, as if he's about to say more, but instead, his fingers close around the door handle and he's pushing it open.

"Castle," she growls, reaching for her own door.

"Just play drunk and follow my lead," he hisses, slamming the car door and circling around to her side of the vehicle in a lazy stroll.

The guard notices the second they exit the car, body shifting in their direction.

"Loosen up, lean on me," he murmurs, catching her hand and spinning her into his arms.

He makes a show of laughing loudly and she does as he instructed, staggering with a giggle into his side, snagging her fingers in his coat to keep her balance. Castle's hand is roaming her side, slipping from her shoulder to her waist, dragging her in close, and she tries to ignore the sharp flutter in her stomach.

The guard leaves his post reluctantly, approaching them with a critical eye.

"He's not buying it, Castle," she hums into his shoulder, heart beginning to pound as the guard comes closer. She keeps her smile in place while she shifts in his grasp, continuing the airy laughter even as her fingers graze her gun.

But then Castle is snatching her hand with his own, dislodging it from the piece. His fingers are smoothly moving to the small of her back, pulling her in close, while the other catches her by the cheek.

The laughter comes to an abrupt halt.

The blue of his eyes glows in the darkness of the parking lot, holding her attention as they flicker to her mouth. Her fingers are shaking as they grasp for the sides of his coat, her head nodding at its own accord when he drifts in, touches his lips to hers for the first time.

The electricity stuns her, crackling across her lips. He's tentative, his mouth soft but unmoving against hers, barely a kiss, but his hands roam her back, make a show of having her body pressed to his.

"This okay?" he mumbles, nudging his nose against her cheek, and she feels a tremble of need ripple through her.

She answers with the part of her lips, the sweep of her tongue to the seam of his mouth. Castle startles back for a moment in surprise, but his eyes slide toward the guard, and he's leaning into her, accepting the fuse of her mouth to his once more.

Her heels are high, but she still finds herself rising up, arching into him as she sucks his upper lip into her mouth, laves her tongue over the tender flesh. Castle groans, scraping at her lip with his teeth, digging his fingers into the coat at her back. Her fingers scrape through his hair, nails scorching his scalp, and he grunts into her mouth, sucks her tongue into his.

She's watching the guard, she swears she's devoting some of her attention to the guard, but she can't help the way her knees dip, the way he supports her with the thigh between her legs, the moan he drags from deep in her throat.

The low chuckle of the guard from behind Castle has her eyes fluttering open to see the other man turning away, shaking his head at them.

She sighs, hating herself for wishing he had taken a little longer to fall for the ruse, and then she's snagging the gun from her waistband. She uses her hold on Castle's shoulder and her own momentum to swing forward, knock the guard out cold.

"Holy shit," he's gasping from behind her.

She spins on her heel, finds Castle gaping at her with kiss swollen lips and wide eyes, hair disheveled and chest heaving.

"That was... a lot." Her face flushes, ears burning with heat, and he stares up at her in disbelief. "You - Kate, you didn't have to kiss me like that."

"I didn't?"

"I mean, yes, but the way you - and how you-"

"Later," she stops him, jerking her head towards the building. "The boys."

"Yeah, yes, of course," he nods, blinking furiously and trotting up alongside her as they approach Maddox's hideout.

-

Castle is hidden behind a wooden beam, crouched atop a crate of ammo as Maddox drifts into his line of sight. Rick's had his eye on Kate the entire time, ensuring that she wasn't shot amidst her exchange of fire with the sniper. She's reloading her weapon, hidden behind a beam on the opposite side of the garage, when Maddox situates himself directly below Castle, Kate in his sights. Again.

He doesn't think twice this time.

Castle leaps onto Maddox, tackling him to the ground, knocking the gun from his surprised grasp, and taking a fist to the sniper's face. Over and over and over again. Until he stops seeing Kate bleeding out underneath him.

"Castle!"

He jerks his attention to the call of his name, the sound of her voice.

His knuckles are throbbing, Maddox's face is a mess of blood, and Kate is holding out her hand to him.

"Rick," she says softer.

He releases a shaking breath and takes her outstretched hand, lets her pull him off of the sniper. The guy who tortured Ryan and Esposito, who put a bullet in her chest, upended her entire life.

The S.W.A.T team is swarming in now, shouting commands and racing to the boys, checking pulses of the men Kate took out. She draws him away, off to the sidelines as the team ascends towards Maddox's unconscious form.

"You okay?" she asks, her voice gentle. He tears his eyes away from the activity all around them and looks to her.

He flexes his fingers unthinkingly, winces. "Never better."

"Good," she whispers, nudging him towards a back entrance. He can hear the squawk of squad cars arriving outside, the siren of an ambulance. He reaches for the exit's door with his good hand to lead them out into the night, but Kate is stilling him, catching his shoulder and turning him towards her.

He doesn't have the chance to question her. Too quickly, she's stepping into him, shaking hands on his cheeks and fervent lips bruising against his own. Laying siege to his mouth and taking everything he has, and he lets her.

Castle moans quietly, burying a hand into the thick curls of her hair, clinging to her nape as her chest presses flush against his.

"I'm so sorry, Castle," she breathes, stroking his cheeks, his jaw, with her fingers. "I'm sorry for whatever I did, however I hurt you."

"Kate," he sighs, but her head is shaking, nose bumping against his, every touch of her skin like a spark lit against his own. He can't think straight, can't come up with anything to say to refuse her, can't bring himself to want to.

He's missed her so damn much.

"I just want you." The words whisper over his lips and she seals them there, dusting a kiss to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, hovering over the home of his lips.

"I love you," he mumbles, waiting for her eyes to widen in shock or shame, but she only gazes up at him, her eyes hazel and wide. "If that's not what you want, I can't-"

"It is," she swears, fierce like the kiss she places on his lips. His back is pressed against the door and he uses the leverage to spin them, her hands knotting in his hair as he seals her spine to the metal door.

Her leg curls at his thigh, possessive, and he scrapes his teeth along her jaw, her throat, sliding down the lithe line of her body until he meets the barrier of her turtleneck.

She yanks him back to her, nails scratching at his coat as she sighs into his open mouth, angles her head to deepen the kiss he fits to her lips. He can feel the wild throb of her heart, the way it accelerates when his hands steal beneath her shirt, soak in the heat radiating from her flesh.

"Uh, Detective Beckett?"

Castle tears his mouth from hers, checks over his shoulder to see a guy in a S.W.A.T uniform and a clipboard looking awkwardly between them and the floor.

"We need your statements."

"Sorry, yeah, be right there," Castle gets out, breathing totally uneven.

The guy nods and hurries off as quick as he can.

Kate groans and buries her face in his throat. Castle huffs a laugh and knocks his forehead into her temple.

"Careful, Beckett," he murmurs into her hair, dusting his lips to the hinge of her jaw. "Everyone's going to know."

Her lips part over his jugular, tongue laving over his pulse, and he gasps.

"I don't care," she says, drawing back to look at him, eyes hazy and lips red. "I just need you to know."

"Know what exactly?" he tests, pushes, but she doesn't hesitate.

"I'm in this," she says evenly, but there's a tinge of sorrow in her eyes, a mournful expression on her lips as she stares up at him. "I know there's - I know you don't want to work together anymore, but please, can I just - can I have you?"

Shit. They so need to talk. A lot. But her lashes hide her eyes as they fall to his mouth and his resolve crumbles.

"Everything?" he breathes, cradling her jaw in his bad hand, ignoring the pulsating ache reverberating through the bones.

She's nodding, leaning in to brush a whisper of a kiss over his lips like a promise. "Just want you. Just want to love you."

He kisses her once, twice, and traces his thumb over her swollen bottom lip. It's all he needs, more than enough for now.

"Come home with me tonight."

Kate grins shyly, reaches up to cradle his throbbing knuckles in the bed of her palm. "Yeah, Castle. As soon as we're done here. Let's go check on the boys and I'll wrap your hand."

She bumps his hips with her own, nudges free of his grasp, but keeps his hand cradled between both of hers.

"And thank you," she adds as she pushes open the door, spills them out into a sea of red and blue lights. "For having my back in there."

He hooks his fingers through hers, their hands a tangled mess.

"Always."

The pain in his hand is so worth it. It's all so worth it for her.

[lamaenthel]

Tivaevae | Chapter Fifteen: Epilogue

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 2,938 Chapter Summary: Ahsoka finally meets Taarak.

The crèche still smelled the same as it had as far back as Ahsoka could remember; chalky aquarelle paint and sweet craft paste, sharp calligraphy ink and sun-warmed tatami mats, all overlaid with the minty dalas wood incense that Crèchemaster Vereixem always claimed was calming to a child's disposition. He'd lit a stick ten minutes ago, probably sensing her irritation.

Kento—the ancient dras lizard that Ahsoka had once liberated from the Halls of Learning and hid under her bed for a week—lay sleeping on a java wood branch in his transparasteel enclosure in the quiet corner. The bone masks that her Kaleesh Crèchemaster wore were displayed high on the bamboo wall, out of reach of his curious wards and magnetized to avoid being pulled down with the Force. Each youngling he helped raise decorated a mask for him. They were made from mumuu bones that he harvested himself then carved to resemble the faces of various animals across the galaxy.

Hers hung three spots over from the floor-to-ceiling window that looked east; she still remembered painting the mask with careful fingers, sure that she would make the best mask ever for the nicest Crèchemaster in the galaxy. She had chosen the one that resembled a borgle bat and covered it with green, pink, and purple splotches–attempting a sort of patchwork look that she had really thought that she'd nailed at the time—and glued an obnoxious spray of white feathers in the center.

At the time she'd thought it a masterpiece, but now that she looked at it with fresh eyes the best she could say was that it wasn't quite as ugly as some of the others. The patchwork effect she had been going for made the skull look diseased and the feather crest was doing the same thing Anakin's hair did when he fell asleep flat on his face. Not that Vereixem cared, of course; as far as he was concerned, every single mask that one of his younglings made was perfect, no matter how ugly it was.

Taarak made a happy chirp that was muffled by Anakin's thumb. She glanced up from her coloring page just long enough to see that the little usurper was still dreamily munching away on her Master's ruined glove instead of coloring, distracted by the taste and feel of leather in his mouth and the toys levitating in front of him.

She knew she was being irrational. There was nothing to be mad or jealous or territorial over. Taarak was a kriffing toddler, he wasn't about to steal her Master out from under her. His constant scent marking was done from instinct, not as a challenge to her.

"Ndi mtundu wanji?" Anakin asked Taarak, bouncing him on his knee. His aura was a radiant cloud of coppery-blue pride-affection that made Ahsoka fight down the possessive urge to lean across the craft table and scent mark him into oblivion. "Pano, look. Ndi mtundu wanji, do you know?"

Taarak cooed and reached for the yellow block Anakin was pointing to. "Dzuwa," he sang softly.

"Inde, inde, very good." Vereixem had put out a bowl of raw bantha meat cut into cubes for them to share. Anakin popped one into his mouth, chewed it, then fed it to the toddler as a reward. "In Basic it's yellow, can you say yellow? Nena yellow?"

"El-low," Taarak said, blinking up at him.

"Yellow, inde, good boy." Anakin fed him another cube of chewed bantha meat, practically glowing with blue pride.

"Are you treat training him?" Ahsoka asked, trying not to scowl.

Anakin smirked and shrugged. "Worked for you, didn't it?" he asked, his aura going deep, brassy gold with affection-humor. He popped another cube in his mouth.

"You didn't—" Ahsoka began heatedly. A familiar tutting noise cut her off.

"Big feelings, my little kit, what do we do with our big feelings?" Crèchemaster Vereixem cooed at her over her shoulder. The mask he wore today was a ronto, decorated with rainbow-colored Sriluurian butterflies. Hundreds of small yarn chains the color of ruddy turu grass clicking with glass beads hung down his back.

"I don't have big feelings, Master," she grumbled.

"Really?" Vereixem chuckled. "How odd. My Empathy may not be visual like yours, but I could have sworn I sensed some very big feelings coming from this table."

"Perhaps they were Taarak's," she replied, coloring in her bantha forcefully.

Vereixem squeezed her shoulders. "Shall we sing the big feelings song together?" he asked.

"Master, I don't think that's necessary," she said faintly, cringing. She felt her stripes heat to black.

"I do," Anakin said in a serious voice, his aura gone molten gold with hilarity. "In fact, I'd like to learn it so that I can help you with your big feelings out in the field, Padawan."

"Oh, what a good idea!" Vereixem beamed at Ahsoka. "Ready, dear? We'll sing it together."

Ahsoka glared at her Master, who smiled back like a tooka with a mithoo in its mouth. "Go on," Anakin encouraged her.

Ahsoka took a deep breath. "I have big feelings, very big feelings. They make me yell and, they make me cry. But I'm bigger than, all my big feelings, so to the Force, all my big feelings fly."

Anakin helped Taarak clap his little red-orange hands with a face-splitting grin.

"Force, Force–" Vereixem paused with his hands above his head. "Come now, Ahsoka, don't forget the next part."

Ahsoka sighed and raised her hands. "Force, Force, like the rain, wash my big feelings away." They trailed their fingers down in tandem. "Force, Force, like the breeze, blow away my big feelings." They made their hands swim through the air. "Force, Force, like the sky, help make my big feelings fly." They painted a rainbow above their heads in an arc.

Vereixem clapped cheerily. "Well done, Ahsoka. See, don't you feel better?"

"Yes, Master," she said tonelessly, wishing she was dead.

"Can you do that again?" Anakin asked innocently, opening up the holocam on his wrist-mounted commlink.

Ahsoka growled at him. Taarak's eyes went wide, round, and nearly black, and his yellow aura brightened with milky fear and teal protection. He bared his little baby fangs at her and let out a returning high-pitched growl. Across the room, Kento's rainbow-colored frill popped up around his neck and he made a high shriek that Ahsoka had never heard before. He threw himself at the transparasteel wall of his enclosure and slid down, leaving a wet trail of venomous drool behind.

"Ayi, Taarak, ayi," Vereixem said sternly, striding over to the enclosure with his hand out. His pink aura reached out to Kento with minty serenity and calmed the creature, who sulkily crawled into his hide. "We do not use animals to hurt people. Knight Skywalker, translate for me please."

"Calm down, you two, there's plenty of me to go around," Anakin said, his aura gone a very smug shade of red. "Palibe nyama, Taarak."

"Inde," Taarak sang sweetly, pulling Anakin's head down so he could rub his lek all over his cheek again. He made steady eye contact with Ahsoka as he did, his aura glowing bright metallic green with victory-possession.

Ahsoka closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and centered herself. She was sixteen. Taarak was two. She was not going to snap at a baby. She focused on empathizing with the toddler instead of dreaming about biting him. Coming to the Temple was scary. He was possessive of Anakin because he was lonely and he was the one who had brought him to the Temple. It made her Master feel more familiar to him than he really was, so he was clinging to him like… like a little tick.

She opened her eyes and met Anakin's. He was biting down the urge to laugh and his aura was still bright gold, but he pulled a chewed cube out of his mouth and offered it to her. She accepted it, slightly mollified; she remembered what he'd said about treat training her a second too late.

His wide smirk said that he remembered too. "Good girl," he said with a pat on her head.

Taarak stuck his lip out and turned red with offense-disappointment at seeing her be fed one of his bantha cubes. He sniffed and looked away from them both.

"Why don't the three of you go for a walk?" Vereixem suggested. "Wear out Taarak for me so he's good and ready for a nap when you return."

Anakin seated him on his hip and Ahsoka accepted a farewell kiss on her cheek from Vereixem. "If you run into Parna, please tell her that I need Grogu's updated nutrition plan by tomorrow."

"Grogu?" Ahsoka asked, trying and failing to place the name.

"Have you not met him? He's a youngling assigned to Master Beq. For this decade, at least." Vereixem chuckled. "I believe they're in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, if you're headed that way."

"We're going to the meadow meditation room, but we'll keep an eye out for Parna." Anakin tickled Taarak's deeply clefted chin.

"And don't be afraid to come back and visit me once in a while, my little kit." Vereixem gently stroked her cheek with his dry, reptilian fingers that smelled like red clay. "You are all so precious to me, and this war has taken too many of you." His aura thickened with violet grief.

Ahsoka's heart sank. She took his fingers and kissed them. "I will, Master," she promised guiltily.

"So what did he mean by Grogu was assigned Master Beq for this decade?" Anakin asked once they were back out in the hall.

"He must have a long infancy," Ahsoka said with a shrug. "Some species need longer individual care before they can join a clan." She plucked a cube of meat from the bowl Anakin carried, chewed it, then held it out to Taarak along with a tendril of amber amenability.

Taarak darted narrowed eyes between her face and the offering. Ahsoka watched the little wheels turn in his head as he weighed his options, his aura switching back and forth between yellow suspicion and green trust, before he cautiously took it from her fingers. He held the meat in his mouth, swallowed it with a loud gulp, blinked a few times, then chirped and held his arms out to Ahsoka.

"I knew he'd warm up to you," Anakin said warmly as he handed him over, his aura awash with solid blue happiness.

Taarak nuzzled up against her neck, then pulled the tip of her lek into his mouth and started to suckle. One hand snuck around the back of her neck and started absently stroking along the seam between her rear lek and the base of her skull, sending a warm tingle down her spine. "We should learn to get along now. I have a feeling we'll have a Master in common one day." Ahsoka tried not to let her knees buckle from the endorphin rush.

Fierfek, and to think that she'd been labeled as a master manipulator as a kit. Taarak put her to shame.

"Are you trying to choose my next Padawan for me?" Anakin asked teasingly.

"Pretty sure he chose you, Master," Ahsoka said, then grinned. "But maybe I'll do what you did to Master Kenobi and steal him out from under you once he's old enough to be a Padawan."

"Hey, I didn't steal you, that was all Master Yoda!" Anakin protested, his aura still glowing gentle gold with humor.

Ahsoka purred and rubbed at the crook of Taarak's lekku buds. He purred back and her heart melted a little. "Kriff," she mumbled under her breath.

"So you never actually told me what the big deal was with his clan name," Anakin said, trying not to laugh at them.

Ahsoka caught Taarak's other hand before it weaseled down the front of her robes. If he thought she was going to nurse him just because she had the equipment for it, he was sorely mistaken. "Na'Hane is what we call people who were exiled after…" she tapped on her teeth and raised her brow markings meaningfully.

"They have their own clan?" Anakin asked, surprised.

Ahsoka shrugged. "Some of them end up sticking together for survival's sake. They can't chew, right? But a baby born to the Na'Hane would never be forced to bear that name after they were taken. I can't imagine why his adoptive parents would have kept it."

"Well, they were Toydarian. They must not have known." Anakin looked away and his aura briefly flickered with a purple line of guilt. "They probably thought they were honoring his heritage."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "It would have taken them five minutes on the holonet to find out what it meant, but you're probably right. Is it too late to change it in his records?"

Anakin held the turbo-lift door open for her. "I'll find out. So when you say taken…" He trailed off and looked at her sideways.

Ahsoka shifted Taarak's weight. "A Na'Hane can't be trusted with a child," she said firmly.

"So you just… take them?" Anakin asked, frowning.

"It's not like we go out hunting for them," Ahsoka said. "Usually, they're left on the edge of the village in the middle of the night by the Na'Hane."

"But if you ran into one out… doing whatever your people do, you'd just take them home?"

"A Na'Hane is a Togruta exiled from their clan for doing something horrible, Master," Ahsoka snapped, trying not to get annoyed with him. She pulled Taarak's hand out of her robes again. "It's to protect the child, we don't–"

"Easy, little one, easy." Anakin patted her between her montrals and fed her a bantha cube. "Don't get defensive, I was just curious."

Ahsoka swallowed her treat and tried not to sulk. Taarak's purr sped up and he suckled harder, running a fat little hand up and down her lek comfortingly as he did. She hugged him closer. "Anyway," she said, "I'm not saying that it would be a big deal here at the Temple, but if Taarak ever goes back to Shili it'll be pretty awkward. Imagine having to introduce yourself as Starkiller for the rest of your life because of something your mother did before you were even born."

Anakin's eyes widened and his aura went pale yellow with surprise-amusement. "Wait, Starkiller? His name means Starkiller?"

She didn't like how pleased he looked. "Na'Hane means killer," she said sourly. "Taarak—well, Tara—means star."

Anakin threw his head back and laughed. "Snips, there's no way I'm changing that. That is way too cool of a name to change."

Ahsoka scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Master…"

"Aww, who's my little Starkiller?" Anakin cooed, tickling Taarak's stumpy little rear lek. It twitched happily at the stimulation. "You are, yes, you're my little Starkiller…"

"Master, don't call him that!" Ahsoka said, exasperated. Taarak giggled around her lek.

"I'm absolutely calling him that and you can't stop me." Anakin pulled Taarak off of her lek with a loud pop! and blew a snozzberry into his neck. "Alright, Starkiller–"

Ahsoka groaned. "Master!"

" –Go get tired." Anakin set him down on the grass of the meditation room and released him. The kit squealed and took off for the koi pond, diving into a forward slide on his belly until he was peeking over the edge. His little red feet kicked in the air and he cooed at the fish in broken, babyish Toydarian.

Anakin put an arm around her shoulders. "So, did you and Obi-Wan make up? If I have to listen to him whine about his hurt feelings one more time I'll puke."

Ahsoka felt something go quiet in her chest. "Yeah. We're fine."

Anakin glanced down at her, his aura darkening with dark green unease. "Why do I sense that's not exactly the truth?"

She shrugged. "It's never going to be the same. It can't be. But I've forgiven him and I'm moving on."

Anakin sighed. "Ahsoka–"

"We can't stop change, Master," she reminded him. "I had to let him go. It's the Jedi way."

She rested her head against him and subtly rubbed her lek on his cheek while Taarak was distracted. "We'll have to let each other go one day too, Master," she said softly.

Anakin's aura brightened to staticky white with anxiety. "Yeah," he muttered. "One day." His hand twitched on her shoulder.

Ahsoka watched Taarak's aura lighten to burning orange with anticipation-excitement and his stubby little rear lek wag back and forth. She elbowed Anakin. "Just so you know, you've got about five seconds before Starkiller goes fishing."

"Before he–" Anakin's eyes went wide and he bolted for the toddler. "Ayi, Taarak, ayi! Osasambira!" He missed Taarak's ankle by inches, tumbling ass over elbows into the koi pond after him. He surfaced with a gasp a few seconds later, holding a giggling Taarak above his head while struggling to not let his long brown robe drag him back down. He looked like a sad, wet cat with his hair plastered to his forehead, but Taarak was delighted.

Ahsoka burst into hysterical laughter, falling to one knee and wheezing like she'd gotten the wind knocked out of her. Anakin's aura turned a menacing shade of orange with mischief. "Keep laughing, Snips!"

Ahsoka's laughs morphed into screams as Anakin lifted her up into the air with the Force and dropped her into the pond with them.

Notes:

TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Ndi mtundu wanji?: What color is it? Pano: Here Dzuwa: Yellow Inde: Yes Ayi: No Osasambira: No swimming

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Mitt navn er Lydia Diana Kok. Jeg er en 18 år gammel jente fra Vest-Telemark, som nå skal ta et årstudium i litteratur, film og teater. Jeg vil her skrive litt om min tidligere skolegang, og mine erfaringer og preferanser innen litteratur, film og teater. 

Fra 2017 til 2020 var jeg elev på dramalinja ved Skien videregående skole. Som dramaelev hadde jeg både teoretisk og praktisk undervisning om drama og teater. Teorien bestod av blant annet teaterhistorie, dramatikere, teaterfornyere, oppsetningspraksis, dramaturgier og skuespillerteknikk. I de praktiske fagene lærte vi hvordan vi kunne bruke teorien i arbeidet på gulvet. 

På grunn av dramalinja har jeg derfor noe praktisk erfaring med utøvende teater. På skolen fikk vi prøve oss litt i de ulike rollene i et teaterensemble, som for eksempel skusepiller, regissør, manusforfatter og scenograf. I tillegg til at vi fikk prøvd ut mye innenfor det store spekteret teater. Ved siden av skolen har jeg også fått litt erfaring, hvor jeg spilte en liten rolle i Grenland Friteater sitt skuespill, Meierislaget 1933. Her fikk jeg et innblikk i hvordan et stort ensemble jobber sammen, og hvordan man kan dramatisere en historisk hendelse.  

Med denne erfaringen innenfor teater vil jeg derfor si at min preferanse av litteratur, film og teater ligger på teater. Samtidig virker film veldig spennende, og er noe jeg gleder meg til å lære om og få jobbet med. Interessen min for analyse av litterære verker ble også større da jeg jobbet med mitt særemne. I denne oppgaven jobbet jeg med adapsjon fra bok til film, noe jeg syns var veldig interessant, hvor jeg måtte sette meg inn i regissørens tanker og valg. 

Om jeg skal velge noen favoritter innen disse tre uttrykksformene, er valget vanskelig. Det første teaterstykke jeg tenker på er Mens vi vente på Godot av Samuel Beckett, av den grunn at det er det siste jeg har jobbet med. Jeg syns stykket veldig godt viser hvor mye budskap og tema som kan ligge mellom linjene, og jeg syns absurd teater og dens tolkning av samfunnet er veldig spennende. Av dramatikere har jeg også mange å nevne, men vil dra frem Bertolt Brecht og hans episke dramaer. Jeg satte nemlig opp en av hans stykker som mitt regiprosjekt i 3. klasse, og syns det var utrolig lærerikt og gøy å jobbe med den episke formen.   

En roman jeg er veldig glad i er Dager med blå himmel av Jennifer Niven, da jeg har gode minner av å lese denne ungdomsromanen som femtenåring. Innenfor filmverdenen er det også mye å velge mellom, og en favorittfilm klarer jeg ikke velge. Men jeg vil nevne serien Euphoria, som imponerte meg stort med det filmatiske og klipp og redigering.

Dette var da en liten presentasjon av meg selv og mine erfaringer innenfor litteratur, film og teater. 

[austenholls]

BASIC

Name: Jane Austen Holland Age: 22 Height/Build: 5’4” / thin Body type: short, long limbs Scent: cedarwood + citrus Texture (i.e. of hands, skin, etc.): Smooth hands and skin, a dry patch tends to surface on the right side of her neck and the tops of her hands if she doesn’t tend to them. Clothing style/frequently worn clothes: lots of very feminine dresses, patterned shorts + billowy blouses, like a vintage clothing store, mostly. Eye color (list synonyms): hazel (golden, cocoa, nutty) Hair color and style (list synonyms): red (naturally strawberry blonde – though she filters through blonde, red, and brunette frequently), short, wavy (unruly, untamed) Other distinguishing physical traits: almond shaped eyes (her eyes actually sometimes seem to have golden flecks in them) Action tags: combs fingers through her hair when nervous, blinks more frequently when confused Verbal tags: loud, fast-paced speaking. Tags include: “you’re kidding.”, “DRA-MA”, “shut UP.”, “my guy/man.” Characteristic tags: outgoing, always laughing, judgmental, narcisstic Physical imperfections or something would most like to change: the size and shape of her nose, her skin tone. Race/Ethnic group: Caucasian

PERSONALITY & SKILLS

Religion: Agnostic Years of schooling: High school degree, a few college courses taken (though not currently enrolled) Any special occupational training: None. Occupation: Barista / Artist Past Occupations: Lifeguard, sold handmade cards on etsy for a while Skills, Abilities, and Talents: phenomenal artist (drawing, painting), can do a handstand for 30 seconds straight, has finished a triathalon Personality Type (Include Archetype/MBTI): ESFJ, Chaotic Neutral Admirable personality traits (strengths): fearless, extroverted, enchanting, creative Negative personality traits (weaknesses): impulsive, escapist, narcissistic, forgetful Things that make them angry: stolen art, late flights, unanswered letters, being asked about kennedy Method of handling anger: a lot of eye rolling and some choice words about things being ‘none of your business’ Things that embarrass them: being wrong, making a fool of herself in front of a stranger, being caught in a lie Method of handling embarrassment: generally blushing, giggling, and some face hiding| if a big deal, usually isolation and overconsumption of alcohol Fears: spiders, abandonment, open heights (if she’s enclosed in a room or by a balcony, she’s fine) Method of handling fear: screaming mostly when it comes to heights and spiders and if she fears being abandoned, she just pushes it down, closes herself off from whoever is making her feel that way. Bad habits or vices: smokes socially (marijuana and cigarettes), often drinks excessively when painting Prejudices: tends to make pushy people’s coffee slower, rolls eyes at those who complain about their parents Pet peeves or gripes: people who get smoke in her hair (smoke with the wind, k?), being told her art must look a certain way, people who don’t use their blinker, orange juice with pulp in it, when she isn’t told how talented she is Sense of Humor: crude, a lot like a ‘frat boy’

INTERESTS

Hobbies/Interests: drawing, painting, calligraphy, swimming, taking walks in unknown cities, traveling Favorite Foods: avocado, carrots, tacos, + red grapes Favorite Books: all the light we cannot see, harry potter series, the sun also rises, eat pray love, into the wild, untamed Favorite Color: rust orange Favorite Place: anywhere but where she is Item(s) special to character: her passport, the build a bear she made with Kennedy when they were in elementary school, and the first painting she ever made with her mother, Hannah

PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS

Person/friend close to character: beckett wells, roman anderson, tbd. Description of home, home life, and economic status: grew up in a warm household where everything was handed to her. Other than her purpose in life, that is. Brief family history: Born to Fiona and Hannah Austen, Austen lived a very easy, creative life. With a mother as a painter and an English literature professor for her mom, she was bound to have a love for both. Hannah left Fiona for a younger woman when Austen and her brother were just 16, leaving Fiona to care for their daughter all on his lonesome. Most painful experiences in character’s past (to prove why they act the way they do): Her mom leaving, falling off of her roof at age 13 and breaking her arm rendering her useless when it comes to heights, since graduating high school the constant ebb and flow of friends has caused her to think she’s far too much for this world. Character’s goal: To own a gallery and be a famous painter Character’s motivation: Her mother’s leaving made her feel like she was never worth success, but her talent and her mom always pushed her. She wants to prove her mom wrong. Character’s conflict: Fear that she’s not good enough, that her mother was right to leave because she’s worthless

[luizapoeiras]

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F O R M A Ç Ã O

9º período de graduação em Artes Visuais pela Universidade Federal de Minas Gerais 2016/atualmente

EXPERIÊNCIA PROFISSIONAL

Produziu a Programação Educativa da Exposição Territórios Populares em conjunto com Manuela Lima, no Centro Cultural da UFMG, dentro da programação do Verão Arte Contemporanea e do 14° Festival de Verão da UFMG, em janeiro e fevereiro de 2020.

Voluntária na Pesquisa Arte e Espaço Público no Brasil e na América Latina: Um recorte de gênero, coordenada por Brigida Campbell - UFMG. agosto de 2019 /atualmente.

Monitora no Departamento de Fotografia da Escola de Belas Artes - UFMG março de 2018/ dezembro de 2019

Voluntária na Pesquisa e Organização da Coleção Livro de Artista coordenada por Amir Brito Cadôr - UFMG novembro de 2016/novembro de 2017

Estagiária educadora da equipe de Educativo e Mediação do Museu Mineiro.  março de 2017/ outubro de 2017

OFICINAS E PALESTRAS MINISTRADAS

Ministrou a Oficina ‘‘Territórios Imaginários’’, com Manuela Lima no Centro Cultural da UFMG, com carga horária de 4 horas, no dia 30 de janeiro de 2020.

Ministrou a Oficina ‘‘Cartografias Coletivas’’, com Saulo Maciel e Manuela Lima no Centro Cultural da UFMG, com carga horária de 4 horas, no dia 25 de janeiro de 2020.  

Ministrou a Oficina ‘Lambe Lambe’, com Sthefany Paula, Will Sthanford, Yan Nicolas e Manuela Lima para jovens no Centro Cultural da UFMG, com carga horária de 4 horas, no dia 19 de janeiro de 2020. 

Ministrou a Oficina de fotografia ‘‘Narrativas de si’, com Sthefany Paula, Will Sthanford, Yan Nicolas e Manuela Lima para jovens na Ocupação Carolina Maria de Jesus, com carga horária de 4 horas, no dia 19 de janeiro de 2020. 

Ministrou a Oficina de fotografia ‘‘Narrativas de si’, com Valéria Borges, Yan Nicolas e Manuela Lima para jovens na Ocupação Pátria Livre, com carga horária de 4 horas, no dia 18 de janeiro de 2020. 

Ministrou a Oficina de fotografia ‘‘Malado’’, com Mateus Couto e Patricia Chiava, para jovens do Abrigo Granja de freitas, com carga horária de 6 horas, em novembro de 2019. 

Apresentou a Palestra ‘‘Arte para repensar, reinventar e construir’’ no evento Inova Comar na Escola SESI Belo Horizonte “Mariza Araújo” em novembro de 2019. 

Ministrou a Oficina de Aquarela ‘‘Construção de mapas’’ no Museu Mineiro, em julho de 2017.

Ministrou a Oficina ‘‘Caça ao tesouro: construção de mapas’’ no Museu Mineiro, em julho de 2017.

FORMAÇÃO COMPLEMENTAR

Curso LENDO O CAPITAL NA QUARENTENA, com a Profa. Dra. Marina Machado Gouvêa (ESS/UFRJ), de maio à setembro de 2020. 60 hrs

3a Edição do Laboratório de Emergência | COVID–19 | INFLEXÃO: ESTRATÉGIAS E NOVAS NARRATIVAS, realizado pela Silo - Arte e Latitude Rural, de 24 à 31 de agosto de 2020. 

Curso MARXISMO E QUESTÃO URBANA, realizado pelo Movimento de Luta nos Bairros, Vilas e Favelas (MLB) e pela Escola Nacional Eliana Silva, entre os dias 15 de junho e 13 de julho de 2020. 

Curso EDUCAÇÃO E SABERES AMBIENTAIS - A construção de outros presentes realizado pelo Laboratório de Estudos Bioculturais da UEMG - KAIPORA de 29 de junho à 29 de julho de 2020. 

Programa de intercâmbio, pesquisa e trabalho em arte e tecnologia do American Arts Incubator– Brasil (AAI), FUTUROS INCORPORADOS com o artista Santiago X, realizada em parceria com a ZERO1, a filial da Embaixada dos EUA em Belo Horizonte (MG), o Departamento de Assuntos Educacionais e Culturais dos Estados Unidos e colaboração do JA.CA - Center.

Oficina ‘‘Táticas de (in)visibilidade: pontos cegos e rotas invisíveis’’ ministrada por Sara Lana em setembro de 2019, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil. 

Encontro Internacional ARTE, CULTURA E DEMOCRACIA NO SÉCULO XXI, realizado pela Prefeitura de Belo Horizonte, por meio da Secretaria Municipal de Cultura e da Fundação Municipal de Cultura, no período de 19 a 22 de agosto de 2019, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil. 

Oficina REFLEXÕES SOBRE O ARQUIVO E A CIRCULAÇÃO DAS IMAGENS, ministrada por Rosângela Rennó em 06 de julho de 2019, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil. 

Oficina ALTERIDADE NA CONSTRUÇÃO DA IMAGEM, ministrada por Virgínia de Medeiros em 11 de maio de 2019,  Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil. 

Oficina DESENHO SOBRE CIDADE, CIDADE SOBRE DESENHO ministrada por Marcos Chagas em 2018, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil. 

Oficina A OBRA É A ESPERA DA OBRA no Sesc Palladium ministrada por Júlia Panadés e Edith Derdyk em 2018, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil. 

Residência VER É UMA FÁBULA do 50º Festival de Inverno da UFMG ministrada por Cao Guimarães em  2018, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil. 

Oficina O CADERNO É O COMEÇO ministrada por Júlia Panadés em 2018, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil.

EXPOSIÇÕES E MOSTRAS

Expos o projeto Aguapé na exposição virtual American Arts Incubator - Brasil,  2020. 

Aprovada na Chamada Pública de 2019 do Centro Cultural da UFMG com o Projeto de Residência Artistica Imaginação Comum, com Brigida Campbell e Amanda Abreu, prevista para o primeiro semestre de 2020.

Artista participante da edição 2019 do projeto de pesquisa em arte, educação e novas mídias ‘’Collective Body’’ entre UFMG e Leeds Beckett University.

Expôs o projeto Malado na exposição Grupo Leve no CRAS Alto Vera Cruz, de 10 de dezembro de 2019 a 31 de janeiro de 2020.  

Expôs o projeto Entre Espaço em conjunto com a artista Marina Moreira no Centro Cultural da UFMG, de 9 de agosto a 3 de outubro.

Expôs na exposição coletiva Farofa Gráfica organizada pela Semanária das Artes Gráficas na Galeria MAMA CADELA em novembro de 2018.

Convidada pela artista Eliana Ambrósio na exposição Arquitetura da Paisagem, na Mostra Paralela no Fórum Lafayette, 27 de junho a 26 de julho de 2018.

HABILIDADES E CONHECIMENTOS

Inglês intermediário - Compreende bem, Fala bem, Lê bem, Escreve bem

Italiano intermediário - Compreende bem, Fala bem, Lê bem, Escreve bem (CENEX B2) Espanhol intermediário - Compreende bem, Fala bem, Lê bem, Escreve bem

[theonyxpath]

Yep, just when you think things are working as planned, you get a surprise.

In the case in the illustration above by our old pal Sam Araya, it’s a surprise thanks to the Contagion Chronicle!

Which is, right now, as you read this, seeping into our reality on Kickstarter!

Now, since we funded, support for this one has been steady, but slow. Part of that, we have no doubt, are the adjusted International shipping costs I talked about on this blog a couple of weeks ago.

There’s also a part that is kind of interesting, which is folks waiting to hear about a revealed section of the text that features a region or that has more to do with their favorite CofD game line. Well, we certainly hope that they like what they see when “their” section of text shows up!

In any case, we’re actually pretty happy with where this Kickstarter has been going, and we do hope more folks can jump on before the end a couple of weeks from now.

Check it out here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/200664283/contagion-chronicle-a-chronicles-of-darkness-cross

Dystopia Rising: Evolution art by Sam Denmark

I was also really happy just this last week to listen to last Friday’s Onyx Pathcast featuring an engrossing and fun interview with Chris Spivey. It is really interesting, and I think is an excellent place for anyone concerned about how we’ll be bringing Cthulhu into Scion 2e to get an idea of how Chris will be developing that project, and how he’ll be handling the built-in challenges of the source material.

You can find the interview here, on PodBean, or on any of your favorite Podcast venues: https://onyxpathcast.podbean.com/

Adventures For Curious Cats art by Pat Loboyko

Today, though, we were less happy with having to get together during the meeting and talk about how we need to figure out what broke in our proofing process with our Scion 2e core books.

I’ll talk more about this when we get all the information in, but it seems pretty sure that a number of errata fixes that Neall input did not “stick”, but remained as errors. He is currently, painstakingly, going back through his errata notes and reconstructing what changes need to be made.

The last I checked, he hasn’t found a pattern for why some changes stayed, and others did not, nor why this happened with these two books, but not on the dozen-plus books that have previously used the same proofing process. While I’d like to know that, and will, our in-house devs have already taken over the errata input phase so that our book developers only have to notate the PDF.

This will add another stage, but will also give us an additional chance to identify whether errata that we gathered is actually in a book.

We’ll be able to tell better once Neall finishes his pass, but we’re not seeing anything that breaks the game or makes it unplayable. Certainly, the rules as they stand have worked for the many Scion 2e groups who are already playing the game, including the fraction of Actual Play groups we can highlight each week in our Media section below.

But it is extremely frustrating for us, and Neall, but also for all of the Scion community that stepped up to pore through the Backer PDF and send us what they found. Sometimes, in publishing, despite all your safeguards, stuff slips in. Here’s a painful example of a process that worked…until it didn’t.

Dystopia Rising: Evolution art by Aaron Riley

So, some weeks you can really enjoy the whole process of making something that didn’t exist before, and other weeks you do the job because that’s what you do, and others you have to try and fix what broke. Sometimes all those weeks are all in one week!

But in the end, you do it because it is how we create:

Many Worlds, One Path!

BLURBS!

KICKSTARTER:

The Contagion continues to spread, infecting all in its path with more and more Stretch Goals! https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/200664283/contagion-chronicle-a-chronicles-of-darkness-cross

Matthew Dawkins has also started running the Contagion Chronicle for some of the members of his Discord, via Google Hangouts! Follow along to get some sneak peeks of the content coming up in the Contagion Chronicle Kickstarter: https://youtu.be/dFMjit-YTwQ

He also asks for your Contagion Chronicle-related questions here: https://youtu.be/axvrFeQOvEg

ONYX PATH MEDIA

Illustration by Charles Bates

On this Friday’s Onyx Pathcast, our team explore Emotions At the Tabletop! (I’m assuming the gang are looking at the full gamut of what you feel playing, what you bring to the table, and what emotions are evoked when you play!) https://onyxpathcast.podbean.com/

And Here’s More Media About Our Worlds:

Matthew Dawkins returns with the Onyx Path News to discuss the Contagion Chronicle and new releases here: https://youtu.be/A27HxT33me4

And he’s not done, because he asks for your Contagion Chronicle-related questions here: https://youtu.be/axvrFeQOvEg

Matthew Dawkins and a whole host of the writers from the Contagion Chronicle are running a live Q&A Monday, 4/8, on our channel at 9pm BST. Here’s the link, so don’t forget to subscribe and click the alarm bell on the site to get notified when we upload a video: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzN5jRB35OvnC-6gxnRY4gQ

Matthew also continues his read through of Vigilant: Through Shadows and Dreams, for Scarred Lands: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmTRJx9Qh4o

If YOU have a podcast, YouTube or Twitch channel, or talk about games on a blog or other website, and want to perform actual plays or make reviews of our games, please reach out to the Gentleman Gamer on the Onyx Path forum. From there we’ll share emails and get you started, so when you do start producing content we’ll be able to promote it on our blog and YouTube channel!

A newcomer here, as we highlight Twin Cities by Night‘s offering of a Hunter’s Hunted chronicle here: https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-pygx4-ad07fb

Another new challenger approaches, with Roll the Role having run Dystopia Rising: Evolution for us on their Twitch channel here: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/403766627

Occultists Anonymous, the Mage: The Awakening chronicle, has reached episode five! Here’s the playlist of all episodes so far: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLh4mWsf86RuXzrrY_oHyjU4DdtE4MNsv2

And of course we continue to promote the absolutely superb Scarred Lands campaign by Devil’s Luck Gaming: https://www.twitch.tv/DevilsLuckGaming

A new player on the stage is going to running our Storypath games on their podcast, The Chimera!: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-chimera/id1259343855?mt=2

Please check any of these out and let us know if you find or produce any actual plays of our games!

ELECTRONIC GAMING:

As we find ways to enable our community to more easily play our games, the Onyx Dice Rolling App is now live! Our dev team has been doing updates since we launched based on the excellent use-case comments by our community, and this thing is both rolling and rocking!

Here’s an update from the App devs:

Onyx Dice!  We’ve recently released the Changeling: The Lost, Trinity Continuum: Aeon dice, and now the Geist dice.  Next up on our radar is: Demon: The Fallen,  Mummy: The Resurrection,  Kindred of the East, Vampire Dark Ages, and Mummy: The Curse.

We have a serious issue on the Pixel and Motorola phones that prevent the user from using the app correctly.  A fix is coming shortly.  A temporary workaround is to minimize the app without shutting it down, and then restore it.

ON AMAZON AND BARNES & NOBLE:

You can now read our fiction from the comfort and convenience of your Kindle (from Amazon) and Nook (from Barnes & Noble).

If you enjoy these or any other of our books, please help us by writing reviews on the site of the sales venue you bought it from. Reviews really, really help us with getting folks interested in our amazing fiction!

Our selection includes these fiction books:

OUR SALES PARTNERS:

We’re working with Studio2 to get Pugmire out into stores, as well as to individuals through their online store. You can pick up the traditionally printed main book, the Screen, and the official Pugmire dice through our friends there! https://studio2publishing.com/search?q=pugmire

We’ve added Prince’s Gambit to our Studio2 catalog: https://studio2publishing.com/products/prince-s-gambit-card-game

Now, we’ve added Changeling: The Lost 2nd Edition products to Studio2‘s store! See them here: https://studio2publishing.com/collections/all-products/changeling-the-lost

Looking for our Deluxe or Prestige Edition books? Try this link! http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/Onyx-Path-Publishing/

And you can now order Pugmire, Monarchies of Mau, Cavaliers of Mars, and Changeling: The Lost 2e! http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/manufacturers.php?manufacturerid=296

And available this week! Deluxe Changeling: The Dreaming and Deluxe Beckett’s Jyhad Diary! The additional books we have after the Kickstarter ship-outs are done are now at IPR!

DRIVETHRURPG.COM:

Starting this Thursday and running until the 22nd, all WoD 20th Anniversary Edition PDFs are on sale!

75% off all core 20th Anniversary Edition PDFs and 25% off every other 20th Anniversary Edition PDFs

PLUS!

If you are looking for physical Deluxe WoD 20th Anniversary books, IPR has them on sale for 25% off too!

On Sale This Week!

This Wednesday, here comes M20 Gods and Monsters, in PDF and physical book PoD versions on DTRPG!

CONVENTIONS

UK Games Expo: May 31st – June 2nd From the US comes Eddy Webb, Matt McElroy, and Rich Thomas to join with Matthew Dawkins, Steffie de Vann, John Burke, Chris Allen, and Klara Herbol! Gen Con: August 1st – August 4th Save Against Fear: Oct 12-14 GameHoleCon: October 31st – November 3rd We’ll also be back at PAX Unplugged later this year.

And now, the new project status updates!

DEVELOPMENT STATUS FROM FAST EDDY WEBB (projects in bold have changed status since last week):

First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep)

M20 Victorian Mage (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

City of the Towered Tombs (Cavaliers of Mars)

Geist2e Fiction Anthology (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition)

Across the Eight Directions (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Exalted Essay Collection (Exalted)

Kith and Kin (Changeling: The Lost 2e)

Scion: Demigod (Scion 2nd Edition)

Trinity Continuum Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum Core)

TC: Aeon Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Tales of Aquatic Terror (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

Masks of the Mythos (Scion 2nd Edition)

Scion: Dragon (Scion 2nd Edition)

Wraith20 Fiction Anthology (Wraith: The Oblivion 20th Anniversary Edition)

Blood Sea Guides for 5e (Scarred Lands)

DR:E Jumpstart (Dystopia Rising: Evolution)

DR:E Threat Guide (Dystopia Rising: Evolution)

One Foot in the Grave Jumpstart (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2e)

Redlines

Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition core rulebook (Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition)

Cults of the Blood Gods (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Legendlore core book (Legendlore)

TC: Aeon Ready Made Characters (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Heroic Land Dwellers (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

Monsters of the Deep (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

Second Draft

Tales of Good Dogs – Pugmire Fiction Anthology (Pugmire)

Heirs to the Shogunate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Deviant: The Renegades (Deviant: The Renegades)

Scion Companion: Mysteries of the World (Scion 2nd Edition)

Let The Streets Run Red (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Dragon-Blooded Novella #1 (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Chicago Folio/Dossier (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Development

Hunter: the Vigil 2e core (Hunter: the Vigil 2nd Edition)

Lunars: Fangs at the Gate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

WoD Ghost Hunters (World of Darkness)

Oak, Ash, and Thorn: Changeling: The Lost 2nd Companion (Changeling: The Lost 2nd)

Night Horrors: Nameless and Accursed (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

Memento Mori: the GtSE 2e Companion (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition)

Distant Worlds (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

M20 The Technocracy Reloaded (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

Creatures of the World Bestiary (Scion 2nd Edition)

Manuscript Approval:

Trinity Continuum: Aberrant core (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

Scion Ready Made Characters (Scion 2nd Edition)

Pirates of Pugmire (Realms of Pugmire)

Editing:

V5 Chicago By Night (Vampire: The Masquerade)

V5 Chicago By Night Screen (Vampire: The Masquerade)

Spilled Blood (Vampire: The Requiem 2nd Edition)

CofD Contagion Chronicle (Chronicles of Darkness)

Witch-Queen of the Shadowed Citadel (Cavaliers of Mars)

CofD Dark Eras 2 (Chronicles of Darkness)

Post-Editing Development:

Signs of Sorcery (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

Tales of Excellent Cats (Monarchies of Mau)

C20 Novel: Cup of Dreams (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

M20 Book of the Fallen (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

Scion Jumpstart (Scion 2nd Edition)

Indexing:

Trinity Core

Trinity Aeon

ART DIRECTION FROM MIRTHFUL MIKE:

In Art Direction

Ex3 Monthly Stuff  

Chicago By Night – Gaydos getting finals in.

Aeon Aexpansion

They Came From Beneath the Sea! – Art coming in.

EX3 Lunars

Hunter: The Vigil 2

Contagion Chronicle – AD’d for KS.

VtR Spilled Blood – Hiring artists.

M20 Book of the Fallen – Pinging artists.

Dark Eras 2 – Getting artnotes in from devs.

Marketing Stuff

In Layout

Dystopia Rising: Evolution – Slowly but surely.

Signs of Sorcery

Shunned By the Moon

Scion Jumpstart

Trinity Core and Aeon Screens – They are in progress…

Proofing

Adventures for Curious Cats – Maps being reviewed.

Geist 2e – To WW for approval.

C20 Player’s Guide – At WW for approval.

The Realm – Proof comments in, inputting.

Book of Oblivion – Inputting first round of corrections.

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TODAY’S REASON TO CELEBRATE: 

Kind of a personal one, but let’s celebrate that I no longer live in Atlanta…as the pollen clouds waft down and cover all surfaces with a fine green/yellow dust. It’s like the Martian invasion in War of the Worlds, and I’m glad not to sneeze my way through it as Spring arrives full-force!

[lado-direito-da-equidade]

— Dra. Camille Paglia (1947–), Universidade das Artes da Filadelfia, EUA, 2006.

A feminista Camille Paglia, 58, não esconde o rancor quando o assunto é o “politicamente correto” do establishment liberal dos Estados Unidos, grupo cujo pensamento está mais associado à esquerda no país e que se contrapõe aos conservadores. Com língua afiada, queixa-se da uniformização e esterilidade do pensamento acadêmico, da lavagem cerebral feminista, da hipocrisia da esquerda moderna e resume o problema: “O liberalismo está intelectualmente exausto”.

A derrota mais recente aconteceu mês passado, quando Larry Summers, reitor da Universidade Harvard, sucumbiu à pressão e decidiu deixar o cargo. Poucos se atreveram a defendê-lo em público e incorrer na mesma pecha de preconceito, racismo e falta de sofisticação acadêmica. Entre esses poucos, Paglia, mulher que se descreve como persona non grata dos campi mais prestigiosos dos Estados Unidos, mas é uma das intelectuais mais influentes no país pela atitude libertária.

Para ela, Summers, que foi também secretário do Tesouro do governo Bill Clinton, errou apenas na conduta, não no mérito das polêmicas que criou. Acovardou-se diante de uma luta válida contra o “politicamente correto entrincheirado” de Harvard, que também corrói outras faculdades de elite do país. Arquiinimiga do feminismo tradicional e “stalinista”, considera que a “gafe” de Summers sobre as diferenças inatas de aptidão científica entre homens e mulheres deveria ter suscitado a inclusão da biologia no currículo de estudos de gênero, não num pedido de desculpas.

Em palestra em janeiro de 2005, Summers causou polêmica internacional ao propor uma investigação sobre as diferenças e a variabilidade dessas habilidades entre os sexos para explicar o número inferior de mulheres cientistas e engenheiras. “Nada me agradaria mais do que estar errado”, disse Summers então. Porém foi pressionado a recuar e dizer que foi simplista e não tinha embasamento empírico para sustentar sua afirmação. Nisso, Paglia viu mais uma vitória do politicamente correto feminista que promove teses de que todas as diferenças de gênero são resultado de condicionamento social.

Em 2001, Summers confrontou o notório professor Cornel West, cuja produção acadêmica considerava insuficiente para seu posto. West, acadêmico negro, trocou Harvard por Princeton, na esteira de um debate mal resolvido sobre raça e mérito. Para Paglia, um exemplo de mimos dados a acadêmicos medíocres, protegidos pelo politicamente correto.

Paglia não poupa ataques a Harvard. Avalia que Summers fracassou na reforma de uma instituição mais prezada pela tradição e rede de contatos profissionais do que pela qualidade de educação.

Autora dos livros “Personas Sexuais”, “Sexo, Arte e Cultura Americana” e “Vamps e Vadias”, Paglia está promover seu novo best-seller de análise poética, “Break Blow Burn” (sem título em português). Entre aulas e viagens, concordou em responder por escrito a perguntas da Folha. Leia a seguir trechos.

Folha – O que você acha que Larry Summers estava tentando mudar em Harvard? Camille Paglia – O politicamente correto entrincheirado, o elitismo arrogante e uma indiferença quanto à qualidade do curso de graduação.

Folha – Por que ele fracassou? Paglia – Ele teve pouca habilidade diplomática. Ele cometeu fiasco após fiasco, recorreu a brados casuais e espontâneos em vez de apresentar posicionamentos públicos razoáveis para estimular uma política de reforma.

Folha – O episódio Cornel West foi um exemplo de hipocrisia liberal? Paglia – Eu não sou uma admiradora de West, que nunca produziu livros do porte de seu ranking acadêmico cômodo e salário estonteante. Mas eu também não acho que cabe a um reitor de uma universidade cutucar ou provocar um professor sênior da forma que Summers fez com West.

Se o Summers quisesse travar uma guerra contra a superpolitização do recrutamento de acadêmicos em Harvard, deveria ter anunciado um programa de ação. Agora, a fúria de West e sua ida para Princeton foram uma eloqüente demonstração da indulgência e do mimo aos quais essas estrelas estão acostumadas.

Folha – E o chamado episódio das “mulheres na ciência”? — O Summers também errou no tratamento da questão de mulheres na ciência. Ele estava correto em levantar a questão biológica como fator de diferença entre os sexos, algo que as feministas atribuem unicamente à injustiça social. Mas ele estava ingenuamente despreparado para o bombardeio e se entregou a seus críticos numa rapidez vergonhosa, como um cão com o rabo entre as pernas.

Poderia ter sido um momento importante para o feminismo americano, a introdução de biologia nos estudos de gênero. Hoje a palavra “natureza” sequer pode ser pronunciada. Essa área está cheia de propaganda, retórica e pensamento em grupo. Os alunos estão sofrendo lavagem cerebral. A maternidade é desprezada e os homens são vilanizados.

Folha – Você avalia que a graduação de Harvard depende muito de reputação e virou um ímã de alunos e professores carreiristas? Paglia – A educação universitária de elite nos Estados Unidos virou uma indústria comercial frenética, um espetáculo repulsivo de esnobismo de marca e materialismo explícito. Pais que pagam mais de US$ 40 mil ao ano por um diploma de Harvard para seus filhos estão ávidos por status, mas não há evidência de que a educação em Harvard seja superior à de centenas de outras boas universidades.

Folha – Há recompensa para pensamento independente no mundo acadêmico? Paglia – Certamente não. O pensamento independente foi universalmente silenciado ou isolado. Eu sou persona non grata em quase todos os campi no país, e leciono em uma pequena faculdade de artes. A educação universitária está cada vez mais estéril por causa da autodestruição das ciências humanas desde os anos 70.

Folha – O que está acontecendo com o politicamente correto no mundo acadêmico? Paglia – Muito pouca diversidade de opinião política é permitida entre os professores de humanidades nos Estados Unidos. Só há uma forma de pensar para uma variedade de assuntos, de geopolítica a gênero.

Folha – Isso se traduz em que para os alunos? Paglia – Os estudantes estão sendo doutrinados pelo dogma do relativismo e do niilismo por professores pós-estruturalistas ou pós-construtivistas que parecem não ter valores ou paixão real pelo aprendizado. Por exemplo, Michel Foucault considerou “Esperando Godot”, de Samuel Beckett, uma influência marcante na geração de pensadores da França pós-guerra. Eu sempre desprezei Godot pelo pessimismo reacionário e visão neurótica da fragmentação da cultura. A grande forma de arte da minha geração foi o rock, música empática, emocional, sensorial e conduzida pelos ritmos sublimes da natureza.

Folha – E como o feminismo se moldou pelo politicamente correto nos últimos anos? Paglia – No começo dos anos 90 eu declarei guerra contra o estalinismo do politicamente correto no establishment feminista. Isso causou controvérsia, especialmente minha defesa da pornografia e das revistas de moda. Mas, graças à Madonna, minha ala do feminismo ganhou a batalha. Ela influenciou uma geração de mulheres que abraçou novamente o sexo e a beleza.

Folha – E hoje? As mulheres não estão se focando demais no chauvinismo americano? Paglia – As feministas foram marginalizadas nos Estados Unidos por causa dos excessos dos anos 80 e início dos 90. A visão é negativa, de estridência e extremismo. É uma situação desconcertante, mas é culpa das próprias líderes feministas. Elas ficaram obcecadas com aborto e assédio sexual e negligenciaram assuntos muito mais importantes que afetam as mulheres no mundo. Eu acredito em igualdade de oportunidade: os obstáculos para o avanço devem ser removidos, mas sem proteções especiais.

Folha – E as cotas raciais, ajudaram ou atrapalharam? Paglia – A ação afirmativa, como diretriz federal, nunca deveria ter se tornado um sistema de cotas. Deveria apenas ter auxiliado negros da classe trabalhadora a obter acesso à educação universitária que não poderia ser bancada por outros meios. Mas a ação afirmativa foi seqüestrada por mulheres brancas no meio acadêmico; esse é o verdadeiro escândalo. Em todo campus da Ivy League [designação das mais prestigiosas universidades norte-americanas] há exemplos gritantes de mulheres brancas e medíocres que fizeram chantagem para obter cargos altos e lucrativos. São elas a pior fonte do politicamente correto.

Folha – Você é democrata? Paglia – Registrada e horrorizada com a desordem do partido.

Folha – Por que os democratas não conseguem reagir? Paglia – Não há liderança, coragem, programa para o futuro. É assustadora a patética inabilidade dos nossos senadores de capitalizar os erros de George W. Bush.

Folha – Como vê a ascensão do neoconservadorismo? Paglia – Eu respeito, mas não concordo com o ponto de vista conservador. Eles estão certos ao dizer que “o liberalismo está intelectualmente exausto”. Os democratas já perderam o apelo com o público. Estamos numa era de terrorismo, e isso pode durar um século. Após o fiasco do Vietnã, os democratas ficaram antimilitares, e essa é uma das razões pela qual são vistos como incompetentes.

Folha – E a questão religiosa? Paglia – Essa é a segunda razão pela qual o neoconservadorismo aumentou seu poder. O humanismo secular, com o qual estou comprometida, tornou-se vazio. Eu sou atéia, mas reverencio as grandes religiões como formas espirituais de relacionar a humanidade e o cosmos. Os neoconservadores oferecem a sensação de tradição, estabilidade e propósito para quem repele o individualismo narcisista e hedonista do nosso tempo. Minha estratégia como escritora é oferecer a arte como uma alternativa à religião.

— Leila Suwwan, “Para feminista, esquerdismo acadêmico bloqueia debate”, Folha de São Paulo, 27.03.2006. http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/fsp/brasil/fc2703200619.htm

Olha essas também:

• “É natural que mulheres queiram filhos. Feministas negam e desprezam essas mulheres.” « Camille Paglia ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=38904

• “O poder da mulher é enorme. É muito difícil ser homem.” « Camille Paglia ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=38901

• “Líderes feministas são stalinistas obcecadas com aborto e assédio sexual.” « Camille Paglia ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=42892

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