#kusat

[eveningkeralanews]

കുസാറ്റ് ദുരന്തം: പ്രിന്‍സിപ്പലിനെയും അധ്യാപകരെയും പ്രതി ചേര്‍ത്തു; മനപ്പൂര്‍വമല്ലാത്ത നരഹത്യാ കുറ്റം ചുമത്തികുസാറ്റ് ദുരന്തം: പ്രിന്‍സിപ്പലിനെയും അധ്യാപകരെയും പ്രതി ചേര്‍ത്തു; മനപ്പൂര്‍വമല്ലാത്ത നരഹത്യാ കുറ്റം ചുമത്തി

കൊച്ചി: കുസാറ്റ് ദുരന്തത്തില്‍ പ്രിന്‍സിപ്പലിനെയും അധ്യാപകരെയും പൊലീസ് പ്രതി ചേര്‍ത്തു. സ്‌കൂള്‍ ഓഫ് എഞ്ചിനീയറിങ് പ്രിന്‍സിപ്പലായിരുന്ന ഡോ. ദീപക് കുമാര്‍ സാഹു, ടെക് ഫെസ്റ്റിന്റെ ചുമതലക്കാരായ രണ്ട് അധ്യാപകര്‍ എന്നിവരെയാണ് പ്രതിയാക്കിയത്. മനപ്പൂര്‍വമല്ലാത്ത നരഹത്യാ വകുപ്പാണ് ഇവര്‍ക്കെതിരെ ചുമത്തിയിട്ടുള്ളത്. 2023 നവംബര്‍ 25 നായിരുന്നു ദുരന്തം. ടെക് ഫെസ്റ്റിനിടെയുണ്ടായ തിക്കിലും തിരക്കിലും പെട്ട്…

[zwritestuff]

In the Dark.

Neva is a clanless bastard witch that was sold to the Kusat, an ancient vampyr clan, to solve a debt when she was a baby. After a series of strange events, Neva decides to research her past behind the Kusati's back. The search for her identity takes a dangerous turn when she discovers the Kusati have a skeleton or two hidden in the closet.

read chapter 1 on ao3.

[vashtijoy]

(And then of course later on he gets super upset HOW DARE U THIS ATCHAN)

(SO-CALLED ATCHAN)

[solrika]

Some writing as I attempt to get into a bit of Vampire Kallus’ backstory. This is set on Yavin IV.

~

“Kusat! Is that really you?”

They drew up short as a tiny Bothan cub sprinted across the hangar. Without waiting for an answer, it threw itself at Kallus, wrapping its arms around his legs--the furthest up it could reach. Ignoring the way he stiffened, it happily chattered, “It is! Oh, Kusat, Buun will be so happy to see you--”

“I think you must have made a mistake,” Kallus said slowly, glancing from Zeb to the cub. “I don’t know you.”

The cub frowned up at him. “Yes you do! I’m Jardi!” 

“I’m sorry, Jardi, I’ve never met you before.” Kallus flicked his eyes around the hangar. “Where are your caretakers?”

“Unloading. It’s so boring,” Jardi huffed, rolling its eyes and flattening back its ears. “But you have met me,” it pressed, “I was in the pouch, before, but you always said hello.”

It was Zeb who spotted the adult Bothan anxiously scanning the room, and waved them over, calling, “Lose a cub?”

“Jardi, you can’t just run off like that,” the adult scolded, once they were within speaking range. “I’m so sorry--”

“It’s fine,” Kallus replied, very carefully attempting to unwrap the cub from around his legs.

The adult pulled up short, neck ruff puffing up in surprise. “Kusat?” Cub momentarily forgotten, they stepped closer, nose twitching as they scented the air. “Is that really you?”

Leaning over to put himself at least a little in front of Kallus, Zeb put on his best apologetic smile. “Think you have the wrong person.”

“You smell different,” the Bothan murmured, almost to themself, and then louder, “Kusat, what happened, you just sent the message to scatter and disappeared--we were all so worried--”

Four little muscles jumped in Kallus’ jaw, the barest flicker of black at the edge of his eyes. “I don’t--”

“We thought you’d been captured,” the Bothan continued, reaching out as if to touch--Kallus flinched, shoulders going rigid. “We thought the Empire had gotten you--”

Those four little muscles twitched again. Swallowing hard, Kallus forced out, “Excuse me. I’m needed--elsewhere--” His hands were gentle as he dislodged Jardi from around his legs, but once the cub was free, he bolted.

Zeb watched his retreating back, and then looked down at the Bothans, forcing himself to keep his hackles low. It wasn’t their fault that they’d set off--whatever that was. “He’s got a busy schedule. Intelligence runs their agents ragged.” Nodding towards the hangar director, he added, “That Twi’lek can take care of your questions--I gotta head to my own shift.”

The adult frowned up at him, ears flicking back in concern. “Kusat. You know him?”

Knowing was one way to put whatever Kallus and Zeb were to each other. But it wasn’t anyone’s business, so he just nodded.

“Could you tell him we’d like to talk later? The whole crew was worried about him.”

Gently, Zeb said, “I don’t think he is who you think he is.”

Picking up their cub, the Bothan said firmly, “He may smell different, but not that different. That’s our Kusat.”

And, well, as another species that used scent to identify each other, that was hard for Zeb to argue against. Even if Kallus’ top notes changed with whoever he’d eaten recently, the base notes stayed the same, unique to his person. Slowly, Zeb said, “I’ll talk to him. Can’t promise he’ll come see you, but--I’ll talk to him.”

“Thank you,” the Bothan replied, smiling up at Zeb. Hitching Jardi higher on their hip, they added, “I gotta get this one settled. What’s your name?”

“Zeb. Garazeb. I’m with the Spectres.”

“Garazeb,” the Bothan repeated. “I’m Haarin. Kusat knew me as Tsvetok. And you’ve met Jardi.” The cub giggled, and its parent rolled their eyes. “Despite my best efforts. You really can’t run off like that, sweetling.” Giving Zeb a wave, they turned away, continuing to gently scold their misbehaving cub as they went.

Conversation over, Zeb trotted out of the hangar, chasing Kallus’ scent. To his relief, it led not into the deeper maze of the temple, but straight back to their room on the Ghost. Steeling himself, he knocked on the door, calling quietly, “Can I come in?”

A beat of silence, and then, low, “Fine.”

It wasn’t exactly a ringing welcome, so Zeb entered slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the dark. The bed was empty. Carefully, he crossed the room, easing the closet door open. “You in here, Kal?”

“Mnh,” came the noncommittal answer, hidden somewhere behind their clothes.

There was no eyeshine to give Kallus away. Fangs were out, then. Whatever was going on, it had really rattled him.

Taking care not to block the closet’s door, Zeb settled himself on the floor. “You wanna talk?” he offered.

A beat of silence. If Zeb concentrated, he could just about hear Kallus’ breathing, quick and shallow.

When Kallus spoke, his voice was flat. Dead. “Tsvetok was always bringing Jardi where they shouldn’t.”

Zeb waited. When no more came, he prompted, “So you do know them?”

“I--” A low, pained sound. “I think I did.”

Zeb frowned. “You think?”

“Tsvetok was worried the Empire got me.” The noise of Kallus’ hands running through his hair. “They said--” Another soft, pained noise.

Frowning, Zeb said, “You okay in there?”

“Headache,” Kallus replied.

“You don’t make noises for headaches,” Zeb said, concerned.

Kallus’ laugh had no humor in it. “Pretty sure I made noises for this one.”

“Kal--”

“It must have been Ped,” Kallus continued, voice rasping. That noise of hands-in-hair. “If I had turned traitor, he must have--they would’ve--fuck. How could he--” His laugh made Zeb’s ears pin back. Too wild. Too high. “What am I saying, he probably called it a favor!”

“Okay, now you’re worrying me,” Zeb muttered. He wouldn’t go into the closet--that was a recipe for a panicked ISB agent taking a chunk out of his hide--but he did reach in, offering a hand. “Kal. What’s going on?”

Kallus grabbed on, grip hard enough to bruise. “Tsvetok was worried the Empire got me. It did.” Another one of those horrible laughs. “Seven hells. Wasn’t enough they experimented on me once, was it?” The laugh hitched, unbearably close to a sob. “Fucking--fucking Ped--always talking about reconditioning--”

Zeb rubbed his thumb over Kallus’ fingers, chest tight. “You think they messed with your head?”

“Yeah.” A shaky breath. “Yeah. I do.”

[coretan-kata]

AMBIGU

Terkadang kita perlu jeda

Hanya untuk sekadar menanya pada semesta

"Kenapa?"

Meski beberapa ruang jawab tak selalu berkenan deratan tanya mengisi tiap-tiap sisi

Iya, karena pembuktianlah yang menunjukkan realitas

bukan hanya sekadar fiksi tanpa batas

Perihal taksa datang penuh paksa

Teka-teki rumit kembali melilit

Seisi kepala mencari celah lari

"Aku ingin temu jawab tanpa dusta", pekiknya.

Sedang, kusat-mesat tak kunjung rapi

"Lantas apa yang ingin kau cari kembali, puan?", tanyanya.

Inginku,

Segala dusta lekas pada jujur

Segala sakit lekas pada sembuh

Segala kecewa lekas pada lapang

Segala enigma lekas pada tuntas

Segala jarak lekas pada dekat

"Sampai kapan kau akan menyelisik luasnya hamparan tanya tanpa kunjung temu jawab, puan?"

Sampai habis titik perjuangan.

[ozanerkanofficial-blog]

Dün gecenin renkli seslerine monochrome bir bakış... @kuzguncuksanat #ozanerkan #ozanerkanofficial #ozanerkanakustik #akustik #sahne #kusat #kuzguncuksanattiyatrosu

[tiyatrogulgec-blog]

2 yıl önce bir demo çekimi için Turunç Burhan Şeşen ile sanat üzerine söyleşi yapmıştı Kuzguncuk Sanat Tiyatrosunda... videoyu da yakında paylaşacağız :) Teşekkür ederiz Gizem Duman ve Burhan Şeşen bu güzel an için... #kusat #tiyatrogülgeç #Turunç #söyleşi #ropörtaj #sanat #çocuklariçin (Kuzguncuk Sanat Tiyatrosu)

[boueibu-valentines]

Creator: @my-yuujin Recipient: @chuuugs Characters/Pairings: Atsushi/En Comment: I do not usually write fanfic even in my native language, so this may be an embarrassing gift to give🙈 Please forgive any grammar/spellings mistakes and weird sentences you may found in this very short story.

———-

“Wow! It looks delicious, Atsushi-senpai!!” exclaimed Yumoto, sparkling eyes staring blithely at the inside of the lunch box Atsushi showed them. The youngest boy of the bunch cocked his head, deeply breathing in the delicious smell.

“Hey, now! You will drop your drool all over the brownies!” Atsushi drifted away the box from Yumoto’s hungry nose.  “Aren’t we going to eat this with everyone in the club?”

“I guess it’s for Valentine’s Day, is it, Senpai?” Io asked politely. The pale green haired boy unusually tucked away his smartphone, which screen was always full of complicated graphics regarding his activity of trading stocks. “I heard that heart-shaped pink brownies are being popular these days.”

“Yeah…, my sister told me that too,” Atsushi admitted as he arranged the brownies onto the plate. “I’m not really used to baking. She pretty much helped me with this, so I can say I’m quite confident on its taste.”

“Hm! You’re right!” Taking a bite of a piece, Ryuu agreed. “It tastes as good as the ones I received from my girls!”

“I love how it has both strawberry and chocolate flavors at the same time!” Yumoto pointed out. He gobbled up the brownie piece in one bite, and soon craved for another one. “Even though I’m still wondering if someday I can have An-chan’s riceball-flavored chocolate for Valentine.”

“That’s some absurd chocolate you’re fancying, Yumoto,” commented Ryuu with a sweatdrop.

“But still…,��� Io talked after he’s done eating one piece. “It’s really a shame that Yufuin-senpai can’t try your chocolate, Kinugawa-senpai.”

“Now that you mention it, Yufuin-senpai is absent today because of cold, isn’t he?” supported Ryuu. “Though it’s sort of rare for him to suddenly get sick like that.”

Atsushi didn’t deny that.

“For someone who’s neither energetic, nor taking care of himself properly, En-chan had always been pretty healthy. That makes him being in bad condition kind of worrying….”

“So you’re planning to give him a visit after school?” reckoned Io.

Atsushi nodded. “I have to give him today’s lesson notes, too. Though…I doubt he’ll read them at all….”

“Rather than the notes, I bet Yufuin-senpai will be happier if you bring him your chocolate!” convinced Ryuu.

“You’re right,” Io complied. “It tastes this good, after all.”

“What is it? Visiting En-chan-senpai?” Yumoto suddenly butted in. “Count me in!”

Ryuu and Io jolted at Yumoto’s idea.

“No…, Yumoto! You don’t understand…! The point is…,” Ryuu struggled to explain, that he and Io wanted both of their senpai to be alone.

“That reminds me, Yumoto. Don’t you have to help Goura-san cleaning your family’s bath house today?” Io cut in

“Ugh…that’s right…. I completely forgot…!” Yumoto sighed in disappointment.

Atsushi smiled and patted the youngest boy’s head.

“Don’t worry, Yumoto. I’ll give En-chan your regards,” Atsushi turned to Io and Ryuu. “How about you two? Do you want to go visiting En-chan too?”

“Uh…we are…,” Ryuu was glancing around, looking for good excuse to refuse.

Io put up his right hand. “I’m sorry, Kinugawa-senpai. I have to spend my evening to arrange my investment strategy and some other stuffs.”

“M-me too!” followed Ryuu. “I have promised my new girlfriend to try some new cafe after school. So….”

“Well, that can’t be helped, then,” Atsushi smiled understandingly. “I guess I’ll go alone.”

“It’s fine, Senpai. Yufuin-senpai must need a good rest,” Io gave another good point. “The less people go, the better.”

.

.

.

Catching cold was always annoying. Especially when you didn’t usually catch one. Headache, sore throat, stuffy nose…. And worst of them, everything would taste terrible.

En buried his face in his pillow, rolling from side to another side of his bed, trying to find comfortable position to sleep. Exhausted, he finally settled by curling his body under blanket, sleeping without any pillow comforting his dizzy head.

En found himself waking up when the sun was almost setting. That meant he had almost slept for almost three hours. His pajamas drenched in sweat, and he felt terribly thristy. Reaching for a nightstand, he clucked tounge as he found the bottles on it were all empty.

In the end I’ll have to walk to get some water… En rose to sit, sighing lazily. How troublesome….

“Hm?”

En’s eyes rounded for realizing something wet fell from his forehead to his lap.

A towel?

He didn’t remember having that being put on his forehead before he fell asleep.

“Ah, En-chan! You’re already up?”

A familiar voice came from the door’s direction. Someone still wearing school uniform, was bringing in a tray with two steamy bowls on it.

“Atsushi?”

“Yeah…, I was asked by teacher to give you today’s note,” Atsushi put the tray on a round low table near En’s bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Not so good,” Eh shrugged. “And I’m hungry.”

“I know,” Atsushi helplessly chuckled.  “Just by looking your miserable figure sleeping on the bed, I knew you hadn’t eaten anything today.”

“Too troublesome to cook and eat,” answered En, which didn’t surprise Atsushi at all. Even when he’s fit, he wouldn’t move too much. Let alone when he’s sick.

“Well, I made you some chicken soup,” Atsushi turned to the tray he had brought in. “Eat up and don’t forget to have your medicine.”

En stared at the dish. Warm rice and simple soup consisting shredded chicken, sliced carrots, green onions, and bok choy. The broth smelled delicious. It was a shame that it wasn’t apparent to En because of his stuffy nose. But since it was Atsushi, En still could bet that it must taste good.

While En was eating, Atsushi remembered that he also brought En some melon.

“I’ll cut it for you,” said Atsushi. “Or do you prefer it to be juiced?”

En sticked up his thumb with his free hand. “I’d have the melon juice.”

So Atsushi walked out and left En alone in his room.  En could hear Atsushi‘s busyness in the kitchen as he cut and blended the melon. It sounded to take some time.

While inhaling the soup, En realized that Atsushi left his bag open in En’s room. At first, En didn’t really mind it, until he noticed a suspicious transparent little package containing some pieces of pink and brown.

En left his food to check on the package, and found out that the pink and brown things were actually some chocolate candies.

Right…, today is valentine, isn’t it? En pondered. Then, this must be for me, I guess….

En had enough reasons to believe that. The candies’ package was too plain to be a special gift from a girl. Even if it was just for obligatory chocolate. Besides, that wouldn’t likely to be one, since their school was all-boys.

En heard Atsushi ‘s sandals rubbed against the floor, heading towards his room. The blond quickly returned the chocolate to its place and fixed his position back to holding his chopsticks and rice bowl.

Well, it’s no good to take someone’s belonging from their bag, even if it’s actually a gift for you. I’ll pretend not to know and let Atsushi himself to give that to me.

Atsushi came with a glass on his hand.

“Here, the melon juice you wanted, En-chan,” he said, setting it on the table.

“Thanks.”

Atsushi approached his bag and put it on his shoulder. Good thing that he didn’t realize that En had zipped closed the bag he’d left open after getting En’s notes out.

“You wanna go already?” En held back his surprised tone.

Atsushi nodded. “I have to change my clothes and take bath after all. Don’t worry. I will be back here soon…, if you think you’ll still need me. But I guess your parents will be home tonight, won’t they?”

En didn’t answered. Instead, he quietly asked, “Say, Atsushi…did you get or give something for Valentine today?”

Atsushi blinked. That’s sure not something that En would usually ask. 

“No, I didn’t receive anything,” Atsushi replied honestly. “What’s the matter with that?”

En put his still half-filled bowl down, followed by his chopsticks. The next moment, the blond crawled back to his bed.

“Hey, what’s wrong, En-chan? Why didn’t you finish your meal?”

“I’ll soon finish it when I get my appetite back,” En’s voice was heard from under the blanket he’s engulfing himself with.

“And you’re still not taking your medicine either…!”

“I’ll take it after dinner.”

“En-chan…!”

“My parent will be home early,” En said flatly. “You don’t have to accompany me tonight. I’ll be fine by myself.”

Atsushi, of course, with En being like that, didn’t just buy what his best friend told him.

“Are you alright, En-chan? Did the soup taste bad? I can make the new one for you, while it’s still not too late to buy groceries…”

“No, the soup was fine,” En replied quickly. “I just wanted to be alone.”

“You’re acting weird, En-chan! Is it because of some monster again…” Atsushi walked closer and yanked the blanket off En’s head.  The eyes behind those glasses widened as they found tears on the corner of En’s cerulean eyes.

“En…cha—“

“Geez, just leave me alone, would you?!” En snatched his blanket from Atsushi, and covered his whole body with it.

Atsushi stared silently at the bulge under the blanket.

“Are you mad about something, En-chan?”

No answer.

“I won’t leave until you tell me what is wrong,” Atsushi stated as he took a seat on the bed’s edge.

Still no answer.

“Did I do something that makes you angry?”

The bulge of the blanket didn’t even move—

“Actually…, about chocolate, I did make some brownies for Valentine’s Day.”

—until Atsushi said that.

“I brought some to school, but Yumoto and the others ended up eating them all….”

The lock on En’s lips got loose.

“But I found a package of chocolate in your bag.”

“Eh, really?”

Atsushi immediately checked inside his bag. He jolted in surprise when he found exactly like En had said.

“This is…?”

“Is it for Kusat—“

“It’s the chocolate candies my sister made herself yesterday!” Atsushi exclaimed. “She made these using the leftover chocolate we got after making the brownies. She told me it’s obligatory chocolate for her friends. So why was it inside my bag?”

En quietly peeked, “Your sister?”

“Was my sister trying to prank me?” Atsushi mused in suspicion. Even though his sister did give him obligatory chocolate every year, she always gave the chocolate directly without warping it.

This year, Kinugawa siblings had made their chocolate together. Naturally, Atsushi himself had eaten some of the chocolate, and regarded it as his yearly obligatory gift. He’d never expected to get another one from his sister.

“Atsushi,“ En came out from his hiding, cracking Atsushi’s musing. “Stay here.”

Atsushi blinked at the sudden change in En’s behavior. “Didn’t you tell me to leave some minutes ago?”

“I was wrong. Sorry,” En’s reply was quick. He’s now sitting on his bed, lowering his head toward Atsushi in apology.

Atsushi rounded his mouth, before trying to guess, “Don’t tell me…, you was restless because of the chocolate candies you found in my bag?”

En pouted a little, and shifted his gaze. “No, i just thought that you were lying to me about not getting any chocolate. That’s all.”

Atsushi smiled to hide his chuckles. “Well, I’d be glad to stay. But you do understand that I need to change clothes and take a bath, right? I’ll be back here after I’m done with―”

“Take your bath here.”

“Eh?”

“What? You have once had bath in my house when we were in middle school, right? Our bathroom doesn’t change that much, to the point you can’t use it anymore.”

Atsushi waved his hand in denial, “No, no, that not the problem. I still need to change clothes and―”

“You can wear mine.”

“But, En-chan…! Your parents will be home soo―”

“Ah. I was lying about that. They won’t be home until tomorrow. Sorry.”

“What?” Atsushi raised his voice a bit. “You’re worried about me lying to you, but you too were lying to me?”

“Like I said, I’m sorry….”

Atsushi sighed, “You’re so helpless En-chan…. If anything, isn’t that you who need to take a bath and change clothes right now? Your pajama’s drenched with sweat.”

“Then we can take bath together,” En rose from his bed and shrugged off his pajamas. The next moment, the blond lifted Atsushi from the bed’s edge onto his shoulder.

“Wait! En-chan! I thought you’re sick?!” Atsushi struggled. Where did he get so much strength to lift me around?

“It’s because you’re too light!” shot En, as if he could read Atsushi’s mind.

“Wait, if we take bath together, you’ll end up passing your cold to me!” Atsushi still tried to convince En.

“Then we will have cold together.”

“En-chaaan!!!”

“You’re the worst, En-chan. If I really end up getting cold because of this―”

“Are you gonna sue me?” En replied as he rubbed his nose against Atsushi’s naked nape.  “I can sue you for not providing me some Valentine’s chocolate too, you know.”

The shorter boy who wasn’t wearing his glasses now, sighed, as he was tracing his hands against En’s wet arms enveloping him from behind.

“That’s not my fault. I actually planned to go home, to fetch the leftover brownies I have in my fridge and give them to you. But since you forced me to stay here….“

“Well…,” En moved his chin onto Atsushi right shoulder. “To be honest, it’ll be pointless if my chocolate is just the same as the ones for Yumoto and the others.”

Atsushi chuckled as he felt En’s lips marking a kiss on him. “So… En-chan want to get a serious chocolate from me, huh?”

The kiss changed into a light lick, as En whispered deeply.

“You are my serious chocolate, Atsushi.”

[eldritchtouched]

Kusat

I’m thinking of them as an alien species which lives in rocky mountains near water. Their beaks are good for snapping up aquatic species (them eating ‘fish’ would be a misnomer, since fish has a specific Earth-based definition). Some people eat their flesh, others use them like pack animals. They wouldn’t be considered sapient, since they lack a cognitive concept of ‘self.’

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21 Ekim Cumartesi saat 21:00’de Kuzguncuk Sanat Tiyatrosu sahnesinde akustik duo olarak şarkılarımı ve düzenlemelerimi seslendireceğiz. Hoş gelir, sefa getirirsiniz. #ozanerkan #ozanerkanofficial #ozanerkanakustik #akustik #kusat #kuzguncuksanattiyatrosu #pop #caz #folk #etnik #dustebiryol #guitar #vocal #türkçe #müzik #cumartesi (Kuzguncuk Sanat Tiyatrosu)

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Küşat Hakkının Kullanımı ve 241. Ceza İşlemi Hakkında

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LAND FOR SALE KALAMASERY

LAND FOR SALE KALAMASERY

Located near kusat.7 cent land tar road frontage,only 800 mtrs from kusat.10 lakhs/cent.for more details please contact me Rejeev 99 61 93 81 31. See profile for more properties.