#his name is Khy

[nortsmedley]

dnd pc Blythe is back with a vengence

i love herrrrr

[mrinafria]

[contains spoilers]

I'm an eternal digger of good narrative techniques. A decent story becomes great in my eyes if the narrative is done right. And it's one of the hardest things to do really, since there's no one-size-fits-all rule for what technique works well with a particular story and what doesn't. One of the primary reasons I keep obsessing over Lovely Runner is its' narrative technique. In all honesty, if it had a linear, singular narrative, I would not be hyperventilating over it on a constant basis (I still would just a certain amount, because both Byeon Woo Seok and Kim Hye Yoon deserve awards for what they are doing). One reason it has managed to knock it out off the park and take the top spot in my forever-favorite list is how wonderfully well the narrative is done.

The primary perspective used in this show is Im Sol's. It's through her we're introduced to the story. Her perspective gives shape to the plot, the characters, because we learn things through her. Her perspective is absolutely critical for exposition. Without her thoughts and way of viewing things, you would never realize why saving Seon Jae means so much to her, or why she would bend the rules and bulldoze ahead when it comes to his safety (exhibit A, her leaving home on the day of the accident, despite knowing about her fate). She'd rather have him alive than have him in her life. Without her narrative, you'd think it's really all about a fan saving her idol (thanks to everyone who'd rejected the script listening to that pitch by the way, I'm grateful we have BWS and KHY as the leads because of that, I would not change it for anyone else). With Im Sol's perspective, you realize, she is not just a fan: she's an ardent admirer, a cheerleader, a well-wisher, a protector, an invisible friend trying to support her friend any way she can, someone who respects Seon Jae, sees him as an idol but also as a human, someone who wants to give back to him the same kindness, empathy and love she had once received from him over a radio call. To her, Seon Jae is first a guardian angel and then an idol, the angel who changed her view of life, made her appreciate things even amidst all that could be wrong with the world and her life. He saved her. Not just on that day at the hospital but every time she struggled and faltered since then, he was there, as invisible as it may have been. So this time, she wants to save him, no matter the price.

Then comes Seon Jae. Oof. If Im Sol's perspective gives the story its beautiful, beautiful shape, Seon Jae's perspective breathes literal life in to the body of the story. The show wouldn't be what it is today if not for his perspective. Without his view into things, Im Sol appears as a fangirl going to extreme measures to save her idol, clinging onto him like a monkey (yes I mean the poster) embarrassing the heck out of herself, making you cringe (in a good, enjoyable way) throughout. Then you reach the end of episode 2 and it knocks the breath out of you because WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN. It all clicks.

All this while we kept thinking Seon Jae was caught off guard and just kind enough to tolerate her antics, and maybe he'd slowly fall for her now, only to realize we were completely oblivious to a whole different side of the story. If Im Sol's narrative draws you in and keeps you hooked, making you root for her to succeed, it's Seon Jae's narrative that makes you irredeemably fall in love with them and sincerely, genuinely, desperately hope they get their happy ending together after all the storm.

And the motifs. Walking/running, for instance. I'll focus on just one scene here. I recall seeing a bts where KHY is discussing the OG 2008 accident scene, and it explains how she has to slow down, while running away, for just a moment, only to be hit by the taxi driver. Have you ever been in a situation of absolute panic, desperation and stress, then suddenly found a familiar face or a name or a thing you could connect to, and felt a wave of relief rush through you? She sees Seon Jae, a person who is calling out her name. Even if she didn't know him back then, the fact that he knew her (and that he had his uniform on), gives her a sense of safety she badly needed that moment. That momentary relief, so visible in her features, then overtakes the crippling fear she felt running in the middle of nowhere with no one in sight in the dead of the night. Her body, already exhausted beyond anything, responds to the relief she feels for those few seconds, slowing down her steps.

And that is when she is caught off-guard and hit. That also might have added to Im Sol's anger at the hospital when she is screaming at Seon Jae, her internal anguish that if only she had not paused seeing Seon Jae, and kept on running, then maybe she wouldn't be hit, wouldn't fall, wouldn't lose her ability to walk. It's one thing to have tropes and symbolic things, but it's a very different thing to know how to use them effectively so they elicit very specific types of emotions/reactions out of people. Lovely Runner excels in that. All kdramas more or less have 'things' that take on different meanings for the couples/viewers. It's the way motifs are used to narrate the story in this one that has me going back over and over again to all the episodes aired so far. These are not just their 'things', these are 'things' that drive the plot forward, tell you about their characters, their personal motivations, what they mean to each other and so much more.

This is getting longer that I intended it to be so will end with this. I feel valued when watching Lovely Runner. And I've seen people saying the same thing. It feels like they respect your critical thinking skills, and your ability to infer, so they don't spoon-feed you everything from the get-go, and you can't predict much despite it being primarily a rom-com. You'd be pulling your hair out (again, in a good way) trying to figure out what they will show next, and you will be somewhat or very far from the truth, which will compel you to think further about the story, the characters, long after an episode has aired...I can't remember the last time it happened with a drama. I love this storytelling.

[toky502]

"Prototype chimeras"

Artificial experiments with soul attributes, hybrid beings mixed with animals, they are varied in size and abilities! created as pets, familiars, or guardians specifically for the monsters of the containment unit from alternate universe 502. The little creatures are loyal, loving and powerful! The only sound they can make is "Khy!" every time they express themselves. Their gender is undefined when they are born, only until they reach a certain physical maturity is it known what gender they are. They all have the reproductive ability to lay eggs.

Prototype number 1: Golden chimera

Mixed with lizards, a dog and a vision and the attribute of determination in its purest form. The little being is cheerful and curious about his surroundings, he demonstrated wall-climbing abilities and immutable supernatural resistance at its best, being the first of his kind, he has more similarities with a human domestic dog. failed to calculate its gluttony with respect to food since the creature is capable of eating more food than it normal, sometimes what he eats does not even have to be food since on one occasion he ate a steel desk in 30 minutes. His condition is not very stable, his body is physically strong but I fear that his mind will collapse at any moment. I have decided to keep him under observation and subject him to more tests to find a cure for this strange disease he suffers from and repair his unstable mind, since he has to be healthy for mass production, if I don't have a cure soon. I may have to put him in a suspension chamber until further notice to prevent him from dying prematurely.

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 2: Purple chimera

Mixed with otters, and a cat and a chameleon and the attribute of perseverance. The little being is relaxed and carefree, he has more similarities to a human domestic cat, he demonstrated abilities to deform his physical structure and become invisible, he is sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in a week. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible, my oldest son likes this creature. Maybe I'll give it to him as a gift.

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 3: Blue chimera

Mixed with rabbits, an oyster and a hamster and the attribute of integrity. The little being is quite happy despite not having two eyes, he has more similarities with a human rabbit since he likes to jump everywhere too much, he demonstrated abilities to petrify and turn objects and living beings into stone, as well as the ability to make pearls. He is sociable and friendly, sometimes he has a certain suspicion that his pearls will be stolen, his petrification ability is long-lasting, but nothing that cannot be reversed in a day, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 2 weeks. Mass production will take place as soon as possible, my assistant Alphys adore the prototype too very much, she constantly tells me that it is like a lamp as she shines her pearl in her tail when she is happy. She gave this creature a name, she called it "Light", I for one will consider her request for adoption, as I do not want the prototype to further petrify my laboratory!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 4: Cyan chimera

Mixed with iguanas, a fruit bat and an orangutan and the attribute of patience. The little being is quite restless and flies a lot, it has more similarities with the human bat, but it is very patient like a thoughtful human orangutan. He demonstrated abilities to lift extremely heavy things and cut objects quite easily, as well as hunger from eating a lot of fruits, nothing serious honestly, just a little annoying since he steals food. He is sociable and friendly, sometimes he tends to follow and observe any being that catches his attention, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 4 days, due to his kindness and consideration. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. The ex queen Toriel constantly brings the prototype back to the lab, as it escapes too often. Prototype 4 really likes the ex queen since he constantly follows her everywhere indiscriminately and as I always asked to her if she wanted to adopt him, the queen accepted, it is a relief on my part since I will be able to eat my peaches in peace!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

NEXT

[thedeepwinter]

Letter 010

 23.0103 | Parañaque, PHL

Dear Ciel,

Let me tell you a story of a magnificent woman this world ought to learn from.

Born as the eldest of 12 siblings. She lived her childhood days with a silver-spoon. Their house was built beside the bay, with a back balcony stairs that will give your feet the soft warmth of the sand as you view the glistening horizon in front of you. She grew up full of grace, as her mom taught her everything there is to know for a proper lady especially as the eldest. Naturally, her siblings adored her, relied on her, for her warmth that radiates just as the sun grows on you even if it blinds you. However, she likely adored her father as she followed his shadow even as she grew up as a lady working for her father's company as a treasurer.

One day, at church, her eyes met with a lad her age. He had this soft curls that she thought almost contrast his sharp look and stern persona. He wasn't friendly entirely, he appears as someone who'd start a fight just because. But, those curls, and how his smile seemed more gentle than the dew drops after a summer rain, something about these characteristics of his gave just enough charm for her to be captivated so much so she sought to remember his name.

The next time they saw each other, was on a lazy afternoon, when the sisters coaxed her into dipping into the ocean for a change of scenery from all her house-lessons. She rarely went out, so her skin gave the palest porcelain glow in contrast from her full velvet blue swimsuit. And there he was once again, the times they both stole shy glances from one another, she could not count but the memory has burned at the back of her mind.

When a time came he visited her at her home, they have long been acquainted with each other that even her youngest sister felt almost close as family to him as well to be lingering around where the two would stay and talk. At some point, the young lad thought the little one had slipped away, he took the chance to kiss the eldest on her cheek. But even before the lady could react, the youngest started announcing to the whole family household what had happened, "he kissed her! He kissed manay!", running around like a siren, shouting the sweetest tease.

Well, my dear, Ciel. In those days, the tradition follows an almost ridiculous belief about a kiss even if it was an accident or a joke. And they followed that, they went ahead and got married. But you see, their fairytale had its twists and turns. There's a reason why I haven't written it down. I wanted to be as accurate as I can, with no other distractions pending to derail me. Like now.

I would love to tell you more about them. One night, Sky mentioned how he grew up with his parents reading him bedtime stories. I wondered why it wasn't like that in my household, and partially I blamed how my parents were never exactly there to have the time to read.

Then, I remembered. Although that's the case, growing up with Ma and Pa, they didn't read us bedtime stories either. Considering the number of blackouts, whenever the kerosene lamps where lit up, my siblings and I would start fixing up the mosquito nets on our beds, one twin-size beside another queen-size bed. The five of us would fit there, from left to right, it would be Ate Khy, Papa, me, Mama, and Toto. Oh, the sixth one would be Potchi slowly circling until she settles in a curled bun beside my feet away from Mama so she won't be let out of the bed. When we're complete, that's when the stories begin.

Our topics would be... From the adventures Papa had at the sea, or about the new project around the house. In Mama's case, she loved telling stories about Mommy when she was our age. If not, it would be their love story, how they met, found love, and stayed in love. Or stories of other family relatives, her siblings or Papa's siblings. Our version of bedtime stories were never about dragons or princesses. They were filled with real-life passion, growth, reverence, faith. I guess, there'd be moments Papa would tell us about ghostly-encounters or he'd share one of his favorite daily quips. But most of their stories breathed air, ran blood; theirs had a heart.

That's what I am hoping to pass on to you, dear child. Just as Mama had lost no second to remind us of ––– our beating hearts, and its capability to love and feel everything. And as powerful as a heartbeat, as resilient as hers, and as gentle as her kind of warmth. May you choose to love despite. Never because, or out of pity even. May you recognize love when you've laid eyes on them. Let's both not let the frost devour our hearts to surrender and be preserved for eternity's liberty to decay. 

Allow your heart to break for what breaks His. It's the only kind of pain that will teach you to be humble in a certain way so you'd understand better. There is a certain grace in feeling pain, dear child. We feel not to let it consume us, nor to delude ourselves that eventually the feeling will change on its own. My child, I'm sorry it doesn't work that way.

Just as what I told Sky, eventually, we will all need to mourn and grieve our loss. Not so we can wallow in our own regrets. Not to search for a way to forget. There's a reason why others call it a day of remembrance. We try to remember how they lived amongst us. We share the laughter, the pieces of warmth they left behind. I wish we lived in that culture. I think I understand why Sky prefers the living to celebrate instead of grieving. Like welcoming of a birth of a child. But for me, I couldn't agree that death meant I have to say goodbye. In a way, I find it difficult to find an ounce of energy to celebrate parting. 

I pray, as much as my heart remembers, as my mind slips a clip or two, images of our memories inside that house... I pray He'd let me pass it on to you as you create an image of your own. May you carry a piece of her light with you, dearest Ciel. As for me, I'll try to retrace her footsteps as much as I can. Her steps that kept leading back to him, and through time to Him. I will try to listen to her advice. I will not let it turn to stone, not again. I will continue walking with Him until He leads me to him if that is indeed His will, just as she had long placed her faith on. Their love will continue to live on through me, as I live and breathe.

May you learn love like the one this blessed couple built and cherished together, Ciel.

Yours truly,

M

[hangingthoughts]

Dear F,

I'm going to tell you something. I think it's time I come clean (also because my friends already knew this but I want you to learn it from me). I have a happy crush. Apparently, such a thing exist now. I think it means you like someone pero not that deeply. Just admiration. Ata? Anyway, believe me it's not intentional. Orrr, is it? Kasi you're taking a long time, naghanap tuloy ako. I'm kidding! ✌️ Let's just name him EJ. He's from my rotc class. You can learn a lot from someone pala just by observing them. The first time I was aware of his existence was during my first day in rotc. It was during that time when they're picking an escort na guy to be part of the officers. He was late. Like almost always. And I saw him thread the stone steps towards his platoon. Echo 1st. (In my head I was saying 'they should pick this guy'.) I know I shouldn't care, but crap, my focus automatically shifted to him. When the officers did a roll call for attendance, I was listening intently. And then I got it. A faint sound of the syllables of his name. Then months passed by and I forgot about him. Comes 2nd semester. Saturday early morning class. Jen and I were chatting and waiting for the rotc class to start. Lo and behold there he was, asking the officer if the line of chairs infront of us belongs to his platoon. He walked towards us pero he pulled a chair infront of me so he can get in sa designated chair ng platoon niya. He was sitting in front of Jen. Then I read his name. I cannot believe it. I badly wanted to tell Jen but was too shy to do so. That i guess is when the observation started. Hahaha creepy me. I'm sorry. He really looked like Percy Jackson. Tall, lean, shy and awkward. So adorable. I was able to talk to him na and even use his phone pero, ehem, that's about it. I promise, I'm loyal to you. 🖐️ He joined in the war games too. We're in the same bus and platoon! Andddddd, during the firing, even though a mishap has befallen me, that was diminished because I saw that the next person who used my gun and sandbag was him. Does it mean that there's a possibility he was watching me while I was sprawled there, ready to engage in combat? Idk. All I know is he used my rifle and sandbag. (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠) F, you should see him. He's really cute. Oh, and he's a reader too. I melt. During the rope course, I saw him looking at our direction. It was so intent that I can only conclude he's having a conversation in his head. I tried to look at him ng kunti but only lasted around 3 or so seconds. And kanina. Oh wasted opportunity. Kidding! Kidding F! ✌️ Ri was telling me & Jam to sit beside her but Jam declined. Who did I see seating infront of Ri when the lecture resumed but him? He's wearing glasses. By jove, how can he not know someone blushed from that. He tanned though. An evidence of his war games involvement. And when the officer was calling for recitations, i saw him looked at our direction twice and hold it. Of course, i did too. At first. The second time around, I lost. He always goes home immediately after every rotc class so :( but i hope i can take a picture with him soon. I don't know why I want that. I just woke up one day and that was the first thought in my head. A picture with Jap. He's taking bachelor in engineering. Well, there, you have it, F. I think he's a recluse but I can't say for sure. Everytime i see him, he's always alone. I hope he enjoys his college life. I really do.

Oh and also, Alfonso brought up War and Peace kanina. Out of the blue. I was surprised by that. And Khy said na hindi dapat kita minamadali. She's the second person to tell me that. So I will not call that a coincidence. Kaya my ice bear, live your life. Grow into maturity. Both in spirit, mind, body, emotions, associations and finances. I'll be here waiting. Take care!

See you soon,

Irish

[graysongraysoff]

Title: At The Torn Scroll Tavern “Fandom”: @kallende-dnd​ Characters: Seren Swift, A Boy Warnings: Alcohol Consumption/Abuse Words: 836

When Seren opened her eyes, her first thought was that she must have been more drunk the night before than she realized. At least, that was the only way she could justify to herself that what she’d opened her eyes on was the face of The Torn Scroll Tavern’s bartender.

She shut her eyes again. Shit.

Memories of the night before floated to the surface of her mind, a dehydration headache riding on their tail. She had been fresh off a raid. She hadn’t yet found her way back to The Shark, but there was no shortage of odd jobs for a pirate if one knew where to look, and she had been homesick for the whisper of waves, for the saltwater air, for the pitch and roll of a wooden deck beneath her feet.

The problem with that -- with the entire expanse of the open sea -- was that it only made her miss Ravi more. That was how she’d ended up at the tavern, trying to drown the only way a mermaid could. The man beside her now -- Khy, she remembered, his name is Khy -- had stopped her from doing so.

Prick, she thought.

As carefully as she could, she lifted herself from the bed, comforted somewhat by the realization that she was still fully clothed. She found her pack and her boots lying in a pile by the door and rifled quickly through them to be sure that nothing had been taken. Nothing had. Which, of course, made her fingers itch.

She scanned the modest dwelling while she pulled her boots on for something she could palm on the way out, but she deliberated a moment too long; before she had decided between the tiny stone owl on the nightstand and something that glinted at her from beneath the bed, Khy took a sharp breath in, pushed both hands up through his dark curls, and opened his eyes.

He laughed when he saw her standing frozen by the door.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” he said.

“Don’t get cute,” Seren snapped. “This isn’t a -- a -- a -- a thing, alright? We are not -- this isn’t anything. You got it?”

“I wasn’t under the impression that it was,” Khy said, pushing himself up so that he sat against the headboard, and Seren could see that he, too, was dressed. “Unless being friends counts as a thing.”

“It does,” Seren assured him.

“Oh. Well, my bad, then.” Khy smirked at her, eyes sparkling. Seren scowled.

She threw her pack over her shoulder and yanked open the door to the hallway, but found she couldn’t storm through it. Not until she knew.

“We didn’t… you know.” She turned to meet his eyes as she asked it, but wasn’t quite able to. Her cheeks burned, equal parts embarrassment and fury. She was pretty sure she knew -- pretty sure she hadn’t been drunk to the point of truly forgetting -- but it never hurt to be certain. “Did we?”

In her periphery, she saw Khy shake his head.

“You didn’t want to,” he said.

Her heart lurched into her throat. Double-shit. She turned the rest of the way back toward him, glaring.

“What’s your game, then?” she asked.

Khy had the nerve to roll his eyes at that.

“You know, I thought you might be the type to think everyone’s out to get you,” he said.

“If you gave every sadsack who walked up to that bar a shoulder to cry on and a free bed for the night you’d be a pretty shitty bartender,” Seren shot back.

“Who said this was free?” Khy rejoined, smirking again. He was loving this. Seren’s hands curled into fists at her sides.

“Why me?” she insisted.

Khy sighed, shaking a hand absently through his hair. Seren realized he was deciding whether or not to lie to her.

“Honestly?” he said, settling on the truth. “At first? Because I thought you were cute.”

Seren smiled, knife-sharp, humorless.

“Didn’t anyone teach you that’s how mermaids lure their prey?” she asked. She stayed rooted to the spot, however. Snagged on the words at first.

Khy gestured at her legs, eyebrows raised in a way that asked How the fuck was I supposed to know? Seren shrugged in a way that said Fair enough.

“Anyway, that’s why I started talking to you. But then, I dunno. I liked talking to you.” He smiled, sincerely this time, the mischief of his smirk nowhere to be seen. “And you seemed like you needed someone to listen.”

Seren didn’t answer immediately, worried her voice might not make it past the tightness in her throat.

“You cut me off,” she grumbled.

Khy spread his palms before him in something like a shrug.

“That’s my job,” he said. “Bartender.”

Seren took a breath. Then another. And a third, in through her nose and out through her mouth.

“This still isn’t a thing,” she said at last, setting her pack back down beside the door.

Khy’s smile widened.

“Does being friends still count as a thing?” he asked.

Seren closed the door. Pulled off one boot, then the other. Sat down on the bed beside him, her shoulder barely touching his.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

[pumpkachubby]

Sven’s Route - Part 2

The group talks about finding a proper name for their newest addition, but how that casual talk could connect with Volke and a lost bond from his childhood? Check it in this new chapter!

Make sure to check the Story Archive for past chapters!

“We need to give him a name” – Said Wolter as we finished packing up our stuff and ready to move forward in our travel – “We can’t just call him Chesnaught, right?”

“Are you stupid?” – Argued Volke – “We can’t just name someone else’s Pokémon, right?”

“Do you realize that he is no longer just a Pokémon, right? He is no different than us!”

“Well, I can recognize when I’m being insensible, I’m sorry Chesnaught…”

“No worries!” – He replied, scratching the back of his head –“It’s still hard to get used to it, I still don’t know what exactly I am now… I mean, I’m still a Chesnaught, right?”

“Yeah, we hybrids have some level of pride on what species each of us are”- Started to explain Volke- “I’m a toxtricity raised by a family of musicians, Wolter is a Wooloo who was born in a yarn and we are proud to be like this, feel free to call yourself as you feel like… but… yeah I think we should give you at least a nickname, any ideas?”

He looked straight at me demanding an answer and I panicked, I never named anything before so I just panicked

“He- he is a Chesnaught, so… Chess?”

“That’s the most awfully uninspired nickname I’ve ever heard” – He replied with a disgusted expression and turning to Wolter – “If you can’t come up with something better I’m leaving this band”

“We are not a band, what are you talking about…? Wait, did you just casually mentioned that your family is full of musician? Are they famous?” – Asked Wolter with genuine interest, but by looking at how disgusted Volke’s expression was turning he realized he was going far away from the current topic –“a- anyway, a nickname, hm… what about… let me improvise… Khethocsmagne?”

“How in the hell did you improvised that name!?” – Replied Volke so surprised he almost fell to the floor – “ hm… Khethoc… Khy…what about Khyto? Maybe it’s a bit too cute…”

“Oh I like that! You can call me that!!” – Replied Chesnaught exited – “It sounds cool! Pleased to meet you! I’m Khyto! hahahahaha”

We kept talking as we moved forward, after all Wolter still needed to find someone who would endorse him so he can participate in this year’s gym challenge, he expected to find someone around Motoske city since apparently  it’s well known that those willing to sponsor new trainers are usually at that area in this time.

As we walked behind a large bridge Volke’s phone started to ring, someone was calling him and after looking at it he put a serious face and asked us to wait for him since it was important and it would take him a while.

“Sure, we can take a break and have lunch!” – I said

“Great, just make sure you don’t find another guy in trouble when I’m out, ok?” – He said, half joke, half serious.

…

 But I failed

The next moment we saw each other, I was holding a phantump on my arms.

  Volke walked fast and made sure he was as far away from the group as possible when he was talking to the phone. When he was sure his friends wouldn’t be able to find him quickly he found a spot in the shadow of a berry tree and put his phone against a rock in the floor, it was going to be a video call after all.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call so soon, is this situation this urgent?” – He asked – “Or maybe, you are suspicious of me?  You are glad I have an expensive phone with a reception good enough to properly see my face”

“I knew that you would, after all you are the younger son of that family, right, Volke? Or should I call you by your real name, Khethocsmagne?”

Volke’s real name was Khethocsmagne, his family had the old tradition of coming up with a new and original name for their children to make them feel special since the day of their birth, but that name was only used in formal documents, after all they had to come up with an artistic pseudonym for their public life, “Volke” was that pseudonym.  

“How do you know that stupid name? What the hell is my life anymore, first Wolter casually dropping that name too and now you too, Horacio”

“Sorry sorry, I just wanted to tease you a little, your father used to call you by your real name when you were little, he was super proud for that creation. Last night when you texted me with your phone number to be in contact after Sven’s situation, I remembered that small Toxel that one day told me his name was going to be Volke and I needed to check if my hunch was right”

“Same for me, but how long has it been? 15 years? Sorry to ask this so sudden but… why did you stop visiting us?”

“You know I’ll forever be grateful of your father for giving me the support for my studies, I’ll never be able to pay him back… You know I had to travel for my studies and when I came back to Galar I had so much work to do at the laboratory and then… well… things got complicated and I had to run…”

“I know that, but you should have send me a letter or something at least…” – Replied Volke, turning his head to the left – “You were like a big brother to me you know, better than my own…” – He whispered.

“um? What did you said?” – Asked Horacio, who couldn’t listen to the last part.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing. Let’s go back to the topic: Sven. What’s going on with him? I mean, besides well, everything around him.”

“Do you know a grimmsnarl named Noah Grimm?”

“Ugh, he is an asshole, my dad pushed me to do some musical work for his company, a little tune for a tv spot or something, I only met him once a couple of years ago and I’m glad our paths have never crossed again. I know it’s an awful Dark-type stereotype but there is something about him that I don’t like, he is… dangerous, he don’t see people as nothing more than test subjects, he gives a strong mad scientist vibe. But what’s going on with him?”

“He is after Sven”- Replied Horacio, his voice almost breaking.

“WHA- What..!? How? Is he aware of his situation!? But as far as I know Sven never left Kalos until this travel, right? Then why…”

“It’s my fault… you see, he and I… we know each other, I did something awful to him in the past and he kept a close eye on me and my friends, right now he is using Sven as a hostage to force me to collaborate with a potentially dangerous work”

“That asshole! Are you ok? I knew he was dangerous…”

“I’m ok, I just need to finish this work and he promised to let us go, and if there is still a part of the Noah I knew when I was young he will keep his word, but even so… I’m scared that he could try to do something bad to Sven if I don’t give him the results he wants”

“Don’t worry Horacio, I’ll protect Sven with my life” –Volke’s words hit Horacio harder than he expected and the old Incineroar couldn’t hold up tears, it was like if all the weight that was on his shoulders since they arrived to Galar had finally loosen up just a little.

Voke waited until his old friend got it together to continue the talk, he had already realized how important was Sven to him with the phone call last night when neither of them was aware they were talking to each other.

“Thank you… *snif* I know I am no one to ask you this, but still, please take care of Sven, he is a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t keep living if something happened to him for my fault…”

“Don’t say that! You are really important to me too… if I can pay you back for those happy days I spend with you back then… I will do my best.”

“Volke… thank you.”

“Then? What’s the plan? What do you think I should do to keep him safe from Noah?”

“Well… I think that just by being by his side is enough to keep him from doing anything risky, after all you are the son of a very powerful person, as long as Sven can keep traveling without knowing about Noah we should be fine”

“I can’t believe the day when I’m glad I was born in a famous family is here… Ok Horacio, I’ll keep a close eye on him for you, he is a good friend to me too after all. You focus on that work for that asshole and let’s meet again to celebrate once this is over!”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best!”

After saying goodbye to Horacio and promising to send him periodic updates of their location Volke was ready to go back to camp when he realized he wasn’t alone, someone was hiding behind the bushes close to the tree he was under and probably listened to their talk. The idea of them being an spy from Noah immediately crossed his mind and got ready to challenge the possible treat, as he hold a pokeball on his hand tiny bits of electricity started to surround him, but they completely dissipated when he saw who was behind the bushes.

“Wait wait it’s just me, Wolter!” – Said the wooloo as he jumped out of the bush – “Man, you are really scary when you get serious…”

“What the hell are YOU doing here!? I made sure no one would be able to follow me!”

“Well… I went to the nearby lake for some water and before I realized I found you…”

“That lake was a couple of feet away from where I left you… to think that you would get lost…” – Volke was exhausted and he dropped to the floor, he was being too paranoid, not even Horacio suggested the possibility of a spy but he was already considering it. The wild area was too large to find a single person and even so they wouldn’t had a reason to spy him after all.

“How long did you hear?”

“From the moment you whispered he was like a brother to you…” – Replied Wolter, a bit ashamed of his unintentional eavesdropping

“So, from the very beginning…”

“Is that Noah guy that dangerous?”

“Yeah, he is the head of a very important laboratory, they not only study odd health-related situations, they even supply people from different regions with vital medicine. To put it simply no one would believe us… all we can do is make sure Sven is safe, that’s all.”

“I see… then I have an idea to make sure he is safe!”

“An idea?”

“Yeah, and a really good one! All we need to do is to make sure Sven joins the Gym Challenge too! Believe it or not the security at gyms is really good, especially for trainers participating, if he is in the eyes of everyone then there is no way that Noah guy would try to kidnap him”

“Hm… that’s not a bad idea, but your plan has a big flaw: Sven doesn’t want to become a Pokémon trainer.”

“tch! You are right… well, I’m sure we can come up with something!”

But we didn’t even had to try, because when we came back to the camp a few minutes later our friend was sitting nervously at the camp holding a shiny Phantump in his arms

[experimentjr]

Schimmig Backstories

oh hi, it’s-a me >:3 so, all of you know about my Schimmig AU and that I’ve been posted about Schimmig OCs since the creation of this blog, even if my Schimmig OCs aren’t as much famous or known by most of you as the other OCs from SVTFOE, but I know there is a couple of you that want to know more about each one of them, so I had this idea: what if I post some of my OCs backstory, their facts and, if possible, their royal painting :v pretty good idea right qq? And I will start with one of your and my favorite Schimmig:

Ou”n”cablould, “The Queen of Goodies”

Since little, Ou”n”cablould has always been in love with sweets and stuff, but, despite being a princess and extremely rich, the candies she could buy or that she payed candymakers to make were not so appetizing. The candies were not sugary but they used a kind of "juice" that gave a very weak flavor and most of the candies had a very watery taste, it was then that she, at age 10, started to leave her castle and even her kingdom only to look for other sweets and, also, learn about them. By the age of 20 she was known as a "Sweet Thief", for stealing from different donations around the country, various recipes for her special cookbook and with the help of her power — which gave her the ability to remain unnoticed by beings — she could go unnoticed and steal them. At 30, she had her first daughter and decided to teach her everything about being a natural candymaker. Around age 45, she decided to go to sea like a pirate and she sailed for several years, returning at age 120, where, after all those years stealing and learning about the cuisine related to desserts and sweets from various empires and kingdoms, she was known as “Queen of Goodies” after a party (also a competition between the sweetmeats) with all the kingdoms of the empire, making all the guests delighted in her incredible sweets and desserts. Several years passed and she kept creating more and more recipes for her book, which had already turned into a huge block so much recipes that had been put in it. That was when, in the year 307 (around the year 1,800, by the Gregorian calendar) an immense war between another empire called Khy (name of the empire of the demons in their language) began. Ou”n”cablould used her recipes, with the sugar of the dimension discovered by her, to increase the stamina and strength of the soldiers, besides participating directly in several naval battles, since she was in the navy of the kingdom. During the war, Ou”n”cablould took to steal hundreds of recipes from enemy kingdoms and bases, so much so that she received another title: "Sweet Shade", because she could enter places and steal recipes without anyone noticing anything. Unfortunately, in one of her raids to steal recipes, she was pursued by her enemies and wounded by a special type of weapon, which had a venom that by that time was deadly, and although she managed to get away and bring back her recipes, a few days later, in the year 389, she died on account of the poison at 323 years.

Facts

Ou”n”cablould had the titles of:

“Ghost”

“Candy Thief”

“Maniac Candymaker”

“Recipe Pirate”

“Queen of Goodies” (the most famous)

“Sweet Candy”

She was so successful and was so recognized for helping the Schimmig cuisine that she was honored to have her name as the term for a certain type of dish and got her name on her most famous dish.

Ou”n”cablould is the name given to something very cold and very sweet, like ice cream, açai, snow cone, etc ... And it is the name of the dish that takes processed fruits (or candies) with the milk of the dimension. Basically an ice cream.

She had not only a daughter but also had a son with a king from a kingdom of the Carbonus empire while sailing the world and had another son with a king from a kingdom of the Tanq khy empire.

Her ship was considered the strangest and most colorful because it was actually an immense cake inside a pot and her flag was a spiral-shaped face licking a lollipop. The ship was known as the largest Schimmig ship of all.

When she died, all the candymakers of the immense Schimmig empire mourned.

The "O"n"cablould’s Cookbook,"Eternal Love for Sweets" is the most sacred object among the candymakers and the best sheltered book among them.

Even when she died, she was happy because she knew that even if she couldn’t continue, there would be several other candymakers who would increase her book even more.

Royal Painting

(and yes, this is her tongue :v I actually might redraw it, but I still like this painting hafeuh)

[timespakistan]

Work on KP’s first Ali Sadpara climbing wall completed PESHAWAR – The first climbing wall named af­ter international climber and he­roic Shaheed Muhammad Ali Sad­para completed here at Peshawar Sports Complex with the total cost of Rs10 million under the Prime Minister 1000 Playground Facili­ties Project. The climbing wall has been named after national hero Mu­hammad Ali Sadpara was a Paki­stani high-altitude mountaineer. He was part of the team (which included Italian alpinist Simone Moro) that successfully completed the first-ever winter ascent to the summit of Nanga Parbat in 2016. Muhammad Ali Sadpara, along with his 21-year-old son, Sa­jid (who had also climbed K2 in 2019), teamed up with Icelan­dic mountaineer John Snorri Sig­urjónsson and Chilean mountain­eer Juan Pablo Mohr Prieto for a joint-ascent of K2, and left the highest camp on the evening of Feb 4, 2021. Sajid was later forced to descend due an Oxygen regula­tor malfunction, leaving the oth­er members of the team at the K2 Bottleneck, close to the summit.  Ali Sadpara, Sigurjónsson and Prieto continued their ascent to K2’s summit, but did not return by night as planned, and were de­clared missing on Feb 5, 2021. A rescue mission with two Pakistan Army helicopters was organised on Feb 6, 2021 to search for the team. On Feb 18, 2021, Pakistani author­ities announced that the three men were officially presumed dead, but the search for their remains would continue. Sadpara’s family also de­clared him as presumably dead on the same day. To pay rich tribute to Shaheed Sadpara, the govt of Khyber Pa­khtunkhwa decided to name after the Climbing Wall as Sadpara, Sec­retary Sports KP Abid Majeed told media persons. He said Chief Sec­retary KP Dr. Kazim Niaz would formally inaugurate the Shaheed Sadpara Climbing Wall very soon.  During inspection, Abid Majeed said that the installation of the first Climbing Wall was to moti­vate youngsters toward climbing. Director General Sports Khy­ber Pakhtunkhwa Asfandyar Khan Khattak and Project Direc­tor of Prime Minister 1000 Play­ground Facilities Project Murad Ali Mohmand accompanied him. The players present on the occa­sion gave a spectacular demon­stration of speed wall and na­tional athlete Engr. Paras Ahmad, who also looked after the ongoing work, was the first one to climb the Shaheed Sadpara Wall in a re­cord time. https://timespakistan.com/work-on-kps-first-ali-sadpara-climbing-wall-completed/12351/

[bride-and-bride]

in some AU somewhere I definitely want to know what a Khyran and Defiant baby would look like

I, a fool, moved to mobile, so these are gonna start getting less well-formatted as I refuse to stop answering memes!Name: Peony BrideGender: GirlGeneral Appearance: A bit pale, a bit small, a bit soft... Almost entirely raen-looking, with a long tail, but relatively small horns and few scales beyond her neck and hips. Always looks a lil bit sad, but just has resting melancholy face. Dark hair, very curly! Has Khy's nose, and he kind of feels guilty about that.Personality: Though she seems timid and quiet, Peony has a strong personality and a deep-rooted sense of self that drives her to pursue her passions. She believes in right and wrong and will do whatever she can to see RIGHT done, and people taken care of! Extremely loving, prone to depression when she gets set back, but always ready to try again.Special Talents: Very sensitive, and good with animals, plants, and children, which all seem to love her.Who they like better: She loves both her mom and dad equally, despite their problems... Picking one over the other might make one feel bad, and so she won't! (She likes Uncle Toviel)Who they take after more: A lil bit more Khy, in looks and personality... But with the support of two loving parents and much less self-destructive feelings.Personal Headcanon: She awakens to the Echo as an adult, able to look into people's memories as her father does... But with far less power, unable to manipulate them. It intially freaks Khy the hell out, but realizing that he can help his daughter to learn and understand gives him a measure of peace again.

[kieranoruadhain]

Hit me... with an Aran/Khyran ... hybrid. o.o

Name: Alrek Aethersmith

Gender: Male

General Appearance: A lithe fellow in his adulthood, Alrek is far healthier than his father but somehow manages to look a bit stretched in his proportions, as being a mix of Ala Mhigan and La Noscean blood. He has fiery red hair and bright teal eyes, taking after his mother. He’s got a sharp, hooked nose much like his father, and a thin beard that is decidedly black while the rest of his hair is red.

Personality: A frustrated, rebellious and disgruntled young man, Alrek definitely went through several phases in his life of feeling like he didn’t need anyone or anything and he could very well take care of himself. Other times, however, he was significantly vulnerable and wanted nothing more than happiness and stability. Despite his tendency to shelve his emotions and put on some facade of uncaring stone, he’s a bleeding heart deep down and wants to do the right thing for others. When presented with hard choices, he typically takes the moral high ground and takes the self-sacrificial approach.

Special Talents: He inherited the aspect of fire from his mother, and is particularly good at mimicking her fiery swords-dance. 

Who they like better: Aran. He doesn’t know Khyran super well, even though he likes him alright, he oftentimes blames Khyran for being absent in pockets throughout his life.

Who they take after more: Aran.

Personal Headcanon: Alrek was unfortunately the result of a drunken night filled with conversation about guilt and duty. Aran seemed rather disgruntled in her drunkenness and put herself quite uncomfortably close to Khy. He found himself thinking he owed something to her, for her happiness and comfort. Neither of them talked about it in the morning and tried to pretend it never happened.  And they never did it again, even after Alrek entered the equation. In fact, Alrek didn’t even know who his father was until he was six, when guilt urged Khyran to tell the poor boy the truth. He had always taken care of Alrek from a distance though, feeling responsible for him despite being otherwise absent from his life until the boy was a bit older. Khyran became a better parent a few years later, but tension between him and Aran always remained. The two disagreed on things more often than not, but they never outright hated each other or had any sort of falling out. They remained trusted friends.

[imran16829]

Michigan State Star Cassius Winston's Brother Dies: Zachary Winston Bio, Wiki, Age, Married, Net Worth, Twitter, Instagram, Fast Facts You Need to Know

Zachary Winston Bio

Zachary Winston was best known as the brother of American basketball player Cassius Winston. Zachary Winston, a sophomore at Albion College, was killed on Saturday night after being struck by a train. Arigh, LOOK, His name is Zachary Winston. Have some respect for him and his family! Cassius and his family are already going through enough pain losing ason/brother, and now y’all wanna make his name The subject of the death of his brother? STOP disrespecting him and his family! — Rari 💯🏎 (@24robinsonDBU) November 10, 2019

Zachary Winston Age

He was 19 years old.

Zachary Winston Earlier Life & Career

@michiganstateu State basketball All-American 🏀#CassiusWinston 🏀 & his family suffered a major tragedy Sat. 😥night. Winston’s brother #Zachary was struck & killed by an 🇺🇸 Amtrak train 🚊 at Erie Street crossing in #Albion around 8:30 p.m. 09.11.2019 pic.twitter.com/XAmA4ZkK8e — @HeadStrong INK.❤️ (@danadanewfame) November 10, 2019 Zachary Winston Education Zachary Winston was born in 2000. He studies at Albion College. Zachary Winston College Career He was a sophomore forward on the Albion College men’s basketball team, a team that the youngest brother, Khy, also plays for as a freshman. Zachary Winston University Career Before college, he was a three-year varsity basketball player at the University of Detroit Jesuit (coached by Pat Donnelly) who was a member of three district and regional champion and one state champion squads. Zachary Winston Professional Career Achieved all-league and all-city distinction. Inducted into the National Honor Society, says the Albion biography. For the 2018-19 season, he was a substitute in all 28 games, averaging nearly 14 minutes per game. According to his College biography, He chose Albion because it felt like a second home ever since his first campus visit. Winston listed like to talk and learn about others and their everyday lives as an interest off the basketball court and was a finance major who is concentrating in Albion’s Carl A. Gerstacker Institute for Business and Management. Dished out a season-high six assists in 18 minutes on the court in Albion’s home loss to Trine. Produced nine points in 17 minutes off the bench in the Michigan Intercollegiate Athletic Association Tournament championship game victory over Trine. Stuffed the box score with nine points, five rebounds and three assists in the NCAA Division III Championship first-round game vs. Loras, Iowa.

Zachary Winston Accident

Albion Chief of Public Safety Scott Kipp confirmed Winston was struck by a westbound Amtrak train around 8:30 p.m. near the Erie Street crossing in Albion. The investigation revealed that Winston, 19, appeared to intentionally step in front of the train. “According to the engineer, the student stepped out in front of the train,” Kipp said. “It appears to be intentionally done.” On Sunday afternoon, Albion College President Mauri Ditzler released a statement. "As a community, our hearts are broken today as we share the news of the passing of one of our students, Zachary Winston," the statement read. "Zach was a finance major, a student in the Gerstacker Institute for Business and Management, and member of the Albion College men’s basketball team. Beyond that, he was an extremely charismatic young man with an infectious smile. Zach was a recognized leader who was well known across every facet of our campus, He was a fantastic student with a world of potential before him. He was deeply loved and will be deeply missed. "As a campus, we have provided opportunities for students, faculty and staff to receive counseling and support in the challenging days ahead. We want all students to know they are not alone. "Our hearts go out to his brothers, Khy, who is a freshman at Albion, and Cassius, who is a senior at Michigan State University, his parents and his extended family. We echo the family’s request in asking everyone to respect their privacy at this time." No. 1 Michigan State is scheduled to play Binghamton at 7 p.m. on Sunday night. There has been no word on whether Cassius Winston intends to play for the Spartans. On Sunday afternoon, Michigan State coach Tom Izzo released a statement on behalf of the Spartans' program. “Our hearts are filled with sorrow for the Winston family," the statement read. "Their pain over the sudden loss of Zachary is unimaginable. It’s impossible to find the right words in this moment, other than to say that we will support the family in whatever way they need."

Death and Tributes

Zachary Winston has died on 10 November 2019 after being struck by an Amtrak train. in social media tributes. people are saying “Thinking of the Albion College community today. Prayers sent for family, teammates, and friends,” wrote one. “Heartbreaking. I had limited interactions with Zachary, but he was certainly an amazing young man and leader of his peers. Thoughts go out to the Winston and Albion Families,” wrote another. Praying for Winston family. Remember when smoothie would always be in my chair cause it was next to cassius in locker room and he just start smiling and laughing and joking. RIP Zach Winston — Matthew Mcquaid (@mattblast3) November 10, 2019 Prayers up for my brother Cash and the rest of the Winston family man. Smoothie was like a lil brother to me damn this one hit home — Miles Bridges (@MilesBridges) November 10, 2019 Rest easy, Brother Z. That smile always lit the room/gym up. We will take care of your family. Appreciate all that you did! #ZachWinston — Dane Fife (@CoachDaneFife) November 10, 2019 I would give everything away to just see you smile one more time 💔 rest easy Z smoothie until I see you again🖤 #bestbuddy — Elijah Collins (@24foshow) November 10, 2019

Fast Facts You Need to Know

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[poeticandors]

Come Back To Me Pt 2

Cassian Andor x Reader

Summary: Y/N and her team are sent to Scarif in the place of Cassian, her boyfriend, and his team to retrieve the Death Star plans. The plans are successfully transmitted, but things go awry in the end and Y/N ends up with a lost memory. Will she make it back to Cassian?  

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, panic attack, cursing

A/N: Sorry for posting so late, had two tests to study for and my soul decided to leave my body for these last few days. Enjoy!

I do not own anything!!!

Part 1

Your heart felt like it was going to jump right out of your chest and try to make a break for it back to Yavin 4. You tried to stay calm as you and Alec made your way through the hallways of the Citadel Tower in order to find the Death Star plans. Alec came up with the brilliant idea to steal an Imperial officer’s uniform as well as snag an Imperial Ground Crew suit for you. It took a little convincing for those certain individuals, as well as two Stormtroopers, to cooperate, but you, along with the other three, managed to pry those uniforms away from them. While you guys were going to get the plans, Tabian, Rayna, and Dragan were responsible for placing multiple explosives on different landing pads to distract the Empire from you all. You looked up at Alec, who was standing right next to you, and tried not to laugh out loud as he looked ridiculous in his uniform. As you made your way past a group of Stormtroopers, you and Alec snuck into an empty supply closet. While Alec was keeping watch, you clicked on your mic and got ahold of the watch crew, which consisted of Bodhi, K2, and Cassian.

“Bodhi, Bodhi do you copy?” You whispered into the mic.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here, Y/N,” you heard him say quickly and you smiled to yourself,

“Okay we need help locating the plans. We are currently in a supply closet on the 28th floor inside the tower and have no idea where to go.”

“Yeah, our wonderful navigator here got us lost,” Alec whispered into his mic and you glared at him.

“O-okay, hang on,” you waited for Bodhi but were surprised when you heard the voice of K2 in your headphone,

“Your optimal route to the data vault only places 89 Stormtroopers in your path. You will make it no more than 33% of the way before you are killed.”  You slowly looked at Alec who returned the same perplexed look that was on your face, “You are going to go to the 117th floor and take two lefts and then a right to get to the data vault.” You scoffed,

“Thanks Kay you’re the best,” you switched channels before K2 had the chance to sass you and you made contact with Tabian,

“Hey T, are you guys doing okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” you sighed in relief as you heard your friend’s voice, “had to take care of a couple of Troopers but we are all set to blow these nerf herders outta here.” You laughed and rolled your eyes,

“Alright, then light it up T.” You clicked your mic off and turned towards Alec and nodded towards the door and walked out of the supply closet. You made your way to the elevator and waited patiently as the elevator made its way up to the data vault. You felt a little nervous as your mind was on what K2 had told you, but you tried not to let it affect your mission. Alec leaned over to you and broke your train of thought and whispered,

“Dibs on taking out the first enemy we run into,” you smiled in return and simply shook your head. Other than Cassian, Alec was the only person who was able to tell when you were upset or nervous and would often try to make you feel better. The elevator slowed down and you prepared yourself as it stopped and you followed Alec out into the hallway. You both made your way until you finally walked into the room where the opening to the vault was but slowed when you noticed the Imperial Technician and sighed as you and Alec made your way up to the control computer. The poor technician didn’t even get one word out before Alec knocked him upside the head with his blaster. You watched as Alec hurried behind the control computer and you dragged the technician towards the handprint scanner to get into the vault.

“When you get in there Y/N, you will have to manually extract the data file, but I can help locate it once we figure out which one it is. All I have so far is that it will be in the second tower, got it?” You huffed as you were struggling to drag the technician to the door but finally succeeded in doing so and placed the technicians hand on the scanner and watched as the vault door opened in front of you. You gasped softly and stood straight up and made your way into the vault. In front of you was a control pad and a retrieving mechanism to reach for the files. You hurried towards the control pad and began to scan for the plans. While you were searching, you heard voices through your microphone and stopped searching for the file.

“Y/N! Y/N! It’s Dragan, do you copy?” Your heart clenched at the distressed sound that flowed through Dragan’s voice.

“Yes, Dragan, I’m here what’s happening out there?” You heard an explosion and the sound of heavy breathing and you figured that Dragan must have been running away from some Imperial Officers.

“We were able to set off the explosives, but one was faulty and of course it was the one pad that was closest to us.”

“Yeah,” Rayna began to say, “We are definitely going to have a word with the council about giving us these faulty-“ all you heard was static and the shouting voices of Tabian and Dragan. You felt a knot in the pit of your stomach and you tried to contact your friends again.

“Guys! Guys what happened?” You went to reach for your necklace but forgot that it was being blocked by the suit and all you could do was clench your fist,

“Y/N,” you heard the sadness in Tabian’s voice and you stayed quiet, “We lost Rayna, and there are Walkers out here. Dragan and I barely- Oh fuck yeah!” You furrowed your brows as you heard another signal come in through your mic,

“Hey guys,” you heard the voice of one of your other team members, Anton, who was going to accompany you along with the remaining members, Valeria, Khy, and Hadrian, in their X-Wings.

“Thought you guys could use some assistance since you seem to have everything under control here,” Valeria said.

“We also thought we would bring some more people to this beach party,” Hadrian said and you breathed a sigh of relief as you heard everyone cheering through your mic and realized that more members from the Rebel Fleet had decided to help you guys.

“Y/N,” you heard Alec yell from behind you, “we need to hurry up here, I’m afraid we don’t have much time until someone realizes there is something wrong.” You reached for the control pad and continued scrolling through the different file names while trying to listen to your team members as well. You were able to confirm that Anton, Valeria, and Khy were able to make it quickly through the shield with no problem, but sadly Hadrian was not able to get through fast enough and you were unfortunate enough to hear it. Luckily, four other ships were able to make it through as well so you had a little extra help.

“Wait,” you yelled back to Alec, “if the shield is up, then how are we supposed to get out of here with the plans?”

“Y/N, for as smart as you may look you do not use your brain as much. We are going to use that big satellite to transmit the signal. We just need to find a way to contact the Rebel Fleet and tell them to take out the shield because the size of this file is ridiculously big.”

“Do you hear that guys?” You asked Tabian and Dragan, “You need to find a way to communicate with the Rebel Fleet so they can know that our only way of transmitting the plans and getting out of here is to take that shield down.”

“Alright, Y/N we are on it!” You heard Dragan yell and you continued your job for searching for the plans. While you were sad that you had already lost two members of your team, you could not let that affect your mission. You continued searching for the file, but were becoming flustered when you could not figure out which one contained the Death Star plans,

“High Space Tracking, Navigational Systems, which one is it in Alec?”

“Try Structural Engineering.” You clicked on it and began scrolling through the names of each file,

“Statusphere, something, something, something, Black saber, how do I know which one-“ you stopped yourself as you glanced at the name of the one called Stardust. You immediately recalled how Jyn’s father called her Stardust when you stood behind her as you both watched him pass on Eadu. When you all got back to the stolen cargo ship, you asked her about it and she told you how it was a name he had given to her when she was a child. You realized it was a long shot but decided to take it.

“Alec, I need you to locate the one called Stardust.”

“Okay but are you completely-“

“Yes I am sure; just trust me on this, Alec.” You made your way to the extraction handles and grabbed hold of them and waited until you saw a flashing light that contained the Death Star plans. You gently moved the handles down and watched as the “claw” moved upwards fairly quickly and you had to rush to stop at the correct row. You could feel beads of sweat fall down your forehead and you very slowly moved it to the left and stopped right in front of the blinking light and continued to twist your hand and as you begun to push the claw forward, you heard Alec swear and heard his footsteps rushing towards you,

“Y/N, I gotta go help out Tabian and Dragan. They are having trouble trying to contact the Rebel Fleet and need my wonderful expertise. Are you going to be okay with going up to the top and transmitting the files by yourself?” You nodded your head,

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, A. You go help the other guys and I will do my job.” Alec nodded and reached forward to give you a tight hug, which you returned. While you were scared for both yours and Alec’s life right now, you knew what needed to be done. You released him from your embrace and Alec gave you a tight smile,

“I’ll come back for you, Y/N/N, don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare risk my own neck and return to Yavin 4 without you.” You nodded hastily and watched as Alec started to run back out of the vault and you quickly turned back and grabbed the handles again. You pushed forward with the right handle and waited for any type of confirmation that you had grabbed ahold of it. When the claw clicked and pulled the file out you laughed to yourself and began to extract the file back towards you. You grabbed the file and clicked it onto your belt loop, hoping that it was secure enough before you made your way back towards the elevator. Before you began to make your way back, you came up with a quick idea that you believed would buy you some time. You reached for your blaster and shot towards the glass window, the wind blowing harshly, and, after being completely satisfied, finally made your way towards the elevator and tried to be as discreet as possible. You walked past a group of a dozen Stormtroopers and hoped that they didn’t notice the big file hanging from your side. Luckily they didn’t and you clicked the button to the elevator and waited patiently for it to arrive.

Once the elevator landed on your level, you were about to walk inside until you saw who was inside and you froze. Standing before you was a tall, intimidating looking man who was wearing all white with an unnecessarily long cape that trailed behind him. You immediately recognized the man as Director Orson Krennic and tried not to show any signs of panic as he and the two Stormtroopers that were accompanying him stepped out of the elevator and walked right past you. You tried to hurry and press the button to close the doors quickly when a gloved hand shot out and stopped the doors. You quickly put your hands to your side and tried to remain as calm as possible when Director Krennic looked you up and down and asked,

“Aren’t you supposed to be joining the other Grounds Crew members?” You stared at him wide eyed and stilled your body from shaking as you were about to answer him, but were quickly interrupted when one of the Stormtroopers came up to the both of you,

“Sir, I think you should come see this. It seems that someone has extracted some plans and escaped through the window in the vault.” Krennic cursed to himself and didn’t bother continuing with you as he released the elevator doors and followed the Stormtrooper. You shuddered at how close of a call that was and tried to calm yourself down, but you knew something was wrong when you didn’t begin to do so. You began to feel your chest tighten and began to feel dizzy. You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath and you looked around as you began to feel like the walls of the elevator were closing in on you and you began to slide down the wall as you tried to catch your breath.

‘I’m going to die. I am going to die in this stupid elevator.’ you thought to yourself and you began to panic even more. The walls continued to close in on you and you tried to catch your breath but it was useless. You felt unsafe and the only person who ever made you feel safe was not there with you. Cassian was only one who ever witnessed you having a panic attack and was also the only one able to calm you down. You felt the tears begin to pool in your eyes and began to hyperventilate as you brought your knees up to your chest, rocking back and forth. You were alone and no one was there to help you.

You began to feel foolish. For someone who was meant to be a leader, you felt weak that you couldn’t control your emotions and complete the mission. You wondered if taking on this mission was a mistake. If Cassian or Jyn were in your position now, they wouldn’t be panicking in an elevator with the plans.  Maybe you really were foolish to think you were a strong person. Your mind became clouded with negative thoughts such as how Cassian was able to tolerate such a weak person such as yourself. You buried your head into your arms as you continued to rock back and forth.

“Y/N, sweetheart, it’s Cassian.” You lifted your head up as you heard that wonderful voice flow through your ear and tried to respond but you felt like you were going to throw up if you tried so you just stayed quiet.

“Hey, sweetheart, I know you are feeling a little scared and that is okay. It is completely fine that you are feeling this way, we both know how strong you truly are. You are almost through with this part okay? You just need to relax. Who is the one in control?” You had followed this routine with Cassian a couple of times before; usually he put your hand on his chest to try and match his breathing and would gently bring his hands to your face to get you to focus only on him. You were going to have to make do without him and you tried to slow your breathing so that you wouldn’t vomit and you slowly let out a whispered,

“I am in control.”

“Good, sweetheart, you are the only one in control. I know I am not there to help but you are strong enough to where you can do this yourself. I will be here to try and help you but it is all up to you okay sweetheart? Do you think you can manage that?” You nodded to yourself, forgetting that Cassian wasn’t able to see it, and slowly began to stand up. You thought that standing up would open up your lungs instead of sitting in a ball and allow for you to relax your breathing but you were still finding it hard to do so.

“Cass,” you gasped, “I c-can’t stop-“

“Shhh, yes you can, Y/N. Even though I am not with you, you have a piece of me with you remember? You can use it to help you, but you are going to have to trust me on this Y/N. You can get through this, my love.” You reached once again for your necklace but only felt the hard armor of your suit and you shakily reached your hands to take off your helmet as well as the rest of your armor. When you removed the last of the armor, you immediately reached for your necklace, brought it up to your lips, and closed your eyes. It felt as if the world around you had slowed and you began to slowly inhale and exhale. You continued to slow your breathing for the next 30 seconds and felt your body cease the excess shaking.  You slowly opened your eyes and the pain in your chest was gone and you also stopped crying.

“Y/N, are you there?” You almost forgot that Cassian was listening and you nodded to yourself,

“Yeah Cass,” you gave out a shaky laugh, “I did it. I’m fine.” You heard Cassian sigh contentedly and you smiled to yourself,

“You had me worried there, sweetheart. I was about to take a ship and make my way to you when I saw your vitals began to spike from your body cam.” You didn’t know that Alec and K2 had created that feature with your body cams and you wondered if the other members of your team were also able to be checked on.

“Cass, are- can you check if Alec, Tabian, and everyone else are okay?” It was quiet on Cassian’s end and a heavy feeling overcame your stomach as you feared for the worse.

“Y/N, Alec is fine and so is Tabian but,” you felt your stomach drop, “Dragan is gone and so are Khy and Anton. Valeria is the only member from your team still flying. I’m sorry Y/N.” You stayed quiet for a moment, trying to process that a few of your closest friends had just sacrificed their lives. You clenched your fists and finally cleared your throat,

“Thanks Cass,” the elevator finally opened and you were at the top of the tower. You exited and made your way straight for the satellite. You looked at the battle that was going on around you and heard the whirring of X-wings as well as Tie Fighters around you. You hoped that Valeria was still okay and continued towards the satellite. When you got there, you unhooked the plans from your belt loop and pushed it into the drive and watched as it disappeared into the satellite tower. You were trying to select the transmit button but it wouldn’t go through and you huffed in annoyance as you looked for the controls to reset the antenna. You saw a walkway with a mini control sector and made your way across the bridge. You grabbed the handle that was in front of you and you pushed it back and watched as the satellite straightened and smiled to yourself when you heard the computer say that it was ready to transmit. You made your way back across the bridge and towards the control pad and began to transmit the plans. You cheered loudly as you watched the plans successfully transmit to the Rebel Fleet but froze as soon as you felt the barrel of a blaster push against the back of your head.

“Who are you? Show your face!” You recognized the voice holding the blaster and slowly turned around to meet the face of an irate Krennic.

“Don’t make me ask you again, Rebel scum.” You stared at him, unfazed as you straightened up and tried to make yourself as tall as possible to show that you were not scared of him.

“My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I am a commander from the Rebel alliance and I was sent here to retrieve the Death Star plans and you’ve just lost.” You smirked and he just scoffed,

“Oh I have, have I?”  You nodded,

“You’re wonderful pal Galen Erso placed a flaw in the Death Star by putting a fuse in the middle of the machine and I have just told the entire galaxy.”

“The shield is up your signal will never reach the Rebel base. All your ships here will be destroyed and I lose nothing but time just as your parents and their little friends did.” You felt your posture stiffen as he brought up your parents and you felt your mouth open slightly. Krennic obviously noticed your discomfort and smirked at this,

“That’s right; I know your name and where you come from, Y/L/N. Your parents and their friends caused quite a bit of trouble back then. Good to see the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Although you were scared that he was pointing the blaster to your head, you narrowed your eyes at him and were about to jump towards him, when suddenly a nearby Tie Fighter shot the bridge of the tower and caused you and Krennic to fall to the floor harshly and you hit the back of your head hard.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s Alec. Are you okay?” You groaned and rolled over on your stomach,

“Yeah, I’m here Alec. Where are you?”

“I’m the one asking the questions now, Y/N. Listen, I need to ask, a very important question. Do you trust me?” You frowned as you stood up, trying to gather your balance from the hard hit to your head,

“Of course I do Alec, why are you even-“

“No more questions. I need you to do me a solid favor and jump over the edge of the tower by the left side of the bridge. Not your left, my left so your right.” Your eyes widened and you looked around the tower in search of Alec. You trusted Alec with your life and you knew that he would never tell you to do anything risky unless he knew that it would keep you safe.

“O-okay Alec,” you responded and, with a heavy sigh and a shake of your head, took a few steps back.

“Y/N!” Cassian’s voice rang through your ears and although you knew it was insane, you ignored his protests and took off for a sprint and pushed off the edge of the tower. In the midst of jumping, you felt a sharp pain to your left side but ignored it as you saw a Tie Fighter with netting put on the side. You landed hard on the Tie fighter and gripped onto the netting as tight as you possibly could, putting your feet through the net as well. When you felt secure enough, you looked and saw Alec cheering and waving at you from the inside of the Tie Fighter and you placed your forehead against the ship.

“Y/N!” Cassian yelled into his com and watched with wide eyes as you jumped right over the edge. Everyone that was in the control room watching the events unfold gasped loudly as they too saw you jumping off the tower but soon began to cheer when they saw you cling onto the Tie Fighter. Cassian rubbed his face with both of his hands and placed his hands on his hips as he began to pace the floor, staring at the screen. Jyn and Bodhi both walked up to him,

“Cassian,” Jyn said in an excited tone, “I can’t believe she did that that was ama-“

“It was reckless and dangerous is what it was,” Cassian snapped at Jyn and she felt the corners of her mouth tug down, “What if the netting wasn’t secure, huh? What if-“

“Hey,” Bodhi said calmly and slowly placed a hand on Cassian’s shoulder, which he tensed at, “she’s okay. That’s all that matters right now.” Cassian looked up at Bodhi, who gave him a soft smile, and Cassian nodded slightly and walked back towards the screen.

“Cass? Are you there?” Your voice echoed and Cassian brought the com up and sighed,

“Yeah, I’m here, sweetheart.” You laughed and although the sound was music to Cassian’s ears, he was still infuriated with you putting your life in danger like that. As if you were reading his mind, you said,

“I’m sorry that I scared you like that, Cass. But you know that I wouldn’t have jumped if I knew for sure that Alec wasn’t going to be there.” Cassian ran a hand through his hair and was about to speak until another signal came in and Cassian listened as Alec cleared his voice,

“Yeah hey C-man. I’m sorry it had to go like that. But it was the only other way that I could make sure that I could get to Y/N as discreetly as I could. I promised you I would get her back to you, bud, and I am going to do that,” Cassian sighed deeply,

“I know, Alec. I was just worried. When you guys get back, I am going to have to have a talk with the both of you for being so reckless.” Yours and Alec’s laugh came through and Cassian couldn’t help but smile slightly and shake his head.

“Hey, it’s just like when we were kids again, huh Y-“ Alec was interrupted as the ship was hit by a blaster which came from an unknown source and began to slowly fall down towards the beach. Cassian watched in horror as he watched the two people he cared about the most fall to their most likely deaths. He could hear you and Alec yelling through the com and he gazed at the screen and could only watch as the ground came closer and closer until he watched you jumped off of the ship and then it was static. The entire room was quiet as they stared at the screen in horror and Jyn, Bodhi, K2, Baze, and Chirrut all stood beside a horrified Cassian. Cassian face became a ghostly color and he was still gripping onto the com, his knuckles turning white, when Bodhi reached for the com and pried it away from Cassian’s tight grip. He knew that the others were talking to him, asking him if he was okay, but he could not respond. Your face continued to race through his mind and he finally broke down as he realized the one person who made him truly happy might have been gone.

Your eyes shot open as you realized you were not dead. You tried to get up but felt a stinging pain hit the side of you and you went to place your hand to your side and came in contact with something that was cold and hard. You lifted your head up and glanced down slowly to your side and saw a metal piece was sticking out and you began to cry out. You heard static through your mic and you heard the faint voice of Tabian coming through,

“Y/N! Are you okay? I tried to keep the other Tie Fighters away but one got loose.” You coughed and threw your head back,

“I’m alive, Tabian, but you need to get out of here. The shields are open and you need to get back to Yavin 4, do you understand me?”

“What? No that’s crazy Y/N. I am not leav-“

“Go Tabian! You need to get out of here right now. I will be fine.” You heard Tabian yell in frustration and you closer your eyes as you waited for him to speak. It was quiet for a moment until,

“May the force be with-” You felt the tears sting your eyes and you said the same thing as you stared into the sky. You closed your eyes and thought about Cassian. Your poor Cassian. You didn’t get to tell him one last time that you loved him. You were glad that he was safe but you knew that he would take it hard once Tabian made it back and had to announce that he was forced to leave you behind. You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard the sound of metal screeching and you quickly opened your eyes to see Alec, his face covered with soot and his black hair pointing in every direction, hovering over you.

“Hey Y/N/N, don’t worry,” he went to pick you up and you cried in pain when he barely lifted you off of the ground and gently laid you back down, “I’m gonna get you out of here okay?”

“Don’t be stupid, A, you need to leave right now. I’ll only slow you down,” you groaned and Alec only raised his hand to stop you from talking.

“Hey, I don’t want to hear any of that bullshit okay? You know that we go everywhere together and I promised Cassian that I would bring you back and if I have to drag you by your hair than I am willing to do so.” Before you could say anything else, he picked you up bridal style, and you cried out in pain. Alec ran as fast as he could back towards the tower and you gave him a befuddled look and weakly asked,

“W-why are we going back to the tower, Alec?” He continued to look forward and began to breathe hard,

“Well I saw some people leaving with some ships. I’m betting there are cargos ships that are there that are taking groups of people to planets.” You felt your vision fading but tried to fight it and you groggily said,

“W-what about t-the Imperial officers?”

“I don’t think they are in the mood to question anyone right now. I am positive we will be fine, Y/N.” You nodded and let your head rest against Alec’s chest.

“Okay, well I think I am going to take a nap.”

“Shit, Y/N. Don’t do this to me right now. You need to stay awake.” You tried to fight it and were able to do so for a couple of minutes. You watched as Alec made his way towards a cargos ship and saw a group of people come towards you both and help Alec carry you onboard. People began fussing over your injury and you felt an even sharper pain against your side. You watched as the unfamiliar faces began to look blurry and the last thing you heard was the sound of Alec yelling your name.

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[southeastasianists]

In 1959, May Mayko Ebihara became the first American to write an anthropological dissertation on Cambodian village life. Published in two volumes nearly a decade later, Svay: A Khmer Village in Cambodia depicted a pre-modern agricultural idyll governed by family and religion, in which monks were seen as the “living embodiments and spiritual generators of Buddhism”.

However, rapid economic development has led to a dramatic restructuring of social relations within the Kingdom. Urbanisation is siphoning people away from rural life, modernity is slowly consuming tradition, and more and more Cambodians are turning their backs on the monkhood.

“Buddhism is not strong like before,” said Bunsin Chuon, a monk since 1996 who splits his time between the US and Wat Langka in Phnom Penh. “People have happier lives now because technology is so advanced, and fewer people want to become monks because to be a monk is not a happy life.”

Before the Khmer Rouge, pagodas served as the moral, educational and cultural hub of village life and thus enjoyed a prominent position within society. Writing in Cambodge: The Cultivation of a Nation, 1860 – 1945, the historian Penny Edwards describes how the monkhood, or sangha, “offered one of the few paths to power outside of birthright”, with completion of at least one Buddhist Lent in the monastery considered a male rite of passage. Boys would enter the monkhood as teenagers, learn about Buddhism and Khmer culture, then return to adult life.

Sinen Neang, a 29-year-old from rural Kampong Cham province, joined the sangha when he was 17 and spent ten years as a monk before using what he had learnt to pursue a career as a human rights worker. As the first-born male in his family, tradition demanded that he become a monk. But it was the allure of receiving a good education – something beyond reach for many of Cambodia’s rural poor – that convinced Neang to commit to monastic life. “If I didn’t ordain as a Buddhist monk, I had no chance to study at high school and university,” he said.

But the growth of non-religious schools and universities in Cambodia has seriously undermined the sangha’s social and cultural influence. “Before, if anyone wanted to learn literature or any skill, they could go to the temple – there was an incentive. But now they have a lot of choice; they don’t need to go to the temple,” said Chuon, before estimating that the number of monks at Wat Langka in Phnom Penh had fallen from 300 to 100 in five years.

What’s more, decades of robust economic growth have rewarded many Cambodians with such material and technological advancement that the prospect of joining the sangha has become even less appealing, according to Khy Sovanratana, a monk of 27 years and vice-rector at Cambodia’s Preah Sihanouk Raja Buddhist University. “There are more jobs outside the monastery. Young boys can have a family and enjoy life, which they see as more attractive than being quiet, circumspect and restrained,” he said.

Sengkak Ly, a 20-year-old student at the National University of Management, laughed when Southeast Asia Globe asked if he had ever considered joining the sangha. “I have no time to be a monk,” he said. “I have to study so that I can get a good job. I’m not really thinking about religion.”

The idea of pursuing an ascetic life was also inconceivable for Rin Savath, a 25-year-old finance student at Build Bright University. “I’ve never been a monk, and I never want to be one, because when you become a monk you lose all your freedom and are treated differently by society,” he said.

The sangha is also contending with a worryingly high level of criminal activity among its ranks.

In June 2016, Vong Chet, the head of a pagoda in Siem Reap’s Kralanh district, was found guilty of raping more than ten young novices and sentenced to 15 years in prison. The case was not an anomaly – two other monks were charged with raping underaged girls and two more were jailed for drug offences in the second half of 2015 alone.

Buddhist authorities have long brushed off such acts as individual transgressions, but this has failed to temper the public’s increasing disdain for monks, who are supposed to serve as exemplars of Buddhist behaviour.

Even those who do join the sangha often don’t stay long. As a result, few monks learn the scriptures to a level that enables them to effectively perform their principal role as broadcasters of the Buddha’s teachings, or dhamma. Sovanratana described the decline in the standards of monastic education as “a major setback to the progress of Buddhism and the standard of monastic life in the country”.

Concerns about modern monks’ limited understanding of dhamma and their lack of stringency in following the ten precepts, along with the perception that many monks take up the saffron robes purely to gain a free education and live off the generosity of others, appear to be gaining traction.

Echoing the sentiments of other Cambodians Southeast Asia Globe spoke to, Ren, a 26-year-old massage therapist from Phnom Penh, said monks no longer fulfilled their purpose as spiritual leaders. “The monks use monkhood as an occupation, but they don’t try to learn the scriptures. We believe in this religion and we look up to them, and if they don’t really know anything, then who do we look up to?”

Sovanratana said preceptors – monks who are qualified to teach other monks – needed to be more robust in checking the background of would-be monks in order to prevent “troublemakers” from joining the sangha. “Once the name is put forward, some preceptors just sign and perform their rituals. This has led to some problems,” he said. “The preceptors must perform background checks of candidates. Drug addicts are not easily changed. It’s not like you can possess such a man and become a morally behaved person immediately.”

With increasing numbers of Cambodians eschewing the monastic life in order to enjoy the fruits of capitalist expansion, and more still questioning the authority of the sangha, it would be easy to conclude that Buddhism’s influence is on the wane in Cambodia. But according to the Ministry of Cults and Religion, 95% of the population still identifies as Buddhist.

Philip Coggan, author of Spirit Worlds: Cambodia, the Buddha and the Naga, believes the decline of the sangha has not greatly impacted Buddhism in Cambodia because monks are simply seeking personal salvation and are “almost irrelevant to most major-life passages”. Coggan believes modernisation has had a far greater impact.

“A booming economy brings consumerism (‘shiny objects’) and so the ethical side of Buddhism (‘reject shiny objects’) takes a back seat to the ‘magical’ side, in which the spirit world is called on to channel ‘luck’, conceived in Buddhism as something real and malleable,” he told Southeast Asia Globe in an email. “Buddhism’s doing fine. People still turn out in huge crowds for Pchum Ben and [Khmer] New Year.”

But Chuon believes that those who only go to the pagoda on holy days are not following “real Buddhism”. “Many just go to the temple with their parents during Pchum Ben or Khmer New Year. They are not practising,” he said. “Going to the temple in order to dispel bad spirits when you have a bad dream or have bad luck – this is not Buddhism.”

Savath and Ly are prime examples of such Buddhists. Neither visit the pagoda outside holy days – unless down on their luck – and neither follow the five precepts of Buddhism, which are regarded by many monks, such as Chuon, as the religion’s only non-negotiable ‘rules’. However, neither Savath nor Ly believe these facts make them any less Buddhist, with Savath claiming “it’s not necessary to follow all the five precepts, as long as you don’t harm others” and Ly defending his beliefs by stating that he still “respects the Buddha”.

Scott Mitchell, who conducts research on Buddhist modernity at California’s Institute of Buddhist Studies, said the debate over what constitutes a ‘practising’ Buddhist would likely never be resolved.

“In general, most Buddhist cultures define a Buddhist (practising or not) as one who has taken refuge in the three jewels of Buddhism – the Buddha, the dhamma and the sangha – and/or holds the precepts to some extent,” he wrote in an email. “Having said that, I believe it’s up to a religious community to determine what it takes, so to speak, to be a practising member of that community.”

Whether Buddhism’s influence in Cambodia is weaker than it used to be largely depends on how one chooses to define Buddhism. History has shown such definitions to be fluid and, according to Mitchell, this is one of the religion’s greatest strengths. “Buddhist institutions and communities try to make the dhamma meaningful in whatever context they are located. The goal is not, necessarily, to change the societies in which Buddhism is located, but to direct individuals toward the dhamma,” he said.

The fact that Buddhism survived the Khmer Rouge regime demonstrates that it is nothing if not resilient, and Sovanratana believes it will continue to exert a strong influence on Cambodian society. “The Buddhist tradition in Cambodia is still very strong despite some bad happenings,” he said. “Some may turn their backs on it temporarily, but they will come back. Buddhism and Khmer culture are almost inseparable.”

[khyronwuzhere]

“His name is Sparky. He’s pretty friendly and is always excited to meet new people.” Khy watches as Sparky hops on to her knee and tries to lick her face.

Khyron steps outside with Sparky after locking his crib up behind him, making his way down the stairs and onto the sidewalk as they made their way to the dog park.

[fashionkillakhy-blog]

Khyree walks into the confession room, and takes a seat on the small couch. Flashes a big smile at the camera, and begins speaking. “Wassup World, It Ya Boy Khyree AKA Khy AKA Fashion Killa. Whatever you wanna call me, but anyway lets get down to the nitty gritty because I know yall tuned in to hear some spicy ish.” Making sudden hand movements as he speaks.

Leans his back against the couch and scoots his lower half down, making his body slouch, As he begins,” Mane, when I made it to Ocean Drive I didn’t expect to see or meet anybody that I knew, but I was very surprised when I got there. I saw my fine and crazy ass bestfriend Monica. Then I saw a very close friend of mine, Ambrosia. Seeing them made me feel more comfortable and at ease about being here.”

“ I guess the first night of Ocean Drive was cool. I met some of the people that would be living in the house with me. They were cool, but we all know this nice shit won’t last long. Once shit start happening that’s when you really start to see people’s true color. Then I met this sexy ass female, but I ain’t gone say no names though cause I don’t want yall all up in my business yet. All i can say is that she really got a nigga checking for her.”

“But anyway America, Thats all I got today.” He says as he humps his shoulder. “Check back in next time, and I’ll have more to tell.” Khy stands up from the couch , and bends down in front of the camera throwing up the deuces. “PEACE OUT!”

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