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[fictional-magic]

do i know you? (pt. 1)

desi!james potter x oc!female!reader

a/n: I'm gonna make an oc with the name "samaira"(sa-maai-ra), she's indian, bengali and a childhood friend of James. she's been his family friend and her parents are friends with his.If anyone wants to use her, please tag me. tw: mentions of abuse (not to fmc), attempted suicide, angst, angst, angst, oc is a muggle (set after they have graduated)

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"don't talk to me."

this. this is the first sentence you say to the guy you've been thinking about for the past 5 years. the one who stopped you from killing yourself, running away and doing things he knew/you should have known you would regret. all his cries were of no use anymore. you needed him to understand you when you were 5, and this perfectly carved cold demeanor of yours could not, under any chances, crumble beneath a boy man who didn't even bother to tell you he's going to, or running off to london. right now, he's chasing you, trying to hold you, and say all the things he was supposed to centuries ago as you angrily storm, and storm isn't even the right word. there isn't a word in the entire oxford dictionary to explain how distraught and broken you feel. you're fuming, raging, burning inside, walking stomping back to your house because you don't want to meet, see, interact, talk, know him ever again. the beautiful, hidden core of yours dies, and rebirths slowly when you turn around to look at the only reason you're physically alive and wholly dead right now.

the person that stands infront of you now is a man. you met a boy, a lively, full of happiness, sunshine in his pockets kind of little guy who you's meet every day in this small garden your mamai and his amma planted pretty tulips in. the boy used to spend his vacations, days, hours with you, up in your room, as you complained about your baba beating up your sweet, plain mother. the boy who used to listen, tell you it's not your fault, that you both could run away together. and that's so not your problem. your problem, dilemma, call it whatever you want, is he grew up into a beautiful man, who you don't know now. and every inch of your body lights up like atrickling flame down your skin when you think of how desperately you want to know everything about him. you feel it in your face, the utter shame of wanting to know someone who never (if he did, he wouldn't do this) cared about you. and still, you look behind. same curly hair. same chocolate, glistening-in-the-sun, kind of eyes. same freckled nose, same brown, shining skin, and the same pink, thin lips that used to laugh at your failed attempt of helpless jokes. but nothing's the same anymore. he's sad, you're mad, and every single little, huge "shikayat" (complaint) crumbles down onto him with your screams and tears and that physically hurt him. "itne jaldi kyun bhul gaya mujhe tu? main tujhe itna bulati gayi, aur tu aise bina bole bhaag gaya. (why did you forget me so quickly? i kept calling out to you, and ran away without telling me like this.)

tut gayi thi main sale. bikhar ke tukde ho gaye the mere. mamai died, asshole! she died! and you didn't even come to her tehrvi, or barsi or anything! you... " (i was broken you fucker. i was shattered ino pieces. mum died, you asshole! and you didn't even come to her thirteenth day{a ritual in india}, or her yearly death anniversary or anything. you...)

you gulp past the huge lump in your throat, and try again as your tears stain your skin. "you cheater! liar! chale jana tha toh kyun mujhe aise sapne dikha raha tha? i hate you! (if you had to leave, why did you show me all these dreams?)

"i hate you james. you made me this way. tujhe jo pasand tha, ab nafrat karne lagi hun us se. ful acche nahi lagte, baarish acchi nahi lagti, apne muh pe sahi se kajal nahi lagta kyunki tu lagata tha aur.. aur"

(i hate you james. you made me this way. i hate whatever you used to like. i don't like flowers anymore, i don't like the rain anymore, i can't put kohl on my eyes because you did it for me, and, and...) the words, the screams, rather die in your throat as he holds onto you, clutches onto the very last ounce of energy you have left in you as you screamed your entire world to him, and keeps whispering this foul, nonsensical word, "sorry myra. i'm so sorry"

[mythriteshah]

A Fashion Tycoon's Missive

A clear sky welcomes the arrival of dawn as the sun rises upon the greater region of Garlemald. The blustery arctic winds of northern Ilsabard are reduced to a mere zephyr, and its surviving denizens prepare to face what challenges may await them.

Within the fringes of Camp Broken Glass, three individuals stood vigil: each garbed in attire suited for the cold, but all bearing the symbol of a mythril blue shield flanked by angelic wings. This was the insignia of the Diamond Sultan's personal retinue of combat-ready maidservants - Lord Thiji's Angels.

Himmeya Twelvefist, Kaori Hanabira, and Swoztu Wuotwyrstwyn stood guard as they laid eyes upon a black-robed figure approaching from the Eblan Rime. The sound of beating wings soon followed, and they would turn their gazes upward to behold a curvaceous Duskwight female, gowned in the likeness of the Creator, trailed by a host of tiny magitek bits. Once within several yalms, the woman touched down upon the frosted earth, striding stately towards the Angels.

"Good Morning, Angels," she began.

"Good Morning, Princess Telphie," the Angels answered. The Magitek Maestra chuckled and waved her hand dismissively.

"Be at ease. I bring grand tidings, which I will explain later. For now, it is time we were off home."

"So soon, Princess?" Himmeya interjected with an arched brow. "Is our tour here finally over, then?" The cloaked figure gave a bow to Telphie before turning toward the three.

"My Ladies, if I may - Mamai's Vigil will be arriving shortly to receive you, during which it will send you all to Radz-at-Han. Our Lord Sultan has deemed our duties here fulfilled," the hooded Au Ra stated.

"With the situation in Garlemald well taken care of, and the newly-established trade agreement with Radz-at-Han, it is safe to say that this nation is well on its way to obtaining autonomy once more," Telphie followed, "and with the Ilsabard Contingent close by, our involvement grows less founded. Though I had served this nation for a time, I am satisfied in the work we have done to help these people build back better. And lest we forget, Miss Youmei and House Kyria has lent us their support as well, granting us a formidable ally in the Near East. She will be joining us in Radz-at-Han as well, further strengthening our bond!"

Swoztu and Kaori heaved sighs of relief as Himmeya gave a triumphant yell, eager to return to her fellow Angels - or perhaps eager to try out the spicy Thavnairian fare.

"I won't miss the cold, but it's small wonder Lord Thiji enjoys it so much," Swoztu commented as they accompanied Telphie back towards camp.

"And what of our hooded friend?" Kaori asked. "Will she not be joining us?"

"I am humbled by your offer, Lady Kaori," the mysterious Au Ra said, her head lowered, "but I must return to my own matters. Unfortunately, that is all I can say for now, but know that you've allies in the shadows..."

Not wont to pry further, Kaori simply gave a shrug and waved farewell to the mysterious individual, and soon they would part with Garlemald at long last...

The following evening, the streets of Radz-at-Han were abuzz, from Alzadaal's Peace to the High Crucible. A joyous occasion had befallen the city, and a grand feast was being held at Mehryde's Meyhane. The place was filled to capacity as the citizenry and visitors alike reveled. At one of the corner tables, a team of Radiants were either splayed across the floor or struggling to remain upright as a trio of Lalafellin women laughed haughtily. This trio was none other than Sesena and her sisters, Sosona and Susuna.

"Goodness, dear sister, what's that put us on now?" spoke Sesena.

"Five! And we're barely getting started! Another round, if you please!" Susuna proudly declared. "And, er, some water for our Radiants!"

At the Guildship Hunt Board posted toward the entrance, Sarielle Emeraude - the Regalia's Chirurgeon - was inspecting the daily and weekly marks in preparation for a hunt. Meriri Meri approached and offered her a drink.

"Lassie Sarielle!" the Plainsfolk chimed. "Ye can worry about the huntin' later! It's a time for celebratin', after all!"

"I know, I know, Miss Meriri," the smaragdine Elezen replied. "I was only passing the time so as to assist where needed - and it appears Miss Sesena and them have already drunk the third team of Radiants under the table. If you'll excuse me."

"Och! They're a bunch o' lightweights anyway!" Meriri retorted, heading back towards her table.

Upon the stage where the traditional Thavnairian dance would be performed were Veeveena and Veeveera, performing their own rendition of the Kriegstanz, but with the power of wind infused in their chakrams. They gave quite the show, captivating the audience with their frenetic movements mixed with wild gesticulations which culminated in a small cyclone that filled the stage. And - just like something one would see out of a magic show - a silhouette emerged from the gust: a slender Viera sporting garb never-before-seen on Etheirys. Accented with a large golden Usekh, this off-the-shoulder dress was form-fitting, with lavender-violet hues, and trailing along the skirt's end were numerous tendril-like appendages which glowed a scintillating blue, and billowed lightly even in the calm winds which blew from the balcony. Her white-blue tresses and face were obscured by a veil of similar color, with numerous tendrils that each ended with a gilded gradient.

She took one, two, three, four paces forward before flipping the veil with just enough force so as to reveal herself: the Regalia's Prime Model, Isja "Coldgaze" Kaltablik. Striding from behind her was another familiar face: the Diamond Sultan in his signature garb. Everyone gasped in awe as those who were privy to the Higuri Regalia's practices knew full well what this entailed.

"Th-That robe...! Mistress Isja...!" spoke a bystander.

"The Diamond Sultan, too...! Could this be...?!" gasped an Arkasodara.

As everyone deliberated in hushed whispers and gathered around the posing Veena, the "V" Twins (Veeveena & Veeveera) escorted their lord and master backstage, though they would be met with some light resistance as eager fashion fans clamored to speak with the merchant-lord himself.

"Just a moment, everyone. Our Lord Sultan will be with you shortly," Veera assured. Once they were out of sight, the two Dunesfolk maidens would greet him with a bow, to which he would give one in return.

"We are grateful that you went out of your way to do this... Prince Horu," Veeveena whispered. The Lalafell garbed in the shimmering icy sherwani was, in fact, not the Diamond Sultan, but his twin brother - whom bore striking similarities to Thiji, but the main distinction being the position of their multicolored orbs.

"It's the least I could do to help keep up appearances, Miss Veeveera," Horu replied with a smile. "This is a monumental occasion for all of Thavnair. The Satrap's sister is returned to us, and no doubt my brother has a lot of thoughts to put to paper as we are now poised to proceed with the next phase."

"If I may be so bold, Prince Horu," Veera interjected, "you truly did not have to do this. We Angels could've definitely held our own in your stead - especially with Princess Telphie among us."

"I understand, Miss Veeveera," Horu began, "but a venerable storm of events has befallen the Near East in recent moons, and needless to say that it has given House Higuri - among others - quite a stir. After seeing everyone being called to action, I was compelled to do so as well. I could not stand idle any longer whilst my brother dearest and our allies were hard at work to maintain stability at home and abroad. And now, on this night of nights, the people of Radz-at-Han will know that Thiji Higuri himself graced the celebratory feast, and gave the fashion faithful the long-awaited premonition of our coming clothing line."

"Spoken like a true leader, My Prince," Veeveera said with a grin. "Then let us not keep them waiting."

They would soon return to the festivities, and the revelry would move on well into the late bells of the night. Meanwhile, within the confines of his chambers was the actual Diamond Sultan, focused on fulfilling his new tradition of pre-release portents.

And, within the waking hours of the following morn, his newest letter would at last be disseminated to the public...

“Honorable friends, associates, and allies of the Regalia,

I  pray that this message finds you all well.  As for myself, it is with great pride that I voice my own tidings of good health. The continual stability of the realm and its regions is once again a testament to the strength and resolve of the countless protectors of Etheirys.

But, as always, this only affirms my statement that the realm continues to maintain its status quo of perennial incursions, supernatural uprisings, and all-around buffoonery.  The Power in Beauty Catalogue continues maintaining its absolute hold of the fashion scene with the release of the Hyogan Gallery, but it is in no small part due to you all who have made this a reality - from our chosen models, to our collaborators, to the spreading of the good fashion word.  It is absolutely astounding that we of the Regalia have provided a means of form and function for citizenry and adventurers alike.  And while I may shower you all with praise for bells on end, the true reason for this missive’s creation is of even greater magnitude than the previous.

Firstly, I have taken an apprentice under my wing. Some of you may know her, and others who do not will surely come to know of her in due time. She is Izayoi T. Keer, a seasoned courier whose eye and passion for haute couture have surpassed her peers. Seeking to better herself in the field of aesthetics, she - with the Sisters' blessing - took it upon herself to serve under me as my Mythrite (or Diamond) Apprentice. With this knowledge, you may all be pleased to know that the time will one day come where the Higuri Regalia will open its own guild or school to train other aspiring fashion designers. With the Sisters' blessing, they may acquire the skills and talent necessary to create their own label. Izayoi may be the first to study under me, but knowing how fate operates in this realm, she will definitely not be the last in search of aesthetic tutelage.

Secondly, it is with a heart once heavied by concern - now relieved of this burden - that I inform you all that - against all odds - our beloved Satrap - Lord Vrtra of the First Brood - has returned home with his sister, Lady Azdaja.

Though many are worthy of gratitude: to Ser Dione Averre (@lizardywizard) and all of White Wings - it has been a most grueling journey, and I know it was taxing for you and yours. I have long hung up my adventuring ways, but that does not stop me from fighting for the home my family and I have moiled to create. But I know that you all were at the forefront of the operation to liberate Lady Azdaja with the other brave souls who dared to brave the darkness of the Void. This mission was successful twofold: first, with the vanquishment of the Archfiends and the malign force which threatened to breach the sanctity of the Source, our peace has been assured as the Voidsent will now encroach in lesser frequency. Second, with Lady Azdaja's ensured survival, this means that half of the First Brood is alive and well alongside Lord Hraesvelgr and Lady Tiamat - though it cost Lord Vrtra one of his eyes to grant his sister a corporeal form.

This means a great deal to not only the Regalia and House Higuri, but to all children of Thavnair. I feel I speak for us all when I say that we owe much to Midgardsormr's progeny for founding and fostering such a unique culture that can now be fully shared with the rest of the realm. Without them, Radz-at-Han would more than likely never have existed. And when I heard the First Brood's cries ringing across the heavens... I shed a most genuine tear of joy knowing that another great wyrm perseveres (though "great" may be a subjective term for some). Not since the establishment of the Regalia's empire have I felt such joy, and now we can show Midgardsormr's daughter the beauty of the land her brother helped create. So, from the bottom of my heart, you have earned a Sultan's gratitude. To you, and the other champions who answered the call: the Higuri Regalia thanks you.

Moving on to less touching matters, the third and perhaps equally important of tidings: the announcement of the Regalia's upcoming line. To those whom recall: one of our previous editions was known as the Blessed Wardrobe, which was made in homage to the Light-infused beings of the First: the Lightwardens. As an antithesis to this - and as a sort of way of remembering all that has transpired - this next clothing line will be dedicated to those Dark-wreathed beings of the Thirteenth shard - the Void. But not just any rank-and-file Voidsent - we will be focusing primarily on the nobility within their hierarchy as established by Eorzean scholars, thus shortening the scope (because let's be real: creating outfits for every conceivable type of Voidsent would see me well past my prime). As a means of providing backstory and inspiration behind this, those who are unaware of Radz-at-Han's nascency should know that the city-state was actually founded atop a void fissure - the selfsame fissure which is now destroyed thanks to a certain Archfiend of Fire. And it is because of this knowledge I will be blending our designs through a unique fusion of Voidal and Near Eastern aesthetic - I believe a better term coined by adventurers is "Gothic". At the time of this letter's dissemination, my latest project is at forty percent completion, and I aim to bring it to light (pun not intended) by the commencement of the EBL's next season.

Lastly, and this may come off as a surprise to some as my business prides itself on generosity: in light of these auspicious events, I have taken the liberty of providing you all with a teaser of what to expect when this clothing line is brought to fruition. Enclosed within is a "sample" photo of one of the many outfits that will be showcased in this upcoming edition to the PiB Catalogue. As previously stated, expect its grand unveiling by the coming of spring - for all, and Etheirys at large, will be reminded why my empire’s credo is ‘Where There is  Power in Beauty.’”

Sincerely,

Thiji Sor Higuri, Diamond Sultan of the Higuri Regalia

[night-tears]

Azi am chef de ea.

Azi, cand ninge afara si imi aduc aminte de ea, si ce insemna asta pentru ea. Azi, cand tot ce imi doresc sa aud este acel: “Te gandesti ca la un moment dat o sa fim la casa noastra si o sa avem un semineu maree langa care sa stam cand ninge?”. Azi, nu m-ar deranja sa il aid pentru a mia oara. Azi, simt iar acea bucurie in suflet de parca as da fuga la ea in orice moment. Azi am chef sa fug la ea. Am chef de strada acea de langa blocul meu unde avea casa, unde ne jucam cu bulgarii de zapada. Azi vreau sa o vad, sa o strang in brate si sa ii spun ca mi-a fost dor. Azi, vreau sa ascult melodiile acelea rock care ma innebuneau mereu. Azi, am chef sa stau sa cu ea si sa o ascult cum imi poveste despre Harry Potter si de cum are un crush pe el. Azi am chef de barfa, de jocuri, de strans in brate, de amintiri, de problemele acelea la mate care nu aveau niciun sens. Azi am chef sa stau sa ii spun cat de dor de cum era. Totusi, azi nu este ziua perfecta sa imi aduc aminte de toate ceea ce s-a intamplat. Inainte sa nu apuc sa imi iau adio de la ea. Azi nu o mai vreau trista, cu lacrimile pe umarul meu. Azi, vreau sa ma sune si sa imi povesteasca despre inca o idee conspiratioanala tampita. Azi, vreau sa o vad razand, razand cu adevarat. Azi, vreau sa simt din nou vantul de pe deal batandu-ne in fata, in timp ce devoram un burger. Sa stea langa mine si sa ma intrebe cand am crescut asa. Azi vreau sa o astept sa ajunga in fata scolii cu o cutie de bomboane in mana. Azi as fi asteptat-o la iesirea din casa cu masina, ar fi facut misto de mine ca ma dau mare si mi-ar pune iar o melodie pe care o detest. Azi as da melodia aia mai tare si as canta-o cu ea. Azi as duce-o la ski, m-as ruga de ea sa aiba incredere in mine si s-a pune in fund incepand sa planga de frica. Am intra pe poarta ei ude leoarca, as privi-o cum scoate cheia de sib ghiveci si ar spune: “Siguranta si incredere”. Usa s-ar deschide si totul ar mirosi a mancarea ei preferata. Mama ei ar sta in bucatarie, ochii ei neincercanti si-ar lua copilul in brate cu un zambet enorm pe fata. Tatal ei s-a lua de noi ca racim si ar face o gluma porcoasa despre cum ne-am udat. Imi e dor de glumele alea. Am urca la sa in camera si mi-ar povesti din nou despre nu stiu ce carte, s-ar pune pe burta in pat si mi-ar rasfoi toate paginile incercand sa ma convinga sa o citesc. As incerca sa imi aprind o tigara si mi-ar scoate ochii despre cum nu este bine sa fumezi. Am veni la mine unde bunica mea ar ranji si ar intreba-o de vrun baiat de la facultate. S-ar inrosi si ar manca cu pofta din pufuleti. “Mamaie, sunt fata mare!” ar spune la final. Am iesi in oras, mana-n mana, si mi-ar povesti despre o intamplare din copilarie de care eu am uitat. Ar privi spre cer cu stralucire in ochi si ar zambi usor. Am fi din nou copii aia din liceu care radeau cand vedeau un tip dragut pe strada. Am iesi in curte si am vana stele cazatoare ca sa ne punem dorinte. “Data viitoare o sa imi doresc sa iau restanta!” ar spune. “Data viitoare o sa imi doresc sa iau bacul!” as raspunde eu. S-ar uita urat la mine si ar spune cu o voce de adult impersonat ca daca l-a luat ea, sigur am sa il iau si eu. Dar nu l-a luat, nu a avit rabdare sa fie azi aici langa toti cei care ii simt lipsa cumplit. Azi ma duc spre cimitir si imi pun pe buze acelas ruj usor mov. Asa o simt cu mine. Ii pun un trandafir alb pe marmura rece, si ii povestesc despre tipu asta nou din viata mea. Probabil m-ar sfatui sa nu il sperii si pe el asa cum am tentinda. Stiu bine ca intr-o zi, eu voi fi cea care va cobori din tren si ea va fi acolo cu un trandafir alb, intr-o zi dupa o viata lunga. I-am promis ca voi face tot ce ne propusesem vreodata sa facem impreuna. Vreau sa am multe sa ii povestesc atunci cand ii voi auzi din nou vocea. Doar ca ea va fi cea tanara, alba si nespus de frumoasa. Azi, stau cu poza cu cele doua copilite cu ochii deschisi ce radeau la piscina. Noi radeam, ochii ne radeau, toata poza pare ca rade. Azi am chef sa o iau in brate si sa nu ii mai dau drumul niciodata. Azi o vreau fericita. Azi, imi e dor de ea.

[dearserenesoul]

Among the best people i threw myself to zaman baru nak belajar berenang dalam lautan ilmu. Tenkiu, my seniors 😊🤍 (ya Allah comotnya guwe zaman kekecik dulu. Ingatkan dah habis melawa dah 😂) (from left: roni, abang rijal, kak hajar, half of kakzi 😂)

"Jangan ikutkan sangat liberalisme individu tu. Nanti mati nak shafaat nabi. Bukan John Locke."

Ouch! 😂

One of the things i miss most masa dekat uni zaman degree is the varieties of groups and how i was in my socialized era when i befriended different groups. Liberal cara liberal. Islamist cara islamist. Yang kitorang ni orang lain label something else pulak & who cares lol. Most of the time i just senyum in person or tak ambil port, but then akan rant & bitter dengan my closed circle je.

And then grad & i thought life would get more exciting & the world would get bigger. But then the pandemic came. And i started to get dull & anxious & isolated myself a lot & this & that happened. Even with master degree & part time job went on, i mostly only stayed indoor & it was a very small world & i couldn't really recall what i've been doing. On autopilot but didn't really fly pun masalahnya.

Tapi tu lah, sampai bila pun lah nak point finger kat pandemic yang dah lama berlalu tu. It's on me nak start balik my wasted years.

Orang kata, prefrontal cortex kita fully developed at 25. But mine masa 25 tu dia tetiba paused, dia sleep, dia mamai, not really conscious. Only started last year lah kot dia kena wake up call. Like, hello sis. Sedar tak ni your life tengah stagnant ni?

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Dalam kehidupan ini yang terindah

Melalui usia remajaaaa~~

Lalalalalaa~~

[ladyl]

De oamenii pe care îi iubim suntem legați print-un fir invizibil care nu se rupe nici când ne despart lumi distanță.

Fir de dor.

Croșetăm la el de 28 de ani, Mamaie.

#dor

[somethought2]

Conflict între generații

Ipotetic vorbind... Generațiile astea tinere, niște trântori ai societății lipsiți de respect și bun simț. Niște suflete fără viitor, incapabili de supraviețuire. Textul clasic în fiecare întâlnire de "oameni mari și educați". Hai să analizăm. Educația provine din cei 7 ani de acasă. Dacă aceștia ne lipsesc, care este cauza?Știu...Părinții nu ne-au educat cum trebuie! Dar părinții de unde au primit educație? Cerc vicios. Acțiune și reactiune. Frustrarea resimțită în atmosferă se evopară în plimbarea zilnică cu STB-ul (da, STB nu RATB) de la prima oră a dimineții. Înțeleg ca se merge la doctori, dar în fiecare zi? Pastilele se dau câte una pe zi mai nou? Calmantul cel mai eficient? Ceartă un tânăr pentru comportamentul lui impertinent! Cum să își permită să stea jos, să vorbească la telefon, să mănânce în autobuz sau doamne ferește, să respire lângă ei?! Eu zic să îi legați de o trăsură și să îi plimbați atârnați prin tot orașul pentru asemenea comportament! Noi știm doar să butonăm un telefon, dar când nu știți să descărcați aplicația de la LIDL, veniți la noi "să vă ajutam". Adaptare la prezent. Voi ați mers la școală, dar "î" a plecat din mijlocul cuvintelor odată cu Partidul Comunist Român. "Care" și "pe care" au devenit elemente de finețe în posesia cărora intră doar aristocrații. Voi la vremea voastră ați muncit pământurile, dar cine ne-a vândut țara străinilor? Să nu mai menționez faptul ca remunerația în urma muncii asidue pe care ați depus-o o viață întreaga, stă tot pe umerii nostrii. Du-te la muncă să poartă crește fondul CAS, stâlpul pensiilor românești.

Soluția la problema asta e simpla: "Dacă trăia tovarășul Ceaușescu....". Păi, mamaie, nu tot voi l-ați omorât? Noi, generația asta prăpădită, nu eram nici în plan pe vremea aia. Dar tind să cred ca Ceaușescu va dăinui pe veci în sufletul fiecărei român... în special cei trecuti de 40 ani! 🤭

-Sfârșit-

[dianapopescu]

25 martie: Ziua Internațională a Copilului Nenăscut

Ziua Internațională a Copilului Nenăscut este comemorată anual pe 25 martie. Copiilor nenăscuți li se neagă frecvent aceleași drepturi ca și celor născuți, întrucât valoarea lor percepută și dreptul lor la viață sunt legate de voință și dorințele mamai care poartă copilul în pântecul sau. https://www.diane.ro/2023/03/25-martie-zi-internationala-copil-nenascut.html

[secretsofthegods]

Dacia preisterică 4. Quo babis, Domine?

Dacia preisterică 4. Quo babis, Domine?

O STRADĂ DIN ULPIA TRAIANA SARMIZEGETUSA – ZI O bătrână face autostopul. Apare o căruță care oprește lângă ea. CĂRUȚAȘUL Mamaie, unde mergi? Ai pierdut dricul de 7 și bântui pe jos până la cimitir? BABA 1 Merg până la târg, maică, să văd care mai sunt prețurile. Că n-am bani decât să mă uit, la cât de mică îmi e pensia. Mă iei și pe mine câteva stații? Că sunt bolnavă cu toate… CĂRUȚAȘUL Hai,…

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[lareinecersei]

90% din chestiile de pe tiktok-ul romanesc sunt stupide, dar unde in alta parte am sa gasesc content de genul " POV: esti mamaie si o alta baba se da la preot" sau "presiunea sociala imensa pe care o simti atunci cand duci cel mai mare colac pentru pomana". Video-ul cu "fanficuri de pe wattpad scrise ca niste compuneri de clasa a 3-a" a fost un reset pentru standardele mele pentru comedie.

[jerichotrivantes]

Time is Priceless

"...Lately I've Been Hearing This Sound Everywhere I Go. Like A Tick, Tick, Tick."

- Jonathan Larson, (Tick, Tick, Boom! 2021)

It was October 31, 2004, Autumn, and Halloween. At exactly 10:11 AM, my life had officially begun. To my parents, it was a beautiful and momentous occasion, but for me? With the perspective I have now with life, my life, it felt like the beginning of a video game where my life could end at any second, the difference is, in a video game you get to restart.

I was born in Cebu, Philippines, at Chong Hua Hospital Mandaue. My mother’s name is Loewimer Jabilles Mandi, and my father’s name is Frederick Etang Mandi. I was born with bronchopneumonia, a form of pneumonia that affects both the alveoli in the lungs and the bronchi. This condition is the most common type of pneumonia in children and the leading cause of death from infection in children aged under 5 years of age, gladly, I’m alive. I’ve lived in Cebu for only 3 years, and that was when I was born, the next two years where my mama and papa would go abroad to migrate, and I was left in Cebu. Papa went to Dubai, UAE, while Mama went to Doha, Qatar. I was left with my beloved grandmother, who passed away back in May 2016, Mercedita Guanzon Jabilles. I call her Mamay Mercy, Mamay short for mama mixed with nay for the elders, and Mercy short for her name. She took care of me for as long as I knew her, she never took her eye off me.

After 3 years in Cebu, Mamay and I moved to Qatar when I was 4, so, you can’t blame me for not having that many memories of my hometown, yet, I long to go back to where I was born. I live and grew up in Doha, Qatar. After moving here with Mamay, Mama and Papa greeted us. Life didn’t start out too easy for me when we moved here. We were poor, yet, striving. After a year, Papa left and went back to Dubai to live there, away from us. Fortunately, the rest of my relatives followed along here, and the Jabilles family comforted us and made living here less scary.

At ages 5-7 I grew up being a hyperactive kid, especially at church, being clumsy, yet, sweet to mama and mamay when it came to gifts and thoughtful things. I went straight to Grade 1 and never graduated Preparatory, honestly, I don’t know why either. I went to Philippine International School Qatar, where I would spend my elementary to junior high school years.

At ages 7-10, I was a high-tempered kid, I would always get myself in trouble for fighting or making a mess at school. I was easily angered by teasing and I would tease back which would also get them to fight back at me. “Away-bata” is what people would call it. During these years as a child, I never fully wondered or questioned the adult situations, just the regular child questions like; where’s papa? Why is papa not with us? Why do my friends have so many toys and I only a few? Why can’t papa be here with us on a family day?

As a kid, we’re never allowed to be part of an adult or serious conversations, we’re just left to be clueless until we’re old enough to comprehend it, but, for me? I listen, I observe, I understand, well at least I try to understand because as a child, I was so confused and frustrated.

At age 10, a new blessing and responsibility came into my life, a new factor that contributed to who I am today; My little sister, Gillian Jabilles Mandi. When she was born, I felt like I had someone new to protect, and I had a reason to be a good role model. When I was 10, I was bullied a lot for my weight and my looks. Other kids said I wouldn’t get a girlfriend even if I tried. Coming home to my baby sister helped, but that didn’t stop my rebellious phase to begin.

At ages 11-12, puberty came, yes, blunt, I know, but it’s true. When this came, I started to make changes to my body and make myself look “better”. Because of the constant bullying, I refused to be bullied and became the bully. Until now, I’m still not proud of it. Months later, Mamay was taken to the hospital and later diagnosed with Cervical Cancer. A year later she died and we went back to the Philippines to drop her off and conduct a funeral. It’s funny, after years as a child away from my hometown, Mamay and I went to Qatar together, but I went back with her gone.

At age 13, I lived my life moody, complicated, frustrated, and rebellious. After Mamay died, it was just the three of us now; me, my sister, and mama. Mama took it hard, raising two kids without her mother, responsibility came on both of us after the grieving period. I spent my intermediate days in school depressed but gladly, I had friends.

At age 13, Grade 7, the first year of junior high school. Grief was over, the process of moving on was nearly done, my pre-teen years are nearly over, and my teenage years were upon me. I met incredible people, I had the most fun and my first ever heartbreak. I was over the bullying and my maturity began. I made amazing friends and a new family of my own. My confidence soared for some reason, and I just enjoyed my time.

At age 14, grade 8, the second year of junior high school. Where drama began, friends begin to fall apart, hard decisions were made, and my perspective of friendship shifted. In grade 8, I had too much drama with women and my friends, fights were happening, and I had to make heavy decisions. In grade 8, my spark for acting began due to the Florante at Laura play for our Filipino subject, I played Adolfo and had amazing feedback from the crowd.

At age 15, grade 9, the third year of junior high school. Where the last year of feeling like a teenager was and the little moments were taken for granted. Grade 9 to me, was my peak of teenage maturity and fun. It was where my longest relationship was, my proper confidence, my time of being accepted by the crowd and by my peers, myself. In December, I went to Europe on a vacation and entered the 2020 New Year there, it was the best. We went across countries. When I got back to Qatar, another event showed up, it was my Grandparents’ (father’s side) 50th wedding anniversary. I was invited, but mama didn’t come. So, after a week back home, I went to the Philippines for the first time in 4 years, the last visit was sad, but this? This was amazing.

It was my first time going to a place alone and riding a plane alone, I was nervous and afraid, but fortunately, I made it and I wasn’t lost. As I made it to the Philippines, my grandfather picked me up and greeted me with open arms. The last time I saw them was back in 2016 at Mamay’s funeral. When I made it to the house, I saw every relative there, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, and my grandma who I dearly love and hugged. Her embrace reminded me of Mamay and I was so glad to see her. My cousins were the best, when we met for the first time, we instantly connected and bonded right away, I was like their long-lost sibling. They made my visit worthwhile.

During my stay there, arguments were constant with my girlfriend, when I got back home we broke up. Just as I thought that my life was better now, my toxicity began. I betrayed a friend, broke, and abused myself, but one thing came out good, and that was the Willy Wonka Musical hosted by the school and directed by my favorite and beloved English teacher, Ms. Jean. I auditioned for it and got the part of Willy Wonka. I thought this would be a good start to becoming healthy, but it only made it worst, as I met someone to fool around with, who at first, I thought was good for me.

At age 15, 2020, the lockdown began. My mental health began to deteriorate, my teenage years began to fall apart, relationships come and go, my mom had lost her job, my friends were away from me, and I’m alone with my thoughts every night. During the lockdown, I began to gain weight, and anxiety and panic attacks were happening often. We had to move twice within 3 months, it was tiring knowing that my life was just a dump now. I felt used and abused by myself. My life was at its worst after a long time.

But, after a time of coping and grieving with a broken heart, I opened myself up to my friends and to music. I’ve always made songs before, but I never really showed them to the public. I began to write songs to release my emotions about situations that were happening. Soon, people noticed and started listening, right after all that, I started to get gigs, and views, music comforted me and made me better.

On October 31, 2020, I had just turned 16, my life felt better. With my friends and family around me, my life felt renewed and matured from the experiences that happened. Once I entered 2021, I’m someone new.

At age 16, 2021, I began to let go of my music career, because I only wrote and showed people for fun and pleasure. This didn’t bother me because I was a better version of myself, I have a wonderful and amazing girlfriend who I love dearly and who cares for me genuinely. Although in April 2021, Mama and I were infected with the COVID-19 virus, it was a tough and painful battle. Luckily, we survived but my lungs weren’t the same anymore. I’m asthmatic, so, COVID wrecked my lungs. But, as a music lover, I still manage to sing my heart out.

At age 17, 2021. My birthday was never the same as it used to be last 2020, I now feel different, I feel responsible, I don’t feel like a teenager, I feel like my life needs to have purpose and meaning, I feel like I’m rushed to make a difference, I feel the need to help my mom financially after losing her job many times, I don’t feel like a kid anymore, and I feel offended when people insist that I still am or treat me like one. They don’t feel what I feel, they didn’t see what I had to go through, and words cannot elaborate on my life within one single autobiography.

Now, I’m hoping to feel like a child once again. I’m wishing to have less stress in my life, I’m wishing to have fewer mental issues or burdens. I just want to live my life without a ticking sound at the back of my head. I will fight, I will live, I will find my way to my sanctuary.

[quantumspacetime]

11:21 pm | February 16, 2022

hey

i just want to say that my lola is super cute! i was up really late last night, like i always do, and she sent me a message because she saw that i still have my active status on on Facebook messenger. she calls all of her apo balong (which roughly translates to hijo) for guys and nenengku (neneng in ilocano translates to young girl) for girls.

she would often send gifs, pictures, and videos of prayers, quotes, and random information to all of her children and grandchildren in a very tacky manner like a typical lola. i think that's also where i got it from because i would sometimes forward what she sends me to my friends just to endearingly annoy them!

i have a love/hate relationship with wanting to go to our family house where she lives because she would always overfeed me with good food, and then would later on body shame me for being fat!

"bumibilog at lumalapad ka na yata balong ko" in ilocano.

it would take every ounce of patience in my body not to tell her that it's wrong to comment on other people's bodies, amongst others, because we've already had that conversation before, plus what even is the point of her cooking endlessly for us not to eat what she cooks, and they're extremely delicious!

i like visiting her because i would always feel taken care of and loved. all of my cousins, including me, have learned to tune out her passive aggressive comments about our appearances, who we're dating, and what we're doing with our lives, because we all know that her comments are coming from a place of love.

she also used to be a Marcos apologist, but because she wants us to have a good and bright future, and she's aware that that would only be possible once VP Leni wins, she's now a KakamPink! one time, because she needed me to fix the brightness of her android cellphone, i accidentally saw one of her conversation threads with one of her friends, and she's advocating for VP Leni!

she can be cute and adorable one time, and then a vicious and strict 4'11"-old lady the next!

i love my mamay. we all do. our love and appreciation for her outweighs all of her imperfections, and that's what matters the most.

[mythriteshah]

The Valide’s Pride

WARNING: Upon clicking the read-more link below, several cutscenes will play in sequence. It is recommended that you set aside sufficient time to read these scenes in their entirety.

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Another moonlit night graces the Near East, though Menphina's light shone with a golden intensity as opposed to its usual silver luminescence.  Save for the towers strewn about the land, all was relatively peaceful as the Telophoroi had been driven back yet again.  Everyone is fighting tooth and nail for the salvation of the star - as they should.  Should these ruinous portents continue, there would certainly be untold chaos engulfing the realm.  With a reprieve finally in sight, the time had come to reflect and contemplate.

Upon the balcony within her azure and ivory chambers, Mimizo Higuri, Valide Sultan of the Higuri Regalia, stood in silence, a bladed fan obscuring the lower half of her face as she gazed upon the vast jungles of Thavnair which surrounded the city-state of Radz-at-Han.  Her husband Fafastima slept soundly in his chambers, blissfully unaware that she was still up and about during so late a bell.  One would suspect that something was weighing heavily upon her mind so that it was difficult for her to even rest.  And sure enough, the Valide Sultan did indeed have some introspection of which to take care. Mimizo directed her gaze upward, towards the gilded moon which shone proudly against the night sky, drinking in the scenery of the sunless sea until she slowly closed her eyes.  Her mind then whisked her away to a similar moment: she stood on that same balcony, gazing at the moon, though silvery, with her favored son, Thiji.  They had been talking for a good half-bell, it seemed, discussing matters which pertained to the developments of the other lands.  Nyra was perched upon a post, resting peacefully.  Fafastima was absent in this scene, apparently returning from an excursion with the Wavetraders.  It was then that they would hear a knock upon the door to Mimizo's chambers. "Enter," she promptly ordered. The double doors would open, revealing the beautiful platinum-blonde Dunesfolk of aqua eyes: Veeveena Veena, Higuri Regalia Main Branch Advisor.  Her unannounced arrival surprised Mimizo and Thiji both, expecting Thiji's dear Angel to have been within the sweet surrender of sleep for at least two bells now.  Wearing her evening gown along with the Periapt of Patience, she gave a curt bow before she crossed the threshold, hands folded at the front.  An expression of sorrow was evident on her face, for her eyes seemed to have begun welling up... "Miss Veeveena..." Thiji greeted.  "'Tis something the matter?" "Yes, My Sultan," the Advisor replied immediately as she came closer, stopping at the center of the chambers.  "Something most certainly is." "Speak freely, dear," Mimizo followed.  Though Mimizo was good at reading the hearts of particular individuals, she already knew what Veeveena was doing here.  Nevertheless, she decided to play along. "No more, Valide..." Veeveena said, her head bowed low, hiding her tears, which had begun to shed as she spoke.  "I cannot bear this anymore.  The truth must be revealed!" "Miss Veeveena -" was all Thiji could get out before he would be interrupted by his Advisor. "Forgive me, My Sultan, but pray hear me and do not speak," Veeveena interjected.  The Mythrite Sultan trusted his Angels - his Advisors especially - and complied, putting his arms behind his back, watching and listening intently to Veeveena.  He - and his mothers - would expect a lengthy statement to be made.  "I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive us, my lord, but your mother and I have been keeping a secret for some time now.  We decided on a private ultimatum that you and I would be wed should you fail to find your Sultana by your thirtieth Nameday." Thiji's eyes went somewhat wide by this.  Mimizo was taken aback that she had revealed their plan so far ahead of schedule.  Veeveena's tears glinted like silver stars from her face before they stained the rug, desperately fighting back the urge to bawl. "I am... truly flattered, Miss Veeveena," Thiji began, "but you know of the policy put in place." "I do, My Sultan..." she replied.  "However, I cannot suffer this any longer - and nor should you.  This is not what Lady Mamai would want - may she rest peacefully in the Lifestream.  She would want to see you happy, as would any of us who have been with you for many summers.  And though I am your Apsara of Patience... even mine can run thin, and I will not deny my heart any longer." She revealed her tear-stained face, bright pink from her sobbing, before she stood ilms before her lord.  Mimizo was shocked, to say the least, but beamed in eagerness to see this event play out in its entirety.  She took a step back and spectated, placing her fan within her palm as she did.   "I have had the pleasure of witnessing all the amazing feats and events you have done, my lord.  You are truly a blessing to this realm, and anyone who thinks or says otherwise will meet the swift and brutal sentence of death by my hand, personally.  Your dream - your ambition that is sweeter than any lassi or berry - of becoming a Sorceress' Knight - is so precious and touching that hearing of you ending it shattered many of us.  You have been through loss after loss; trial after trial, and though you came out stronger as a result, you were never truly given the comfort you so rightfully deserve.  It crushed me, watching you from afar, alone at night with naught an audience but the stars above as you cursed Menphina and Nymeia for conspiring against you since when first you arrived in Eorzea.  I hated seeing you so distraught, and yet I sat and stood idly by: my beloved Mythrite Sultan, whom I have served with unwavering loyalty for many summers, suffering in silence.  And yet all this time, you soldiered on, using your wealth and resources to bring smiles to the less privileged and destitute; uplifting the spirits of others with your presence, and establishing alliances which I know will transcend the test of time.  You've hid this away for so long, and that smile on your face - the one you make when a project has come to fruition - is the one thing I loved seeing with each turn of the sun.  But my heart cannot bear this burden any longer... I wish to see that smile more; I wish to see your dream come to fruition; I wish to see my Mythrite Sultan truly happy... " Veeveena then took Thiji's hands, placing hers on his as she stared at the Mythrite Sultan with a gaze and a countenance that could only be emulated by that of a lover's.  Mimizo and Nyra - who had flew over to the former's side during Veeveena's speech - were moved by her words, though she still had more to say... "Which is why... if you'll have me, My Sultan, I will abdicate the position of Advisor, as well as my status as an Angel... to become your Mythrite Sultana." Nyra's eyes went wide - wider than normal for an owl - upon hearing her declaration.  A quiet gasp was the only thing which escaped Mimizo's lips.  As for Thiji, his gaze softened as a result - he knew Veeveena harbored feelings for him, but he was not aware of how passionate she was about his situation.  The policy established by an agreement between himself and his Angels stated that he, under no circumstances whatsoever, was allowed to court his Angels in a romantic setting, or vice versa.  Thiji means to deviate from the corrupted form of a harem, which alone earned him the respect of his peers and even his maidservants.  With Veeveena's intent made clear, her abdication from being an Angel meant that she was no longer fettered by the stipulations heretofore placed. Thiji's eyes slowly moved to the left, thinking back to the countless suns where he had a vacant space beside him - a lone merchant-lord who disregarded his own shortcomings (Lalafell pun not intended) in order to bring joy and the enlightenment of high fashion to the realm.  Though it was no small secret that the Higuri Clan was secure thanks to his brother and Umimi - along with having seven other siblings - he still bore the burden as the head of the Regalia.  Everyone knew that Thiji was Mimizo's favored son - her greatest pride and joy - and it was a notion well-deserved.  As a man of twenty-eight summers, he was definitely growing sick, tired, and even jaded by lonely days and lonelier nights.  His only true companions were Glacius and Nyra - both of whom have already spawned progeny of their own.  Everyone seemed to have been winning in this race, and Thiji has been left in the dust for quite a while.  There may have been times where he did not care, but having someone near and dear beside oneself was truly an incredible feeling that could never be replaced. He turned his gaze back to Veeveena, tears still falling from her limpid aqua orbs, staring intently into Thiji's ice-blue-and-silver-white eyes.  He sighed and shook his head, but not because he had intended to deny Veeveena, but as a sign of the lifting of his burden, like a ten-tonze weight finally being removed from his shoulders.  Thiji would then direct his gaze towards Mimizo... "Mother," he spoke, "Inform the other Angels.  They must know; they must come... And they must see their Sultana." "No need, Lord Thiji!" A voice was heard from within their ears.  Apparently a linkpearl was active sometime before Veeveena's arrival.  It sounded like Sesena's! "We're already en route to Radz-at-Han via airship to see our beautiful Veeveena become your betrothed!  We're so happy for you both!  Within the sennight, Veeveena Veena shall become the Mythrite Sultana!  And don't worry - no one else but the Regalia will know of this. I like the gossip coming from people calling Lord Thiji the 'Mythrite Bachelor', so this marriage will be secret!" "Thank you, Miss Sesena," Thiji acknowledged before cutting the transmission. Mimizo was absolutely elated by this, her grin wide as she walked over to give them both a pat on the shoulder, leaving them both alone for now to make preparations for the coming wedding.  Veeveena then fell into Thiji's arms, catching her in a loving embrace. She then whispered to him: "My Sultan... never again at night... shall you be welcomed by a cold and empty bed." Snapping back to the present, Mimizo gave a quiet sigh, the recollection causing some beads of sweat to fall from her brow.  She fanned herself for a brief moment and made her way to the dresser, whereupon she gazed at a mythril-framed portrait of Thiji and Veeveena, happily married and brought into the family as her Daughter-in-Law.  She smiled at this sight, proud of Veeveena's bold yet caring heart.  Her efforts had finally bore fruit as her dearest firstborn would have a Sultana both strong and beautiful.  A second time she would close her eyes and delve into the confines of her memory. This time, her mind's eye would show Veeveena in luxurious garbs befitting of a Sultana, resting upon the sofa where she spent many a bell beside Thiji during his moments of reflection.  Another moonlit night upon Radz-at-Han, and Thiji was away tending to other matters in Eorzea.  A blissful smile was bare on Lady Veeveena's face as she reclined in light slumber, before a voice was heard from amidst the shadows... "Sister.  You're looking well already." Veeveena stirred from the voice, sitting upright to properly address this woman, whom was apparently her sister.  Out from the shrouded chambers and into the silvery spotlight stood a Dunesfolk lady with hair and complexion to similar to Veeveena's, but with one distinction: her eyes were an emerald green.  From afar, these two would seem identical, though this woman had a more stern look upon her face as opposed to Veeveena's smile-prone antics.  She secured her platinum-blonde tresses with a bow and the excess dangled over her left shoulder.  She was adorned in the ice blue dancer garbs of her people, but sported serrated daggers of purest mythrite holstered at her hips. "Veeveera," the Mythrite Sultana spoke, though softly.  "Full glad am I to see you.  I am sorry recent events had forced you out of hiding." "Think naught of it, Veena," she replied with a wave of her hand.  "Someone had to fill the role of Advisor, and it only made sense that I'd return from my work in Uznair to take care of my elder sister." Veeveena giggled, rising from her seat to turn to Veeveera.  The latter came to the former's side, bowing to her as she faced Veeveena.  "House Higuri is secured - as is our house - thanks to you, Your Grace.  You took well of our lord's seed, and have given birth to two strong and beautiful heirs - a son and a daughter both - for our Mythrite Sultan.  Two pure Dunesfolk, as the Valide desired."

"I am merely happy to finally bring joy to my lord and love," Veeveena said back with a smile.  "Though I am his wife, my duty to him still remains.  Ours are souls yearning for battle, and now that I've experienced motherhood just as Lady Umimi, our savagery can only be amplified tenfold!" "Spoken like a true warrior, Veena," Veeveera acknowledged as she began pacing the floor.  Still, I would not have it any other way - nor would Lady Mimizo.  She would have been incensed beyond belief if our lord sullied his family's genes with any other race.  And don't even get me started on those feral kittens and fragile lizards whose body structures are akin to that of twigs. Honestly, I do not see the appeal behind these tailed waifs.  Being the traditionalists that we Dunesfolk are, the mere notion of hybrids is right out.  Thavnair's nobles should not be tainted by such wanton, disgusting acts of interracial breeding..." "If it is any consolation, Veera," the Mythrite Sultana interjected, "Our lord has caught the eyes of many a courtesan, with the intent on bedding him!  His charisma alone is a testament to the attention he is receiving as of late.  Also, some of the other races are from Thavnair as well; are they not kin?" "Of that I am well aware..." Veera retorted with a sigh, arms crossed.   "Whether they choose to have the honor and privilege of taking deep of our lord's seed and bearing his children is entirely up to them.  The truth hurts, and if they wish to protest, they are more than welcome to see me personally.  Though I cannot guarantee they will leave without a dagger or three in their throats.  As for your latter question, Your Grace, I said nary a word regarding the origin of individuals.  I was merely commenting on the principle of the overlying matter: copulation with other non-Lalafell, be they from Thavnair or otherwise, is frowned upon, regardless of it being... openly practiced in other areas of the realm.  There is a reason we have none with tails within the Regalia’s employ.  And to be quite honest, I pray it stays that way.  Were it not for these recent events, the noble houses would not even be getting together to discuss the welcoming of adventurers." "Such venom, Veera... but I would be inclined to agree!" Veera exclaimed.   "The Angels are so relieved to know that my Lord Thiji finally has progeny to carry on that beautiful man's legacy... He has suffered overlong - far, far overlong.  Valide Sultan knew it, and still we hoped; still, we dared.  But that is in the past, and we must move on from it, lest we be consumed and held back by it.  Now all that matters is to ensure our children remain safe and secure Thavnair from the Telophoroi.  I refuse to let my Sultan's beloved heirs meet a terrible fate.  A repeat of the Nanago tragedy will not reoccur." "Hmph... that bitch," Veera seethed.  "This is all her fault; good riddance to her.  First she secretly indulges in contraceptives to deny our Sultan his rightful heirs, and on the eve she forgets them, she is at last with child, only for moons later to supplement her aether reserves and perishes out of existence, leaving behind only her Sorceress powers.  An infanticide-suicide in one fell swoop... As if a good night's sleep and healthy meals would not have done the job just the same - if not better - than gorging oneself on the stored aether of Anima weapons." It was certainly clear as day that Veeveera was livid by all the misfortunes that befell Thiji to so passionately address them before her elder sister.  She balled a fist in anger and turned sharply around towards the shadows, grumbling to herself.  Veeveena simply laid a hand upon her sister's shoulder, giving her that Near Eastern sun smile. "I know, Veera... I know," she assured.  "She wasn't worthy.  Very few are.  But this is the path he chose, and I feel he would gladly make his decisions again.  His power has grown by leaps and bounds since he was but a lordling learning the ways of weaving and gemcraft.  And now, here we are, at the crux of the Regalia's prosperity, whose golden age will now be extended with the introduction of Thiji II and Sesera.  I am grateful to you for keeping me safe during my time in labor, and though I am still resting, I will be looking forward to the day I once again fight alongside Veeveera the Sanguine." "Good," Veeveera concurred.  "I'd love to see just how much deadlier Veeveena the Visceral becomes now that she is a mother.  But I've lingered overlong.  I believe your husband is returning soon, and you've a bed to warm, sister.  I'll return to the jungles in the meantime." Veeveera left with a before disappearing into the shadows, once more leaving Veeveena alone with her thoughts.  She disrobed herself down to her smallclothes as she approached the bed, neatly placing her lehenga on a chair by the dresser. "Every eve, My Sultan, so long as I am your wife, you will know naught but bliss." Snapping back once more, Mimizo placed the portrait down upon the dresser, and directed her eyes to the mirror, finding Fafastima standing beside her with a smile.  She turned around and greeted her husband with a soft hug and a gentle kiss upon the lips. "Dearest wife of mine!" he greeted, "You're still up?!  What troubles you so?   It is not like a Thavnairian jewel such as yourself to look so down!" "My beloved Fafa," sighed Mimizo, "I am simply... reflecting on all that has happened.  I cannot help but feel guilty making our beloved boy wait so many summers when we could have simply arranged a joining with him and Veeveena.  She and I wanted to cling to hope - hope that someone out there in Eorzea would fall in love with our son.  But we should have known better." "Sweetheart! Don't be that way!" Fafastima interjected, lightly shaking her by the shoulders.  "Mimi, I've never doubted your judgment!  You've got a gift when it comes to matchmaking.  I'm sure you just wanted to see if there were any worthier suitresses for our Thiji!  Don't be so hard on yourself; he's powerful as all hells, a master of his craft, showing the realm at large the power of high fashion, and his charisma and philanthropy has given the Regalia so much exposure and adoration than I would ever dare to imagine!   All the meanwhile you’ve groomed Veeveena to be the ideal woman and warrior our son deserves as a contingency!  I've always been proud of our son, Mimi, and though I, too, wanted to see him with a pretty little something around his arm, he had other matters to attend, especially now that I passed on the reins to him!" These words gave Mimizo some comfort; she beamed at her husband before kissing his cheek.  She definitely had no means of being so tough. "Be prideful, Mimi!" Fafastima urged triumphantly.  "Our firstborn son made it!  And we're officially grandsires!  HAHA!" "Fafa... we've been grandparents thanks to Horu and Umimi," Mimizo retorted. "You know what I mean, love!" Fafastima returned.  "But our Mythrite Sultan is coming home!  Let's go for a stroll and meet him as we enjoy this well-earned victory while we can, yes?  After all, there are still matters to attend regarding the other noble houses!" Mimizo responded with a nod as Fafastima stretched and got his sherwani ready.  Mimizo slowly approached the balcony as she saw the sails of the Mythril Wavetraders on the horizon - Thiji was finally home.  She unfolded her fan, returning to her original spot and kept her gaze fixed on the approaching vessels, still lost in thought...

"Everyone is going to miss you dearly, my son... When next they see you, it will be here, in Thavnair.  I know our talks will succeed, and we will ensure that your secrets are well-hidden.  You've endured far too much in this life, and at long last, you have what you so rightfully deserve.  I cannot shake the guilt so easily, but it is but a flicker compared to the pride swelling within my breast.  This realm may not be ready for you as you say... but it is definitely time for them to get ready. The Near East awaits our foreign allies... perhaps the peerless beauty of our land will serve as the perfect diversion for the Regalia.  For after all, there is always Power... in Beauty."