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dandelionterminal · 2 years ago

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when they have a plus size s/o pt. 2

in which Diluc has loved you since you were children and Xiao cannot comprehend mortal beauty standards

tags: plus size, fluff, hurt/comfort, insecure reader, mutual pining w/ diluc, friends to lovers w/ diluc, vision bearer reader w/ xiao, a bit rushed, not beta read

pronouns: none, 3rd person perspective (you), [weapon] and [vision] w/ xiao

characters: Diluc, Xiao (separate)

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~Mondstadt welcomes you~

Diluc: where he and you are childhood friends and each other’s first love. You fall out of touch but run into each other randomly one day during Windblume. You are forced to confront all your feelings for each other over some grape juice.

Total words: 1078

Diluc, ever a gent, loved you as a friend first

But as you both grew and developed he began to fall in romantic love with you

When you grew apart after Crepus’s death, he regretted pushing you away

When he saw you again at Windblume he thought he was dreaming

You’d grown up to be so attractive he fell right back in love

He is blunt and will acknowledge your size, but that does not change his feelings

Growing up with Diluc and Kaeya was not exactly a dream. The two of them were not exactly fun playmates and often fought and bickered about nothing in particular. You spent a lot of your time growing up with them off to the sidelines while they squabbled. As the three of you got older, you would roughhouse with them. They would pick on you since you were younger and smaller than them. You came into your own eventually and began to stand up for yourself with them. While you gravitated towards Diluc more, you three were like peas in a pod, but dysfunctional peas in a pod. Diluc and you became incredibly close. You would call him your best friend. You were close with Kaeya too, of course. The relationship was more brotherly with Kaeya though, at least in your eyes. The three of you were a little trio through your formative years. You and Crepus were the glue that held the brothers together.

When Crepus passed away, things went downhill quickly. The already dysfunctional brothers grew farther apart. Your friendship with Kaeya disappeared and your friendship with Diluc dissolved. From what you’d heard through the grapevine, the two of them got into a large fight and Kaeya received a Vision. You decided to not try to talk with Diluc about it; if he wanted your input he could come to find you.

Growing up with you, Diluc quickly developed a crush on you. He knew Kaeya did too, but to a lesser extent than him. When he injured Kaeya after a bad fight, he was too ashamed to face you. After that he began his vigilante work, hiding that from you as well. He effectively pushed you away. When he started his vigilante work with Crepus’s Delusion, he signed away the right to ever hold you in his arms. He had resigned himself to a life without that sort of luxury. Diluc dedicated his life to finding the root of suffering and evil. That meant he could not dedicate his life to you as he had initially planned. When he did return from his work, he found you missing and your home abandoned. It wasn’t until he saw Kaeya that he learned you had left Mondstadt to pursue a life as a scholar in Sumeru. He had never known you wanted to pursue the Akademia, but a lot had changed when he left.

You never really did truly want to pursue life as a scholar. When Diluc left, however, you had to fill your life with some sort of passion. You found that your area of research filled a small bit of the void he’d left in you. Your heart had a hole left behind that only he could fill, but he had left you, ignored you, and seemingly not wanted you. So you found what could fill that hole, books and research. However, you made time to return to Mondstadt three times a year, when festivals came around. This time of year was the season of Windblume, the festival that left you feeling the most empty. You hated watching the happy couples offer each other Windblumes. You knew deep down that not all of the festival was romantic, but it still stung to think of what could have been.

You wandered the streets of the city, intentionally avoiding Angel’s Share. You smiled as a pack of children ran past you and jokingly shouted “slow down!” to them. You giggled and turned back to your stroll but stopped when you heard a familiar but changed voice say your name. You paused in your walk and hugged your body.

“Diluc,” you say quietly. You unconsciously hunch your shoulders, covering and shrinking yourself as much as you can. You hadn’t expected to see him. You were dressed in you Akademia uniform, and that rumored freshman weight gain hadn’t left your body yet. You’d always carried a bit of extra weight but you had gotten sedentary in your depression and gained a lot since you last saw him. If you’d had some warning you’d have looked better. He’s probably grossed out-

You were snapped out of your self-loathing by his voice behind you. “I hadn’t expected to see you here. I thought you were in Sumeru.” He said, stepping around in front of you. You tensed your shoulders more, a soft flinch that didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Are you alright?” He asked

“I’m fine,” you answered. “Just didn’t expect to see you, is all.”

He tensed a bit. “I understand,” he said. “It has been a long time.”

You scoffed, “Since you left?”

He sighed, “yes, since I left.” He glanced around. “Come have a drink with me, nonalcoholic.”

You rolled your eyes. “Diluc, I am an adult. I can drink alcohol.”

“Well I will be having grape juice, my drink of choice,” he responded.

A small, dry chuckle escaped you. You followed him to the Angel’s Share. You both shared drinks and talked. You told him how you don’t feel much passion for your studies but needed something to occupy your time. You confided that you needed a fresh start after he left. He told you about his travels across Teyvat, looking for the source of Delusions. He told you about how Crepus died, how he felt responsible and needed answers. You shared a heartfelt, deep conversation deep into the night. You vented your anger at him, eventually divulging your feelings for him all your life. You never expected him to reciprocate, but when he excitedly said “I feel the same way, y/n,” you paused in your blabbering.

“Yeah, but you don’t anymore right?” you said. You felt your heartbreak coming back in full force, you had stuffed it down for so long but now you were being confronted with it all over again.

“Why would I not?” he said after a moment. “Because you gained weight?” He was always so blunt. You loved him for it but that didn’t mean that it didn’t still sting.

“I mean that is part of it,” you said through sniffs.

“Your size does not change who you are. I love you, for who you are as a person. It may take some time to relearn each other, but I want to be with you,” he said. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

“Let’s take it slow,” you said. “Let’s meet again, over glasses of grape juice.”

~through the stone gate, Liyue awaits~

Xiao: where what mortals think of beauty means nothing to an adeptus. Xiao finds you roaming Liyue and begins to watch you from afar, develops feelings after speaking with you, and then saves you when you are attacked by monsters

Total words: 1083

When Xiao first sees you, he assumes you are weak and slow like the majority of plus-size humans he has seen

He is intrigued by you because you possess a Vision and watches you from afar

He sees that you are capable and strong-willed

He becomes smitten but does not understand what the feelings are

When you are attacked by monsters and lose your weapon, he comes to your aid

When you start dating, he likes to hold you close by the waist

When you are insecure, he does not understand why. You are strong, that is what matters to him

When he wasn’t slaying demons and protecting the people of Liyue, Xiao would perch up at the top of Wangshu Inn and watch the people come and go. Like a bird, his head would bob back and forth as he watched them come and go. He had seen all sorts of people in his centuries of life. He had learned that mortals came in all shapes and sizes. He had learned that the different sizes meant something to the mortals. Of course, he knew that most humans that were larger were slower and weaker. He had learned from Ganyu that mortals put a lot of emphasis on appearances. He never understood why. Being aesthetically pleasing meant nothing about who a person was and what they were capable of. Their strength is what matters to him.

When he initially lays eyes on you, he assumes you are like the other “big mortals” he has seen before. However, he is intrigued when he sees a glowing orb on your person. A Vision. He has never seen a plus-size mortal with a Vision before. He watches as you come into the inn. You were an adventurer. That was clear by the size of the bag you hauled with you. You smiled and were pleasant to Verr, your energy was warm and kind, and the scars on your arms were evidence of your capabilities. He watched as you put your [weapon] away, the funnel for your Vision. He was surprised, you were capable of channeling elemental energy to defend yourself and clearly took commissions from the Adventurer’s Guild. You were not weak.

After that incident, Xiao began to follow you around Liyue. He always stayed out of sight, hovering above and vanishing when you got too close. You always could feel eyes on you, but could never pinpoint who or what was watching you. You were never afraid, though. It was a comforting presence.

One day, you made your way to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. You talked with the yaksha’s Archon, the mighty Rex Lapis. Even in Zhongli’s imposing presence, you carried yourself with poise and dignity. You talked amicably with him, smiling at him warmly. Xiao slowly came out of the shadows, feeling intimidated by your seeming closeness to Morax. He approached, silently and slowly, but Zhongli noticed his presence. “Ah, Conqueror of Demons, is there something I can help you with?” he asked, intrigued by Xiao’s sudden appearance.

Xiao stopped and stared at you as you turned to look at him. “Conqueror of Demons… you mean this is the mighty adeptus?” you took a few steps away, “it is an honor to meet you,” you said.

Xiao huffed, “There is no need to show me such respect,” he said. After a moment of quiet, he asked, “how do you know Mr. Zhongli?”

You blinked “I just do commission work for him. Collecting flowers and the like. Why exactly do you want to know?”

Zhongli gave a knowing smile to the yaksha, who looked at you in confusion.

“I think the Conqueror of Demons is curious about our connection, is all,” Zhongli supplied. “It is not often that I have guests in the parlor, so he must be curious.”

You nodded, unsure if you bought the excuse. Xiao, crossing his arms with a huff, said “I will come back later,” and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

After that encounter, Xiao made his presence known to you more often. He would appear when you encountered rude people or a particularly rowdy bunch of monsters on commissions. You made the joke that he was like a mother bird or guardian angel and he would scoff.

“If you are ever in danger, if you awake to a knife at your throat… if monsters sink their claws into you… if death comes knocking at your door… call out my name, Adeptus Xiao, and I will be there when you call,” he told you one evening while you sat on the balcony of Wengshu Inn with him.

“Wow, very poetic, Xiao,” you said with a giggle. “I understand the sentiment though, and I appreciate it, but with you always watching over me I don’t think I need to call for you.”

He smiled softly but hid it in one of his infamous scoffs, “do not make me rescind what I offered you,” he said.

You laughed and said “oh never, you can’t take back a gift,” you smiled and watched the sun set over the marsh.

You never thought the time would come that you would call for Xiao, but it came one day during a sudden rainstorm.

It was a particularly rough storm that day in Liyue. Lightning cracked across the sky like the seas to Inazuma. Large mud puddles surrounded your feet as you trudged through the mud to fight a hoard of hillichurls. What you didn’t know was that there was not only a pack of hillichurls, but shamans and abyss mages with them. You were constantly frozen in place while trying to fight them off with your VIsion. You would be smacked with clubs, shot with arrows, and then frozen by the cryo mage. You were losing blood and getting hypothermia. You lay there, being pummeled and beaten by these monsters, unable to stop the flow of blood from your head and wounds. With your remaining strength, you weakly call out.

“Adeptus... Xiao!”

A flash of green comes crashing down next to you. Rapid, untrackable movements destroy the pack of monsters attacking you. Before losing consciousness, you can feel the inhumanly strong arms of the adeptus pick you up and hold you close.

Upon waking up in Wangshu Inn, you see Xiao watching over you. The man looks tired and disheveled, his eyes dark. You smile at him.

“You saved me,” you said weakly. “Thank you.”

He frowned. “You’re strong, you should have been able to handle them,” he said.

You frowned back. “I’m not strong,” you said. “I’m out of shape and slow”

He shook his head. “You’re strong,” he said again. “Stronger than most mortals.” He took your hand in his. “I talked to Zhongli about these… feelings I have been having. He said mortals call it love.”

You snatched your hand back, “Are you saying you love me? There’s no way. You’re an adeptus. I’m an ugly adventurer.”

“Who called you ugly?” he asked. “Humans worry too much about appearance. I care about your strength.” he took your hand again. “And you are strong.”

#diluc #xiao #genshin #genshin x reader #plus size #xiao x reader #chubby #x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact #late and rushed but its something

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nosafeharbour · 4 months ago

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Day 7: Morsel

For prompt Morsel, as part of FFxivWrite2024. A routine rendezvous, post-Endwalker.

“Who’s that guest the Warrior of Light is entertaining? The large fellow.”

“The Garlean?” Dickon replies nonchalantly, not looking up from where he is wiping down the counter.

“Oh, is he?” His employee shuffles him past to lean over, devoid of grace and distracted from work, and peers over at the far table. “Ah, so he is. I don’t have my spectacles on.”

“Aye. He visits every so often, on business. Assisting with the refugees, from what I hear.” Dickon gives up on keeping his counter spotless in such lively company and instead now picks up a glass from the rack, drying it with the rag hung from his apron. “Though I doubt that’s his only business.”

“… What do you mean?”

“I hear,” the clean glass is put down, soon replaced by a handful of drying cutlery, “he has eyes for the Warrior of Light.”

“What, all three of them? Come off it, boss.”

“I’m serious! The two of them come here for coffee every time the gent is in town. And it’s always just the two of them, nary a third party in sight.” Dickon punctuates the statement with the jab of a spoon, acting as if he were not the proprietor of a café, but one of the scholars they fed, reaching a breakthrough.

“He must know he’s barking up the wrong tree, surely?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure…” The two pause, pointedly trying not to stare. The Last Stand is fairly quiet at this time, no orders to be prepped at current, just a steadily shrinking list of small tasks and busywork before evening dinner service begins. The lull means that the voices of patrons were easy to pick out, and the two share a glance at the sound of Albi’s laughter ringing out across the decking. If the nosier of the gawking pair were wearing their glasses, perhaps they’d spot a smile upon her companion’s countenance.

“I’m not getting involved.” Dickon suddenly composes himself, the dishrag now pointing accusingly at his employee. “And I’m not pushing it further. If gossip spreads from here, it will reflect poorly on business. I appreciate my good standings with the Scions, thank you very much.”

“But you’re the one that brought up that morsel of gossip, boss.” comes the resulting whine, before they both get back to work.

#ffxivwrite2024 #fic #dickon #albi #gaius #albael #(implied)

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sezja · 1 year ago

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Guilty Pleasure, Part 2

Part One

One of a bard's greatest tools is the power of observation, Jehantel once said - a good bard knows to keep his eyes and ears open, and to pay attention. After all, adapting to changing circumstances is as much a bard's key skill as it is any other archer's. And, given their purpose for being in the city, Guydelot's been keeping an eye on the comings and goings of the Forgotten Knight's many patrons, both upstairs and down - any one of them might know something, sure, but more to the point, any one of them might know someone who might know something. A tavern's greatest asset is information, after all.

Which is to say, Guydelot knows when Sanson arrives that night. The door upstairs opens, letting in a burst of frigid air that makes the lights flutter, and then closes... but no one comes down the stairs.

That's three nights in a row, the bard thinks, smiling to himself. It's a bittersweet satisfaction: the stiff little prig is listening to him play and sing; there's no question about that. There's no other reason for him to lurk at the top of the stairs like that, when he could just as easily go directly to their room in the tavern's inn. Sanson doesn't speak to anyone while he's sitting there, and he can hardly keep an eye on the main room from that angle; no, Guydelot is sure he's there to listen - to listen, and for no other reason.

The question is... why?

Why any of this, really. Sanson's out here in this gloomy, frozen city chasing a song. He's not a bard - he's not even a minstrel; Guydelot hasn't so much as heard the bastard humming to himself in their short time together.

Not, of course, that they're spending much time together. Guydelot's set up shop here in the tavern, with the innkeeper's blessing, while Sanson... well. Sanson's been out making inquiries, and having a rough go of it; if he's turned up any leads, he hasn't seen fit to share them. Which, Guydelot reasons, must mean he hasn't found any yet: otherwise the man would've dragged him off in pursuit, surely. He's like a hound on a hunt with no scent to chase, circling the same ground over and over again...

Might be as it's time I made my own move then, eh?

Letting his current song wind down to the end, Guydelot heads for the stairs, waving off a few good-spirited protests. He'll be back. He just needs a little fresh air... aye, and mayhap to tweak Sanson's tail a little, that too.

And there he is. Right where Guydelot knew he'd be.

Tucked against the wall, politely out of the way of anyone who might want to come downstairs, but resolutely not going down, himself. Squinting in the poor lighting, scribbling in his journal nonetheless. The pinched little frown Sanson wears - already very familiar - tells Guydelot all he needs to know, but he can't help asking: "No luck again?"

He watches Sanson's grip on his quill tighten, then relax. Oh, the little shite wants to yell at him, Guydelot can feel it. "I am making progress," he says instead, exquisitely level-headed. Never mind that his eyes are blazing with fury. And something that might, might, be pure hatred. "I am making some connections that might gain me access to the High Houses, all of whom have employed bards in the past." He pauses. "And what have you accomplished today, Guydelot?"

A number of things, really. A retired knightly gent had made a passing comment about his playing, saying it'd been an age since he'd last heard a proper singer in this tavern - and that the last he'd known of had been a young knight. A knight with a scholar's heart; a fellow who'd won the heart of his beloved by singing traditional Coerthan love songs. Now, the Ballad of Oblivion's no love song, to be sure, Guydelot knows, but it is old, if Sanson's prattling holds even a grain of truth. Might be as this knight knows a thing or two about old songs? It's a start, anyhow, and a better start than anything Sanson's got.

But if he tells Sanson all this, what'll happen? Guydelot knows too well what men like this do when they hear an idea they don't like. And if it turns out to be nothing, he'll be yelled at for wasting time.

Best if he pursues this one alone, eh? He can look into it, and if a lead comes of it, then he'll tell Sanson all about it.

Easy as it gets.

For now, though, he shrugs, all innocence. "Me? I'm makin' friends and comin' up with new songs. You should come down and hear 'em."

He's not sure why he keeps trying to lure Sanson down. It's amusing, maybe. Maybe he just wants to see what's under that stiff exterior; there's gotta be something. Jehantel likes Sanson well enough. Eve likes Sanson well enough. Hells, Guydelot wants to like the bastard, if he wasn't so dead-set on making himself unlikable in every possible way-

"I can hear you well enough from here."

Like so.

"There's better lighting down there." Uninvited, Guydelot plops himself down on the stair beside Sanson, leaning back. "Can't be good for your eyes, writing in the dark."

Is he imagining it, or does color creep into Sanson's cheeks? Can't be. Must be the light. "You'll block the stairs."

"There's plenty of stair left." He grins. "They build big in Ishgard."

"Scoot over, then," Sanson snaps, waspish. "You're in what little light I have."

He is blushing! Fancy that. "First you want me to make more room on the stair, now you want less? Make up your mind." He scoots closer instead, right up close. He slips an arm oh-so-casually around Sanson's shoulders. Where's the fun in this mission if he can't get Sanson the Stiff a little riled up? "How's your light now?"

"You-" Sanson stiffens under his arm, indignant and furious. "You are insufferable!" He snaps his journal shut. Jerks to his feet-

Nearly pitches forward down the stairs.

Guydelot's on his feet before he realizes it, grabbing for Sanson's arm. He gets a grip on the man's sleeve. Yanks.

And then Sanson's in his arms, clutched reflexively against his chest as though he's something... something precious, instead of the biggest headache Guydelot's ever had. His own heart's racing like he's run a malm, when all he did was stop an idiot from breaking his neck-

"I'm... let go of me," Sanson says, a touch more subdued now; the bard does as he's ordered (for once). They step apart, abashed - and not quite able to meet one another's eyes. Finally, Sanson sighs. "That was foolish." And then, a little more strangled, "Thank you, Guydelot."

He shrugs, discomforted. "Aye, well, I was being an ass." So much for tweaking Sanson's tail! He'd nearly spooked the man so bad he cracked his head open. "Listen, Sanson," he says, while they're not at one another's throat for the moment, "There's this-"

"I should go," the man says instead, hurrying down the stairs with as much dignity as he can manage, retreating - as he does every night - to their room, before Guydelot can try to bridge the gulf between them.

Guydelot watches him go, hating the way his heart's still racing in his chest, aching against his ribs. What's that about, anyhow? Sanson's fine. Better than fine.

He drags a hand through his hair, heading for the door - now he really needs fresh air. Tomorrow he'll set out in pursuit of his own lead, he decides, simmering with something that isn't quite anger. Tomorrow, maybe, he'll show Sanson just what he can do. And then, maybe, he'll be able to convince Sanson to come down and hear him play, just for a little while.

Maybe.

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #my writing #eyyyy here's the second part finallyyyyyy

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kamreadsandrecs · 1 year ago

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Title: The Night Ocean

Author: Paul La Farge

Genre/s: historical, mystery, literary fiction

Content/Trigger Warning/s: racism, classism, antisemitism, homophobia, drug use, cheating

Summary (from publisher's website): Marina Willett, M.D., has a problem. Her husband, Charlie, has become obsessed with H.P. Lovecraft, in particular with one episode in the legendary horror writer’s life: In the summer of 1934, the “old gent” lived for two months with a gay teenage fan named Robert Barlow, at Barlow’s family home in central Florida. What were the two of them up to? Were they friends–or something more? Just when Charlie thinks he’s solved the puzzle, a new scandal erupts, and he disappears. The police say it’s suicide. Marina is a psychiatrist, and she doesn’t believe them. A tour-de-force of storytelling, The Night Ocean follows the lives of some extraordinary people: Lovecraft, the most influential American horror writer of the 20th century, whose stories continue to win new acolytes, even as his racist views provoke new critics; Barlow, a seminal scholar of Mexican culture who killed himself after being blackmailed for his homosexuality (and who collaborated with Lovecraft on the beautiful story “The Night Ocean”); his student, future Beat writer William S. Burroughs; and L.C. Spinks, a kindly Canadian appliance salesman and science-fiction fan — the only person who knows the origins of The Erotonomicon, purported to be the intimate diary of Lovecraft himself. As a heartbroken Marina follows her missing husband’s trail in an attempt to learn the truth, the novel moves across the decades and along the length of the continent, from a remote Ontario town, through New York and Florida to Mexico City. The Night Ocean is about love and deception — about the way that stories earn our trust, and betray it.

Buy Here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/the-night-ocean-paul-la-farge/8614852

Spoiler-Free Review: This wasn’t entirely what I was expecting, but it was a pleasant surprise, especially since I blasted right through it. I honestly wasn’t expecting to be so compelled by the prose given the way the book appears to be formatted, but hey: it was very readable despite occasional moments of confusion regarding who was talking at any given point in time.

Just to get this out of the way: no, one doesn’t need to be deeply familiar with Lovecraft’s life, or even Robert Barlow’s, to understand and enjoy this book. As long as one knows that Lovecraft was a deeply racist, classist, misogynistic, and antisemitic person, and that these tendencies appear across all his writing, then one should be fine. And even if one DOESN’T know (though I find that hard to imagine, given that it is 2023 and the most recent brouhaha over Lovecraft’s politics happened way back in the late 2010s - which is around the time this book came out, incidentally), one will find out soon enough in this book. It’s probably one of the main “true” things that this book presents. Because what this book is about (among many other things), is truth and lies, and how the latter can sometimes be hard to differentiate from the former if it’s compelling enough.

In line with that, this novel also tries to tackle what happens when we figure out the truth - and the truth turns out to be undesirable or painful (or both). Lovecraft played around with the idea that there are some truths out there that are so destructive, they can literally drive a person mad; this is the most common fate met by the protagonists of his stories. This book does something similar, but the destruction is more on the level of the self, and one’s relationship with other people and the rest of the world. This was, in my opinion, the most interesting part of the novel, and where most of conflict springs from. Does one WANT to believe the story being told? What if it’s not true? How IMPORTANT is it to one that the story being told is true? What lengths will one go to, to determine if it is? And what happens when what one feels doesn’t align with external evidence? Is truth something one FEELS, or is it something one PROVES? Unfortunately, the difference between the two is not always clear - both in this novel and in the real world.

This book also plays around a lot with intertextuality: the way texts reference other texts in various ways both obvious and subtle. This book contains both, with references not just to Lovecraft’s work (though obviously the story references his work the most), but to the immense network of twentieth-century SFF fandom. If one is the kind of reader who’s deeply familiar with the names and faces of that period of SFF, then one will be able to tease out a LOT more references than I managed to, since I’m just not as familiar with all the people mentioned and referenced in this novel. Fortunately there are footnotes provided, so any vague references were at least explained, but I’m sure googling names will prove just as helpful.

Another idea this novel plays with is the idea of people AS stories: that is to say, what makes us who we are, as individuals and perhaps as cultures, is the stories we tell about ourselves, and maybe the stories we tell TO ourselves, too. Is it possible to entirely change who one is just by changing the story around oneself? An interesting question, not least in the age of the internet where it’s easy to change how one is perceived - and therefore, who one IS - just by telling a different story in a sufficiently compelling way.

Overall, this was a really compelling read in ways that I hadn’t expected, but was pleasantly surprised by. It asks a lot of interesting questions about truth and our relationship with the truth, framed around two bittersweet romances, one of which might, or might not, have happened.

Rating: five strange journals

#book review #book reviews #the night ocean #paul la farge #historical #mystery #literary fiction #books

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griffintail · 3 years ago

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Blow Us All Away

Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x F! Reader

Warnings: Blood Mention, Duel, Death

A/N: This is literally all over the SMP timeline the basic thing is Revivebur or Ghostbur didn't happen and L'Manberg is still a standing country. This is an idea I randomly had for my Lost Ones character Little Star and decided to just write it.

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Meet the latest graduate of King's College

I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish

The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops

The gents say my brain's not where the resemblance stops

I'm only nineteen but my mind is older

Gotta be my own person, like my father, but bolder

I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say

That someday I would blow us all away!

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(Y/N) was always proud to consider herself Wilbur’s daughter. She had his fire and brains. He taught her his talents of music and she was able to learn with ease. She’d walk around with pride with her L’Manberg uniform, wearing and bearing her titles with pride.

The daughter of the nation’s president and a soon-to-be cabinet member. Her father was confident she could do just about anything and would most certainly succeed him with ease once she got older.

Today though, she was a lady on a mission. She had her uniform on as always but she had her hands behind her back, a serious look plastered onto her face. Ahead on her walk down the prime path, she spotted Niki and Eret talking.

“Ladies, I'm lookin for a Ms. Wastaken. Made a speech last week, our peace talk speaker. She disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd. I can't have that; I'm making my father proud.” (Y/N) stopped in front of the pair explain herself.

“I saw her just up Broadway a couple of blocks, she was goin' to see a play,” Eret told the girl.

“Well, I'll go visit her box.” (Y/N) tipped her hat before going to the stage in the SMP land.

As (Y/N) got to the stage, there was currently being a play put on people she didn’t know but that didn’t matter to her right now. She was a lady on a mission. In the high seats sat the daughter of Dream and that was her goal.

“Terror!” (Y/N) came forward in front of her seat.

“Shh!” Terror didn’t even look at her.

“Terror!”

“Shh, I'm tryin' to watch the show!”

“Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!”(Y/N) protested as the other finally looked at her.

Around them, the crowd had become less interested in the play as they watched the far more interesting events in front of them.

“I didn't say anything that wasn't true. Your father's a coward, and so, it seems, are you.”

(Y/N) gave a short laugh as she watched her. “It's like that?”

“Yeah, I don't fool around, I'm not your little school girl friends.”

“Well, see you on the dueling ground! That is unless you wanna step outside and go now!”(Y/N) challenged with spread arms.

“I know where to find you, piss off, I'm watchin' this show now.” Terror once more didn’t look at the other woman on the ground.

(Y/N) clenched her jaw but stormed off. She’d show her! She’d win that duel and Terror would…

She stopped near Tubbo’s old house realizing what she had just done. That’s one thing Wilbur had never taught her; she didn’t know how to fight. They were a peaceful nation that didn’t need to fight. They used their words and she just signed herself up to use weapons.

“Fuck.” She muttered as she looked around.

She tended to overstep herself when it came to standing for her father, but this time she’d stepped too far. She didn’t know what to do, she needed help. There was no way she’d let Wilbur know what she did, but she knew one person that would keep a secret and she took off. Stopping outside the odd building, she knocked on the door and after a few moments, the fox hybrid opened the door, tail flicking seeing his sister.

“(Y/N), hey. What’s up?” Fundy asked, moving to let her.

“Fundy, I challenged Terror to a duel.” She admitted immediately as she walked in.

“You what?!” His fur puffed up as he closed his door hurriedly. “Why would you do that?!”

“It just slipped! She talked shit about dad Fundy! Fundy, if you had only heard the shit, she said about him; I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to!” She threw her hands up as she paced.

“Slow down.” Fundy tried to calm her as he took her shoulders.

“I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel. They don't exactly cover this subject in L’Manberg.” She sighed.

“Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?”

“She refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease.”

“Where is this happening?”

“Across the river, in Las Nevadas.”

“Everything is legal in Las Nevadas.” They both nodded.

“Alright, so this is what you're gonna do. Stand there like proud until Terror is in front of you. When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air. This will put an end to the whole affair.”

“But what if she decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner.”

“No, she'll follow suit if she's truly a woman of honor. To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake (Y/N), our father can't take another heartbreak.” He muttered, looking away for a moment, as he thought of everything that happened recently.

Their father was certainly having a hard time with all of it and they both knew it but (Y/N) didn’t just want to stand there. That felt like proving Terror right.

“Fundy!” She protested.

“Promise me.” He looked back at her as he thought about the war. “You don't want this young woman's blood on your conscience.”

She hesitated before sighing as she nodded. “Okay, I promise.”

“Come back home when you're done.” Fundy patted her shoulder before going to his weapons chest and pulling out his old bow and handed it to her. “Take my bow, be smart, make me proud, sis.”

(Y/N) took the bow, staring at it before nodding. Putting it on her back, she took a deep breath before leaving Fundy’s home and went towards Las Nevadas.

“My name is (Y/N). I am a musician. And I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it. I'm sorry, I'm a Soot with pride. You talk about my father; I cannot let it slide.” She sang to herself the familiar beat she knew.

Before she knew it, she was in Las Nevadas and Terror was standing there with a few souls that had seen from the play to watch how this act ended and a few faces she recognized that must have heard about the duel about to occur. She just hoped her father hadn’t heard how she wasn’t using her words.

“Terror, how was the rest of your show?” (Y/N) asked as she came forward.

“I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go.” Terror told her, moving her mask from the side of her face to the front. “Grab your bow.”

(Y/N) nodded as she took off the bow. “Confer with your men. The duel will commence after we count to ten.”

(Y/N) went to her position as everyone started to shift with excitement and nervousness. A few citizens from Las Nevadas had become curious and came to see.

“Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher.” (Y/N) muttered to herself as she gripped onto the bow. “Summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your bow towards the sky.”

The counting started and they began to take their paces.

One, two, three.

(Y/N) pulled the string back and aimed it up.

Four, five, six.

Before most of the crowd could react, Terror turned on her heel with her bowstring pulled back.

Seven.

And the bowstring was released and (Y/N) let out a cry as she fell to the ground. Blood was already starting to quickly pour as Terror scoffed.

“And now that’s done.” Terror said, walking away as a few people went to help the other.

Everything was blurry for (Y/N). Everything seemed so fast but so slow. She didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t know where she was. All she could feel was pain and dizziness consuming her. She didn’t even hear as there was a call on the walkie about what happened as Foolish carried her to a cleaner location to hopefully heal her.

Fundy’s blood went cold when he heard the call on the radio and bolted for Las Nevadas. He demanded to know where his little sister was and once he found out where she was, he booked it for there too.

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Stay Alive

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Fundy made it to Foolish had brought her and was ready to barge his way through every room to find her when Foolish stepped out.

“Where's my sister?” Fundy demanded.

“Fundy, come in, I brought her in a half an hour ago. She lost a lot of blood on the way over.” Foolish explained to him.

“Is she alive?” Fundy felt the tears in his eyes.

“Yes, but you have to understand. The arrow entered just above her hip and lodged in her right arm.”

“Can I see her please?”

“I'm doing everything I can but the wound was already infected when she arrived.” Foolish told him as he hesitantly led him to where (Y/N) was.

“(Y/N)!” Fundy rushed to her side, gently putting a hand on her forehead as Foolish let them be.

The pain had started to numb and (Y/N) could vaguely see her brother as she was able to hear him clearly.

“Fundy. I did exactly as you said, Fundy. I held my head up high.”

“I know, I know, shh.”

“High—” (Y/N) tried to continue but stumbled over her words.

“I know, I know, shh. I know you did everything just right.” Fundy assured her as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Even before we got to ten.” She needed to explain what happened, she needed him to know even as he gently shushed her. “I was aiming for the sky. I was aiming for the sky.”

“I know, I know, shh. I know, save your strength and stay alive.” Fundy pleaded with her as his ears went flat and his tail wrapped around his leg.

That’s when Fundy heard furious and upset shouting. Fundy squeezed his eyes shut as he knew one of those voices by heart and sure enough, not a moment later Wilbur came bursting through the door.

Wilbur’s heart had dropped the moment he heard about (Y/N) being injured. His little star…He didn’t know what happened, but he sprinted as fast as he could towards the country of Las Nevadas, demanding answers. His little girl had been in a duel…

The other side had been cheap and shot her before they even got to ten. And his daughter, his little star, his (Y/N), had aimed her bow towards the sky. When she made it out of this, he’d let her know how proud he was of her.

Yet, now he stood in the doorway, seeing his daughter barely together, a small bit of blood still collecting around her…

“No!” Wilbur shouted as he rushed over, Fundy moving back to let their father be by her side.

“Dad,” Fundy muttered.

“Is she breathing? Is she going to survive this?” Wilbur looked towards Foolish, who stood quietly at the door, before Wilbur looked at Fundy. “Who did this, Fundy, did you know?”

“Dad.”Wilbur looked at his daughter and took her hand carefully and put his forehead on hers as he teared up. “I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me.”

“My daughter.”Wilbur choked up as he squeezed her hand, Fundy putting a hand over his mouth behind them.

“We played guitar.”

“I taught you guitar.”

“You would put your hands on mine.”

“You changed the melody every time.” Wilbur laughed quietly at the memory as tears were pouring down his cheeks.

“I would always change the line.” (Y/N) muttered as her grip started to weaken.

“Shh, I know, I know.” Wilbur shushed her gently as his grip only went tighter.

“I would always change the line.”

“I know, I know.” He had to keep her awake and talking if she stopped…! “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.”

“Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.” (Y/N) repeated quietly.

“Good. Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.”

“Un-deux-trois…” She repeated partially with him before her eyes began to droop then closed.

“Sept-huit-neuf. Sept-huit—” Wilbur pleaded before he let out a sob as she didn’t respond.

Fundy sobbed as well as she was gone…

#wilbur soot x reader #mcyt reader insert #mcyt oneshots #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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oneoftheprettynerds · 4 years ago

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𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋

Hello gents and ladies and non-binary daisies! 💕 Welcome to my blog, a patchwork of things I love. It's messy but that's just a personification of me so don't let that stop you! I hope you have a good time here, good enough you decide to revisit me later again and again.🥂

Thanks for taking the time to check it out.

First fic date: 6 Dec 2020 11:50 PM

The fics ahead may contain non-con, dub-con and smut not suitable for minors. Each fic has its own warning so please read them before indulgence.

Good health to all.

Also, I bet that sometimes you actually wake up flawless.

STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST:

BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

Ransom Drysdale:

Catching Up ~ Drabble

Mentions of non con, drugging, no actual smut

Summary: Ransom rarely gets a hold of you and this time he isn’t letting go.

Peter Parker:

Devout Worshipper ~ One shot/fic (30 Dec 2020)

Student Teacher AU, God-disciple complex

Non-con, Kidnapping, Possible Drugging, Unhealthy Obsession

Summary: The best of all the educators yet, both smart and stunning, became Peter’s mentor in university. Peter grew too much of a liking for her, from a clingy scholar to her devout worshipper.

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes:

So We Meet Again ~ Requested Drabble

CEO AU

Non-con, Mental breakdown, spiking a drink.

Summary: Reader tries to escape her past but it’s harder when your past includes dangerous men.

Chris Evans:

Misplaced Theatrics ~ One shot

RPF (duh)

Warning: Non-Con, RPF, Breaking and Entering

Summary: You realise too late that the lines between acting and reality have blurred between you and your co-star

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bloededhoine · 4 years ago

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world building cause twn doesn't part 9: mages

you probably know a lot about mages on account of them being fucking awesome and super sexy, so let's dive into what exactly makes them that way.

colour code cause i fucking love colour codes - already happened/introduced, probably s2, important background info, stuff that might be in the prequel, extras

series masterpost

what are mages?

put simply, mages are anyone skilled and educated in the use of magic. but, most mages are also incredibly adept in politics, science, and religion

the vast majority of mages serve on royal courts, but others are teachers, researchers, or just kinda hobos

anyone can use basic magic (ie witcher signs), but it takes both natural talent and extensive training to be an actual mage

also important to note that while druids and priests can and do use magic, they aren't usually considered mages since they're not as involved in politics and science

education

mages go to school! a lot! powerful mages tend to track down young potential students and bring them to a school to receive formal training

well, "bring them" is a bit reductive, it's more like kidnapping.

there are quite a few important schools, so let's go!

aretuza is definitely the one you are the most familiar with, mostly because it's just the best. aretuza is an all girls academy located in temeria, a northern kingdom known for its powerful mages

aretuza is led by a rectoress, an incredibly powerful sorceress responsible for training the young adepts. i think there's only been 4 ever, first klara larissa de winter (also the founder), then leticia charbonneau, then tissaia de vries (the milf right there, and rectoress as of twn), and finally margarita laux antille

ban ard is the boys version of aretuza, located in kaedwen. the magicians from ban ard are notably... unskilled? they're just kind of clowns. the rector of ban ard was gerhart of aelle, also known as hen gedymdeith, because there's nothing like a nonsensical pseudonym to up your credibility. gerhart was literally the oldest mage alive until his heart died. after him, dorregary of vole took over as rector

mages in the north are pretty much exclusively trained at either aretuza or ban ard, but nilfgaard has a magical academy too!

the imperial magic academy is a co-ed school in loc grim, one of nilfgaard's two capitals. the emperors of nilfgaard tend to hire mages directly from this school

types of mages

most mages tend to specialize in a certain area of magic, such as illusions, alchemy, divination, polymorphy, weaponry, or spycraft

this is extra useful when assembling a team. not that anyone in particular is assembling a team, it's just good to know.

the brotherhood of sorcerers

the brotherhood is the main organization of mages in the witcher. they basically set the rules of magic for all the mages in the north, which are that demonology, necromancy, and artifact compression are strictly not allowed. the punishment was exclusion from the brotherhood and being locked in dimeritium (mage kryptonite) for centuries, but practically no one followed the rules or was punished

the brotherhood exists on a hierarchy, with most mages in the north making up the lower level, the council of wizards in the middle, and the chapter of the gift and the art at the top

the council is made up of a small group of mages that hold influence over the brotherhood but still need to answer to the chapter, as of twn the members are yennefer of vengerberg, philippa eilhart, radcliffe, carduin, and fercart. sheala de tancarville was part of it too, but she left

the chapter has the highest influence of magic in the north (and possibly the continent). it was founded by herbert stammelford, aurora henson, ivo richert, agnes of glanville, geoffrey monk, and radmir of tor carnedd. by twn, all of them had died or left, so the chapter was made of tissaia de vries, enid an gleanna, gerhart of aelle, vilgefortz of roggeveen, and artaud terranova. narses de la roche was the grandmaster of the chapter in 1245, but wasn't that involved much after.

politics

after mages graduate, the brotherhood usually places them on the court of a king/queen as an advisor. they're supposed to help strategize, conduct research, and just heighten the magical abilities of a kingdom

do they do this? nope

most mages are meant to clean up their king's messes, but usually get fed up and rule the entire kingdom from behind the scenes to fit their own agendas

can mages have babies?

short answer: yeah! although magic can make it harder to have babies, lots of sorceresses would take extra care to make sure they were as unaffected as possible. the forced sterilization was tissaia de vries' idea, and since she trained the vast majority of sorceresses we meet, most of them can't have babies

and yes, it's irreversible. sorry yen

geralt's mum, visenna, was trained as a druid, so she was still able to have geralt while practicing magic

who are they?

we meet a Lot of mages, so let's get to know a couple, starting with the ladies!

let's start with the lovely lovely yennefer. she was trained at aretuza under tissaia de vries, who became a mother figure to her. yen was also the youngest member of the council, as of twn she's 90. yes, that's very young to have a position of that caliber, especially since yen wasn't even an official advisor to aedirn's king

we all know and love hate triss merigold. she's one of the youngest sorceresses we meet, at the first season of twn she's 40 (book canon, she's made older in the show). triss also studied at aretuza and is currently one of king foltest of temeria's court mages

sabrina glevissig. slutty sabrina (affectionate) was yennefer's classmate at aretuza and became advisor to king henselt of her native kaedwen.

fringilla vigo is supposedly yen and sabrina's classmate from aretuza, but she is actually quite a bit younger than both of them and went to the imperial academy in her home country nilfgaard. fringilla specializes in illusion magic and (in book canon) is really not evil. she's a little slutty and stupid, but so is sabrina and dandelion and about half the people we meet!

we see skelliger sorceress lytta neyd, aka coral, aka astrid lyttneyd ásgeirrfinnbjornsdottir, at the battle of sodden hill where she unfortunately dies. coral was also very fond of breaking the brotherhood's rule against article compression (magically turning a person into a jade figurine, a wholly unpleasant experience)

temerian sorceress keira metz is one of the youngest mages we meet, she's around the same age as triss, whom she serves on foltest's court alongside

i mentioned philippa eilhart as a member of the council, and i'll mention her again as the love of my life. philippa is old. like, over 300. she's also one of the only mages to master polymorphism, and spends a solid portion of her time as an owl. philippa is redanian king vizimir's official advisor, but she, along with trusted?? associate lover sigismund dijkstra, really rules the entire country with vizimir as a puppet

sheala de tancarville is yen and phil's colleague from the council, but she left because it got too realpolitik for her tastes. sheala's from creyden (same place as renfri), but very rarely served her country's interests in favour of researching magic and being a reclusive bookworm. i'm serious. her nickname is literally the recluse of kovir

tissaia de vries. easily one of the most powerful and respected mages on the continent, member of the chapter, current rectoress of aretuza, and general badass. like most scholars, she wasn't involved in politics and doesn't even have a known nationality.

francesca findabair, also known as enid an gleanna, is an elven sorceress and member of the chapter. by twn she's easily 150 and very well established, although a sufferer of chronic backstabber syndrome.

assire var anahid is one of fringilla's nilfgaardian besties, although neither are actually nilfgaardian. assire is our good friend cahir's great-aunt, a military expert, and mom to her cat merlin

onto the gents!

let's start with the worst, istredd! i for incel, s for stupid, t for testicle-less (once i find him), r for racist, e for ew, d for dead (again, once i find him), and d for dipshit. in twn he's in cahoots with equally disgusting sorcerer...

stregobor! *vomits* you remember him as the koviri sorcerer who loves tracking down and murdering young girls, many of which have been exiled from their homes and tortured. he's just a lovely guy.

vilgefortz of roggeveen is sort of a walking spoiler, so i won't go too much in depth about him, but we can know he was raised by druids and, when offered a magical education, refused. he then became a mercenary, then a spy, then a wanted man, and finally trained to become a mage. despite his unusual backstory and late start, vilgefortz was insanely talented and, at less than a century old, became a member of the most powerful group of mages on the continent.

i mentioned gerhart of aelle aka hen gedymdeithe, as the oldest mage alive. he's at least 500. and then some. he's also a member of the chapter, but this position is more of a courtesy than a meaningful addition to the brotherhood.

finishing up the chapter, we have artaud terranova. he's not important yet, but will probably be in season two. all you need to know is he's short and a little mean and trusted by vilgefortz

fercart of cidaris is the third (but only male and non-temerian) member of foltest's royal council, and fairly unimportant member of the council of wizards

carduin of lan exeter was advisor to koviri king esterad thyssen and member of the council. he was also one of radovid's advisors, which didn't go over too well as radovid's other advisor, philippa eilhart, doesn't share too well

last and sort of least, we have radcliffe of oxenfurt. he was advisor to demavend of aedirn, from whom he probably met yennefer.

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hopesangelsprite · 4 years ago

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Mind Reader | KNJ (AMBW)

Summary: Amari, an avid daydreamer and fantasy lover, finds herself moved to the honor’s class along with some of her most intelligent peers. After finishing a quiz, she finds herself bored and daydreaming of mind readers. So, she yells in her mind to catch one... only to see her crush flinch in surprise.

The day started like any other day. I got up, got dressed, and caught the bus to school. The ride was just as boring and annoying as any day, too. After we finally made it to our destination, I climbed off the overcrowded vehicle and stopped to read the words I'd been reading for years: Seoul International Highschool. I huffed before making my way towards the glass double-doors. Once I was inside, I passed by the cafeteria opting to not eat today's breakfast.

Soon, I was sitting at my usual desk at the far back of my homeroom class. I watched in utter boredom as throngs of teenagers spilled in a took their seats. Their idle chatting filled the room with a dull buzz until Mr. Wang, our homeroom teacher, walked in a waved a hand for silence. The room quieted instantly as we awaited further instructions. "Good morning, class. We have a busy day ahead of us. I need the following students to stand: Park Chaemin, Riley Caine, Stephanie Chen, Kim Ara, and Amari Park.", he stated whilst placing his messenger bag on his desk.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I stood along with Chaemin, Riley, Stephanie, and Ara. After sitting down his coffee, Mr. Wang faced us with a bright and proud smile. "You five have shown exemplary signs of knowledge, wisdom, and intellectual skill. You all are being moved to Mr. Jung's Honors Class upstairs. Congratulations, Team Wang scholars!!", he announced happily causing the entire class to break into applause. We stood in stunned silence whilst taking in the news. Mr. Wang chuckled at our expressions before saying, "Well what are you waiting for?! Get packed because it's almost time for Mr. Jung to call for attendance!".

We all began hurriedly packing our bags, and soon we were out the door and walking up the stairs to our new classroom. There was a beat of silence before Chaemin spoke up. "Ok. Can we all agree that keep to ourselves as a group? Even though we don't know each other that well?", he asked with nervousness evident in his voice. We all hummed in agreement before Ara added, "We're gonna find a group of empty desks towards the back, and that's where we'll sit from then on, ok?". There were more hums of agreement.

Soon, we were in front of Mr. Jung's class. Chaemin looked at us before nodding and knocking quietly on the door. Even though Chaemin was a mountain of a boy, he was a good 6'2, he was quiet and very anxious at times. There was a pause before a handsome man answered the door with a bright smile. "Welcome, Ladies, and Gents! Come on in!", he chirped whilst stepping aside for us. We walked in to see that there were only eleven other students in the room. Once all of us were inside, Mr. Jung clapped twice bringing the gaze of his students from their assignments to us. "Ok, class! We have five new students joining our Honors Class today. Please give a warm welcome to Chaemin, Riley, Stephanie, Ara, and Amari!", he announced happily before the class erupted into cheers.

We smiled and bowed a little awkwardly. Once the cheering had quieted down Mr. Jung gestured for his students to stand. "Introduce yourselves to our new friends!", he commanded cheerily. A group of four girls walked forward and bowed. The first to announce themselves was a pretty dark-haired girl with blonde highlights at the front of her hair. "Hello, I'm Jennie Kim, nice to meet you all!", she said with a bow. "Hi, I'm Kim Jisoo! I hope we can all be friends!", said another pretty dark-haired girl. A pretty blonde girl waved energetically at us before saying, "Hi!! I'm Lalisa Manoban, welcome to our little family!". A pretty silver-haired girl waved happily before saying, "Hi, everyone! I'm Roseanne Park! It's very nice to meet you!".

Once their introductions had finished, they sat back down and a group of seven boys made their way forward. They bowed in sync before standing fully and smiling. "Hello, new friends! I'm our hope, you're my hope. I'm Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-Hope or Hobi!!", a cute red-haired boy said with an illuminating smile. A boy with pastel mint hair waved before saying, "Hi, I'm Min Yoongi, but everyone calls me Suga.", with a tiny smile. A tall broad-shouldered boy followed with, "Hello, I'm Kim Seokjin a.k.a Worldwide Handsome!". He made eye contact with me before offering a flirtatious wink.

An orange-haired boy stepped forward a bit whilst waving both hands. "Hi! I'm Park Jimin, and it's lovely to meet you all.", he spoke softly. A blue-haired boy wrapped an arm around Jimin's shoulder before smirking and nodding to us. "Wassup! It's your boy Kim Taehyung, but all the ladies call me V!", the boy spoke with a deep, calming voice. A boy with cherry red hair popped up behind Taehyung and flashed an adorable bunny smile. "Hi, I'm Jungkook but you all can call me Kookie or JK!", he said sweetly causing me to coo inwardly. While I was still trying to recover from the adorable scene I'd just seen, a tall blonde guy stepped forward and bowed.

"Hello, I'm Kim Namjoon, but you can call me Joon or RM. Whatever you feel comfortable with is fine with me!", he spoke with a deep and melodic voice. The voice made my head turn and butterflies ignite inside my stomach. I knew that voice. It frequented my dreams many nights. Only a few feet away from me stood my 6-foot-tall, broad-chested crush. I knew he was an incredibly talented and wise person, but I had no idea he was in this class! From my left, Stephanie tugged on the hem of my shirt. "Isn't that the boy you said you'd risk it all for?!", she whisper shouted. I turned to her and gave her an "STFU" look.

Mr. Jung cleared his throat and gestured toward the back of the class where a cluster of empty seats was. We each walked to the back and took a seat. "Now that the introductions have been completed let us proceed with today's lesson.

*1 HR TIME SKIP*

"Ok, class. After that small lesson, let's take a small quiz to see if we all comprehended!", Mr. Jung announced whilst passing out tests. Once all the tests had been passed out, he gave us a signal to begin. I grabbed my pencil and began to work diligently. Five minutes later, I sat my pencil down and glanced up. A satisfied smile made its way onto my features seeing that everyone was still working. I leaned back and found myself daydreaming. My imagination roamed until a wild thought came to mind. I glanced around at the silent room before a mischievous smirk adorned my features. With hawk-like eyes, I watched for the slightest move of my peers.

Seeing that they were all still, I deemed it time for the next step of my plan. I inhaled deeply whilst closing my eyes before exhaling and opening them. "AYE!!!!!!!!", I screamed as loud as I could inside my head. I watched in absolute shock as my crush flinched and looked in alarm. No one else moved or made a sound because, none of them could hear my thoughts... except for NAMJOON. The boy, who was now calm, looked around before locking eyes with me.

I froze like a deer in headlights. I looked down and pretended to go over my answers innocently. "I know you did that. I know you can hear me, too. When class is over, meet me at my locker.", a voice I recognized as Namjoon spoke in my head. I glanced up to see him throw a quick wink at me just as the dismissal bell rang...

(A/N):

I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! Please like, share, and enjoy all my stories!!!

#namjoon #namjoon imagine #bts fic #bts ambw #AMBW #bts au fanfic #fantasy #mind reading

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ELODIE KIM for my lovely @crescendemon‘s MICHAEL

archeology scholar.

child of the islands | neat | genius

young bean. only 20.

san myshuno.

super smort. she’s like an amy santiago type.

aggressively overshares a lot. loves facts. no filter between brain and mouth.

socially awkward and p damn serious. super naive.

her sense of humour is dumb archaeology jokes.

rides horses in her spare time like she gon ride michael

knows how to shoot a gun

ok look. don’t get her wrong, she is 10/10 a massive amy santiago type. she’s a tad ocd, a smidge obsessive with just a sprinkle of cool in there. like v minimal. we’re talking half a teaspoon. maybe less. but really do you blame her? she grew up in a v uptight, v rigid family. there was a lot of expectation on elodie to be perfect. and even tho she is perfect, she still holds herself to a standard ok. she has to go that extra mile.

she grew up in upper class san myshuno. only daughter to a sex therapist and a pediatric surgeon. she’s basically a cross between otis from atypical and amy tbh. but yeah she was expected to be some kind of doctor, but ofc she broke both her parents hearts and decided to go into archaeology/paleontology bc bones of dead things are cooler than bones in living things unless it’s michael in somewhere currently unspeakable. we are innocent here ladies and gents. but despite lines crossing between otis and elodie, unlike otis, elodie is super naive. to the point that it’s funny. she just does not understand ok. big as her brain is, it doesn’t compute nuances about human biology if u get my gist.

also listen. she’s rlly disappointed her parents enough already, so she kinda figures why the heck not keep disappointing them? maybe give dear old grandma a heart attack when they see she entered this show created by satan. realistically, she is looking to break out of her shell a little tho. she’s even kind of keen to fall in love i guess. helps that michael is a tall drink of water and she’s a woman dying of thirst in a desert yes ok she’s been single for 20 years don’t judge her ok.

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The Second Book Of Esdras - Also Known As - THE BOOK OF NEHEMIAS - From The Douay-Rheims Bible - Latin Vulgate

Chapter 4

INTRODUCTION.

This Book takes its name from the writer, who was cup-bearer to Artaxerxes, (surnamed Longimanus) king of Persia, and was sent by him with a commission to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. It is also called the Second Book of Esdras, because it is a continuation of the history begun by Esdras, of the state of the people of God after their return from captivity. Ch. --- Genebrard believes that the latter wrote the work. But how long must he thus have lived? and how come the lists to vary so much? C. --- We may allow that these variations are owing to the mistakes of transcribers, (1 Esd. ii. 1.) for the writer of both works was certainly inspired. Esdras lived a long time along with Nehemias; (C. xii. 35.) and he may have left memorials, as well as the latter, from which the present work seems to be compiled. H. --- Some additions have been made since the days of Nehemias, articularly C. xii. to v. 26, or at least (C.) the five last of these verses. Capel. Chron. --- The passage cited from the commentaries of Nehemias, (2 Mac. ii. 13.) is not to be found here; which shews that we have not his entire work, but only an abridgment, in which the author has adopted his words, with some few alterations. The fifth chapter seems to be out of its place, and also the dedication of the walls. C. xii. 27. Nehemias was a person in great favour at the court of Persia; and of high birth, probably of the royal family, (Euseb. Isid. Genebrard in Chron.) as most of the ancients believe that all who governed, till the time of the Asmoneans, were of the tribe of Juda. Hence he styles Hanani his brother, (C. i. 2.) and declines entering into the temple. C. vi. 11. His name never occurs among the priests; and though we read 2 Mac. i. 18. 21, jussit sacerdos Nehemias, (T.) the Greek has, "Nehemias order the priests;" iereiV: (C. Huet. D.) and the title of priest sometimes is given to laymen at the head of affairs. H. --- In this character Nehemias appeared, by order of Artaxerxes: and notwithstanding the obstructions of the enemies of Juda, rebuilt the walls of Jerusalem, and returned after twelve years to court, making a second visit to his own country, a little before the death of the king, whom he probably survived only one year, dying A. 3580, about thirty years after he had been appointed governor. C. --- In the two first chapters, we behold his solicitude for the welfare of his country, in the ten following his success, and in the last what abuses he corrected. W. --- He renewed the covenant with God, (C. ix. and x.) sent for the sacred fire, and established a library at Jerusalem. 2 Mac. i. 19. 34. and ii. 13. H.

The additional Notes in this Edition of the New Testament will be marked with the letter A. Such as are taken from various Interpreters and Commentators, will be marked as in the Old Testament. B. Bristow, C. Calmet, Ch. Challoner, D. Du Hamel, E. Estius, J. Jansenius, M. Menochius, Po. Polus, P. Pastorini, T. Tirinus, V. Bible de Vence, W. Worthington, Wi. Witham. — The names of other authors, who may be occasionally consulted, will be given at full length.

Verses are in English and Latin. HAYDOCK CATHOLIC BIBLE COMMENTARY

This Catholic commentary on the Old Testament, following the Douay-Rheims Bible text, was originally compiled by Catholic priest and biblical scholar Rev. George Leo Haydock (1774-1849). This transcription is based on Haydock's notes as they appear in the 1859 edition of Haydock's Catholic Family Bible and Commentary printed by Edward Dunigan and Brother, New York, New York.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES

Changes made to the original text for this transcription include the following:

Greek letters. The original text sometimes includes Greek expressions spelled out in Greek letters. In this transcription, those expressions have been transliterated from Greek letters to English letters, put in italics, and underlined. The following substitution scheme has been used: A for Alpha; B for Beta; G for Gamma; D for Delta; E for Epsilon; Z for Zeta; E for Eta; Th for Theta; I for Iota; K for Kappa; L for Lamda; M for Mu; N for Nu; X for Xi; O for Omicron; P for Pi; R for Rho; S for Sigma; T for Tau; U for Upsilon; Ph for Phi; Ch for Chi; Ps for Psi; O for Omega. For example, where the name, Jesus, is spelled out in the original text in Greek letters, Iota-eta-sigma-omicron-upsilon-sigma, it is transliterated in this transcription as, Iesous. Greek diacritical marks have not been represented in this transcription.

Footnotes. The original text indicates footnotes with special characters, including the astrisk (*) and printers' marks, such as the dagger mark, the double dagger mark, the section mark, the parallels mark, and the paragraph mark. In this transcription all these special characters have been replaced by numbers in square brackets, such as [1], [2], [3], etc.

Accent marks. The original text contains some English letters represented with accent marks. In this transcription, those letters have been rendered in this transcription without their accent marks.

Other special characters.

Solid horizontal lines of various lengths that appear in the original text have been represented as a series of consecutive hyphens of approximately the same length, such as ---.

Ligatures, single characters containing two letters united, in the original text in some Latin expressions have been represented in this transcription as separate letters. The ligature formed by uniting A and E is represented as Ae, that of a and e as ae, that of O and E as Oe, and that of o and e as oe.

Monetary sums in the original text represented with a preceding British pound sterling symbol (a stylized L, transected by a short horizontal line) are represented in this transcription with a following pound symbol, l.

The half symbol (1/2) and three-quarters symbol (3/4) in the original text have been represented in this transcription with their decimal equivalent, (.5) and (.75) respectively.

Unreadable text. Places where the transcriber's copy of the original text is unreadable have been indicated in this transcription by an empty set of square brackets, [].

Chapter 4

The building is carried on notwithstanding the opposition of their enemies.

[1] And it came to pass, that when Sanaballat heard that we were building the wall he was angry: and being moved exceedingly he scoffed at the Jews.

Factum est autem, cum audisset Sanaballat quod aedificaremus murum, iratus est valde : et motus nimis subsannavit Judaeos,

[2] And said before his brethren, and the multitude of the Samaritans: What are the silly Jews doing? Will the Gentiles let them alone? will they sacrifice and make an end in a day? are they able to raise stones out of the heaps of the rubbish, which are burnt?

et dixit coram fratribus suis, et frequentia Samaritanorum : Quid Judaei faciunt imbecilles? num dimittent eos gentes? num sacrificabunt, et complebunt in una die? numquid aedificare poterunt lapides de acervis pulveris, qui combusti sunt?

[3] Tobias also the Ammonite who was by him said: Let them build: if a fox go up, he will leap over their stone wall.

Sed et Tobias Ammanites proximus ejus, ait : Aedificent : si ascenderit vulpes, transiliet murum eorum lapideum.

[4] Hear thou our God, for we are despised: turn their reproach upon their own head, and give them to be despised in a land of captivity.

Audi, Deus noster, quia facti sumus despectui : converte opprobrium super caput eorum, et da eos in despectionem in terra captivitatis.

[5] Cover not their iniquity, and let not their sin be blotted out from before thy face, because they have mocked thy builders.

Ne operias iniquitatem eorum, et peccatum eorum coram facie tua non deleatur, quia irriserunt aedificantes.

[6] So we built the wall, and joined it all together unto the half thereof: and the heart of the people was excited to work.

Itaque aedificavimus murum, et conjunximus totum usque ad partem dimidiam : et provocatum est cor populi ad operandum.

[7] And it came to pass, when Sanaballat, and Tobias, and the Arabians, and the Ammonites, and the Azotians heard that the walls of Jerusalem were made up, and the breaches began to be closed, that they were exceedingly angry.

Factum est autem, cum audisset Sanaballat, et Tobias, et Arabes, et Ammanitae, et Azotii, quod obducta esset cicatrix muri Jerusalem, et quod coepissent interrupta concludi, irati sunt nimis.

[8] And they all assembled themselves together, to come, and to fight against Jerusalem, and to prepare ambushes.

Et congregati sunt omnes pariter ut venirent, et pugnarent contra Jerusalem, et molirentur insidias.

[9] And we prayed to our God, and set watchmen upon the wall day and night against them.

Et oravimus Deum nostrum, et posuimus custodes super murum die ac nocte contra eos.

[10] And Juda said: The strength of the bearer of burdens is decayed, and the rubbish is very much, and we shall not be able to build the wall.

Dixit autem Judas : Debilitata est fortitudo portantis, et humus nimia est, et nos non poterimus aedificare murum.

[11] And our enemies said: Let them not know, nor understand, till we come in the midst of them, and kill them, and cause the work to cease.

Et dixerunt hostes nostri : Nesciant, et ignorent donec veniamus in medium eorum, et interficiamus eos, et cessare faciamus opus.

[12] And it came to pass, that when the Jews that dwelt by them came and told us ten times, out of all the places from whence they came to us,

Factum est autem venientibus Judaeis, qui habitabant juxta eos, et dicentibus nobis per decem vices, ex omnibus locis quibus venerant ad nos,

[13] I set the people in the place behind the wall round about in order, with their swords, and spears, and bows.

statui in loco post murum per circuitum populum in ordinem cum gladiis suis, et lanceis, et arcubus.

[14] And I looked and rose up: and I said to the chief men and the magistrates, and to the rest of the common people: be not afraid of them. Remember the Lord who is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, and your wives, and your houses.

Et perspexi atque surrexi : et aio ad optimates et magistratus, et ad reliquam partem vulgi : Nolite timere a facie eorum : Domini magni et terribilis mementote, et pugnate pro fratribus vestris, filiis vestris, et filiabus vestris, et uxoribus vestris, et domibus vestris.

[15] And it came to pass, when our enemies heard that the thing had been told us, that God defeated their counsel. And we returned all of us to the walls, every man to his work.

Factum est autem, cum audissent inimici nostri nuntiatum esse nobis, dissipavit Deus consilium eorum. Et reversi sumus omnes ad muros, unusquisque ad opus suum.

[16] And it came to pass from that day forward, that half of their young men did the work, and half were ready for to fight, with spears, and shields, and bows, and coats of mail, and the rulers were behind them in all the house of Juda.

Et factum est a die illa, media pars juvenum eorum faciebat opus, et media parata erat ad bellum, et lanceae, et scuta, et arcus, et loricae, et principes post eos in omni domo Juda,

[17] Of them that built on the wall and that carried burdens, and that laded: with one of his hands he did the work, and with the other he held a sword.

aedificantium in muro, et portantium onera, et imponentium : una manu sua faciebat opus, et altera tenebat gladium :

[18] For every one of the builders was girded with a sword about his reins. And they built, and sounded with a trumpet by me.

aedificentium enim unusquisque gladio erat accinctus renes. Et aedificabant, et clangebant buccina juxta me.

[19] And I said to the nobles, and to the magistrates, and to the rest of the common people: The work is great and wide, and we are separated on the wall one far from another:

Et dixi ad optimates, et ad magistratus, et ad reliquam partem vulgi : Opus grande est et latum, et nos separati sumus in muro procul alter ab altero :

[20] In what place soever you shall hear the sound of the trumpet, run all thither unto us: our God will fight for us.

in loco quocumque audieritis clangorem tubae, illuc concurrite ad nos : Deus noster pugnabit pro nobis.

[21] And let us do the work: and let one half of us hold our spears from the rising of the morning, till the stars appear.

Et nos ipsi faciamus opus : et media pars nostrum teneat lanceas ab ascensu aurorae donec egrediantur astra.

[22] At that time also I said to the people: Let every one with his servant stay in the midst of Jerusalem, and let us take our turns in the night, and by day, to work.

In tempore quoque illo dixi populo : Unusquisque cum puero suo maneat in medio Jerusalem, et sint nobis vices per noctem et diem ad operandum.

[23] Now I and my brethren, and my servants, and the watchmen that followed me, did not put off our clothes: only every man stripped himself when he was to be washed.

Ego autem et fratres mei, et pueri mei, et custodes, qui erant post me, non deponebamus vestimenta nostra : unusquisque tantum nudabatur ad baptismum.

Commentary:

Ver. 2. Multitude. Heb. and Sept. "army." C. --- Silly. Lit. "feeble." H. --- Sacrifice, at the dedication. T. --- Day, in so short a time, as their present vigorous proceedings seem to promise, notwithstanding their feeble condition, and the paucity of their numbers. H. --- But no: we shall have time enough to hinder them, (M.) if the nature of their materials do it not for us. H. --- Raise. Heb. "revive;" a word used for reparations of walls, &c. C. Delrio, adag. 221. --- Sept. "heal." God's providence did not permit the enemy to rage, till the work was greatly advanced; so infidels laugh at the attempts of your priests to restore religion, which nevertheless flourishes. W.

Ver. 3. Leap over. Heb. Sept. &c. "break down." C. --- Bitter sarcasm, which excites the indignation of Nehemias! T.

Ver. 4. Captivity. Since they have not learnt to commiserate others. C.

Ver. 5. Face. Punish the obstinate. T. --- He does not wish that they may continue impenitent. C. --- But, on that supposition, he approves of the divine justice, and foretells what will happen. E. --- Revenge was equally criminal under the old law, as it is at present. But the servants of God express their approbation (C.) of his inscrutable counsels. The imperative in Heb. is often used for the future tense. H. --- Mocked. Prot. "provoked thee...before the builders." Sept. omit most of this and the following verses; having only, "Do not hide thyself, with respect to wickedness." H.

Ver. 6. Thereof, all round; as masons were stationed in different parts, (v. 19.) and not barely on one side of the city. C. --- Tobias alludes to the present lowness of the walls, v. 3. H.

Ver. 8. Together, to the number of 180,000, according to the Jews; who say that they were terrified, at the excommunication pronounced by 300 priests against them, while 300 young men sounded trumpets; and they fled, leaving Nehemias at liberty to continue the work. It is a pity that we have no foundation for this in Scripture. C. See 1 Esd. iv. 3. H. --- The Samaritans durst not openly attack the Jews, who were under the protection of the Persian monarch. But they endeavoured clandestinely to injure them, (T.) and to prepare ambushes. H.

Ver. 10. Juda. Some of the Jews, (M.) who were dispirited at the greatness of the work and the threats of the enemy. --- Burdens. Sept. "of the enemies." Arab. "the Jews were strengthened, there were many porters, but they could not finish the work." C. --- Rubbish to be removed. T.

Ver. 12. Ten times, frequently. M. --- Places, among the Cuthites. --- Whence they. Prot. "ye return unto us, they will be upon you." Heb. the second person is put for the third, which occurs in the Sept. &c. though they refer it to the enemy. "They come up from all places against us." H. --- De Dieu would translate, "return to us," cultivate the friendship of Sanaballat; or "return home," and leave off this work. The sense of the Vulg. is the most easy, and the best. C.

Ver. 13. Place. Heb. adds, "below." --- Round. Heb. "on the hills." H. --- To remove the apparent contradiction, (C.) Prot. supply, "and on the higher places." Sept. "in lurking holes," skepeinoi V.

Ver. 14. Remember. These are the most powerful arguments to encourage an army. H.

Ver. 16. Their. Heb. "my servants," (M.) half of whom only wrought, while the rest stood guard. If we adhere to the Vulg. we must suppose that Nehemias altered his first plan, and ordered almost all to be ready to fight or to labour, as occasion might require, v. 17. C. --- In. "Over, (H.) or behind all the family of Juda," (Vatab.) encouraging the people by word, and sometimes by example. T. M.

Ver. 17. Sword. Heb. "dart." C. --- The expression seems to be proverbial. So Ovid makes Canacea speak, "My right hand holds the pen, my left the sword;" (H.) while I write, I am on the point of killing myself. C.

Dextra tenet calamum, strictum tenet altera ferrum. Ep. Her.

Ver. 18. By me, when the enemy appeared. M.

Ver. 20. For us. Yet we must act with prudence and courage. H.

Ver. 22. Midst. Before they had gone home. C. --- Let us. Prot. "that in the night they may be a guard to us, and labour on the day." H.

Ver. 23. Clothes, even to sleep. --- Only. Sept. Compl. "man and his arms to the water." H. --- They went armed to fetch water; (Malvenda) or they had their armour and water always at hand. Junius, &c. --- Heb. "each kept his dart at the water." It may have various senses. C. - Prot. agree with the Vulg. "saving that every one put them off for washing" (H.) them, or themselves. T.

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This year’s theme is “Refugee Protection in a Hostile World?”. The conference “reflects on an apparent strengthening of long-standing currents of anti-refugee feeling and other forms of instability in the world.” The workshop is entitled “Revitalising IDP Research”: 20 Years of the UN Guiding Principles on Internal Displacement. There is standard GBP 70 registration fee with discounts for certain individuals (members, students, etc.). More information about the conference and how register can be found here.

Boundary Crossing: An international interdisciplinary conference on immigration and social justice, 3-4 September 2018, Winchester, UK

“[T]he University of Winchester invites proposals for papers, workshops, exhibitions and performances from all academic disciplines to form original judgements on the nature of [the forced migration] crisis and what might be done to address it.” The last booking date for this event is 27 August 2018.

Crisis of Governability? The Politics of Migration Governance in Latin America and Europe conference, 3-4 October 2018, Buenos Aires, Argentina

“The Conference will shed light on the question of how migration governance is shaping and is shaped by politics in Europe and Latin America focusing on macro-level trends and policy outputs.” Participation is free of charge and the conference will be presented in both English and Español. More information can be found here.

2018 Summer Course on Palestinian Refugees, 21-26 July, Cairo, Egypt

The American University in Cairo is hosting a course on Palestinian refugees beginning 21 July. Through lectures, case studies and small group discussions, course participants will learn about the basic features of international refugee law through the lens of the 1951 Refugee Convention, looking at the elements of the definition(s) of "refugee," who is excluded from the definition, the role of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, the process by which refugee status is determined, the rights of refugees under international law, the ethical and professional obligations of those representing refugees, and other issues of refugee policy. The deadline for registration is 5 July and instructions on how to register can be found here.

Promoting Just and Inclusive Communities in Ohio, Kentucky, and Indiana: A “Whole of Community” Approach to Immigrants and Refugees, 16-18 July, Cincinnati, US

The Centre for Migration Studies is hosting an event focusing on how diverse groups in Ohio, Kentucky, and Indiana are working together to meet the needs of immigrant communities. This event will examine “whole of community” responses to welcoming, integrating, and protecting immigrants, lift up models and best practices, and provide opportunities for further community-focused collaborations. It will also help participants identify and bolster their legal support, research, and capacity needs in addressing these issues. The conference schedule includes: optional site visits on July 16; and plenary panels and workshops on July 17 and 18. There is a USD 50 registration fee however discounts are available for those demonstrating financial need. Details on how to register can be found here and those interested in receiving a registration fee discount can send an email to the conference organiser.

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A woman in the men's room: when will the art world recognise the real artist behind Duchamp's Fountain?

“Evidence suggests the famous urinal Fountain, attributed to Marcel Duchamp, was actually created by Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven. Why haven’t we heard of her, asks Siri Hustvedt

Paintings, novels and philosophy made by men feel more elevated somehow, more serious, while works by women feel flimsier and more emotional. Masculinity has a purifying effect, femininity a polluting one. The chain of associations that infect our thought dates back to the Greeks in the west: male, mind-intellect, high, hard, spirit, culture as opposed to female, body, emotion, soft, low, flesh, nature. The chains are hierarchical, man on top and woman on bottom. They are often subliminal, and they are emotionally charged. Ironically, these enduring associations become all the more important when the artwork in question is a urinal – a pee pot for men.

The story goes like this: Marcel Duchamp, brilliant inventor of the “ready-made” and “anti-retinal art”, submitted Fountain, a urinal signed R Mutt, to the American Society of Independent Artists in 1917. The piece was rejected. Duchamp, a member of the board, resigned. Alfred Stieglitz photographed it. The thing vanished, but conceptual art was born. In 2004 it was voted the most influential modern artwork of all time.

But what if the person behind the urinal was not Duchamp, but the German-born poet and artist Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven (1874-1927)? She appears in my most recent novel, Memories of the Future, as an insurrectionist inspiration for my narrator. One reviewer of the novel described the baroness as “a marginal figure in art history who was a raucous ‘proto-punk’ poet from whom Duchamp allegedly stole the concept for his urinal”. It is true that she was part of the Dada movement, published in the Little Review with Ezra Pound, Djuna Barnes, TS Eliot, Mina Loy and James Joyce and has been marginalised in art history, but the case made in my book, derived from scholarly sources enumerated in the acknowledgements, is not that Duchamp “allegedly stole the concept for his urinal” from Von Freytag-Loringhoven, but rather that she was the one who found the object, inscribed it with the name R Mutt, and that this “seminal” artwork rightly belongs to her.

In the novel, I quote a 1917 letter Duchamp wrote to his sister, Susanne. I took the translation directly from Irene Gammel’s excellent biography of Von Freytag-Loringhoven, Baroness Elsa: “One of my female friends who had adopted the masculine pseudonym Richard Mutt sent me a porcelain urinal as a sculpture.” I got it wrong. Glyn Thompson, an art scholar and indefatigable champion of the baroness as the brain behind the urinal, pointed out to me that Duchamp wrote “avait envoyé” not “m’a envoyé” – “sent in”, not “sent me”. R Mutt was identified as an artist living in Philadelphia, which is where she was living at the time. In 1935 André Breton attributed the urinal to Duchamp, but it wasn’t until 1950, long after the baroness had died and four years after Stieglitz’s death, that Duchamp began to take credit for the piece and authorise replicas.

Duchamp said he had purchased the urinal from JL Mott Ironworks Company, adapting Mutt from Mott, but the company did not manufacture the model in the photograph, so his story cannot be true. Von Freytag-Loringhoven loved dogs. She paraded her mutts on the sidewalks of Greenwich Village. She collected pipes and spouts and drains. She relished scatological jokes and made frequent references to plumbing in her poems: “Iron – my soul – cast iron!” “Marcel Dushit”. She poked fun at William Carlos Williams by calling him WC. She created God, a plumbing trap as artwork, once attributed to Morton Schamberg, now to both of them. Gammel notes in her book that R Mutt sounds like Armut, the word for poverty in German, and when the name is reversed it reads Mutter – mother. The baroness’s devout mother died of uterine cancer. She was convinced her mother died because her tyrannical father failed to treat his venereal disease. (The uterine character of the upside-down urinal has long been noted.) And the handwriting on the urinal matches the handwriting Von Freytag-Loringhoven used for her poems.

All this and more appears in Gammel’s biography. All this and more reappears in my novel. All the evidence has been painstakingly reiterated in numerous articles and, as part of the Edinburgh festival fringe, Glyn Thompson and Julian Spalding, a former director of Glasgow Museums, mounted the 2015 exhibition A Lady’s Not a Gent’s, which presented the factual and circumstantial evidence for reattribution of the urinal to Von Freytag-Loringhoven.

The museums, including the Tate, have not budged. The standard Fountain narrative with Duchamp as hero goes on. I am convinced that if the urinal had been attributed to the baroness from the beginning, it would never have soared into the stratosphere as a work of consummate genius. Women are rarely granted such status, but the present reputation of Fountain, one that was hardly instantaneous but grew slowly over the course of many decades, has made the truth embarrassing, not to speak of the money involved and the urgent need to rewrite history. The evidence is there. They can’t or won’t see it. Why?

Expectation is the better part of perception, most of it unconscious. Past experience determines how we confront the world in the present. Prejudgment and stereotyping are part of cognition, but those preordained ideas – authority is masculine, for example – are cultural. Most people know about implicit bias. The media are full of it. Take the implicit association test to see if you are a racist or sexist. But as Perry Hinton put it: “The implicit stereotypical associations picked up by an individual do not reflect a cognitive bias but the associations prevalent in their culture – evidence of ‘culture in mind’.” We need “gut feelings”, but we also devise post hoc explanations for them: “Certainly, Freytag-Loringhoven had created broadly similar scatological works but nothing that held the thinking expressed in Duchamp’s piece.” I lifted this sentence from an online article at Phaidon.com called The Fascinating Tale of Marcel Duchamp’s Fountain. I quote it in the novel. The writer does not explain what he means by “thinking” or why works by the baroness lack thought.

To open oneself to any work – a sculpture, a book of literature or philosophy – is to acknowledge the authority behind it. When the spectator or reader is a man and the artist or thinker is a woman, this simple act of recognition can give rise to bad feelings of emasculation, what I call “the yuck factor” – the unpleasant sensation of being dragged down into fleshy feminine muck. But because the feelings are automatic, they may never be identified and can easily be explained away: she couldn’t think. She was a wild woman who wore tin cans for a bra. She turned her body into Dada. In 1913, she picked a rusted ring off the street, a found object, and named it Enduring Ornament, a year before Duchamp’s first readymade, Bottle Rack, but she wasn’t thinking. She couldn’t have influenced him. She was emotional, out of control – crazy. Duchamp, on the other hand, was dry, witty, a chess-playing genius of pure conceptual mind, a hero of high culture.

The baroness called herself “art aggressive.” She celebrated and elevated bodily machinery, rejoiced in verbal hijinks, and pitied Duchamp for devolving into “cheap, bluff, giggle frivolity”. She played with the outrage, contempt and disgust she incited. She wrote: “You forget, madame – that we are the masters – go by our rules.” She broke the rules. The evidence is there. She sent in the urinal. It’s time to rewrite the story.

Memories of the Future by Siri Hustvedt is published by Hodder & Stoughton at £18.99. Buy it for £16.71 at guardianbookshop.com.

This article was amended on 1 April 2019 to replace the main image, which due to a captioning error wrongly claimed to show Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven.

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Interessant artikel over het beroemde werk van marcel duchamp, en of dit werk wel echt van hem is.

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