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[potential-fool]

Im having some serious simp hours so I am requesting a request

Valorant, Yoru, Chamber, Sova, reader who is absolutely in love with their voice. Could listen to them 10/10 all day every day! And dirty talk? Would do anything they ask ngl

Bonus points for mixing english and their native tongue

P.S. pls tag me or ill never find this amazing post T_T i beg thee

@squiddaloo

A/N: Omg this literally this. I like the way you think >:) I will be using google translate for some of the other languages so uh... apologies to any native speakers. ;-; also omg I was writing this and all I could think of was the song "Maria" from West Side Story ifykyk and final note, I ended up doing this in a fade tp black style since you didn't specify whether you wanted it to be smutty or not <3

Tags: Established relationship, GN reader, dirty talk, suggestive talking, denial, hurt comfort

The Sound of Your Voice: Valorant x Reader

Yoru [Ryu Kiritani]

He's a simp, an egotistical one though he refuses to admit he's a simp

your voice though? Oh boy, that's when all bets are off

He wants to be the only one allowed to hear your voice

The two of you were out in the living area of the Valorant Protocol, you were leaned up against your boyfriend, it was a quiet day, a little blessing in disguise as most days were long and hectic. Today though, today was quiet, peaceful.

You hummed a small song, the gentle notes in your throat growing into soft lyrics that escaped your lips. You were too distracted by the lyrics to notice that Ryu had opened a gate in the direction of your shared room.

"あなたはとても美しいですね..." [You sound so beautiful]

You paused for a moment, looking up in the direction of your loved one.

"Ryuuuu you know I don't know what you're sayin'"

You huffed, making a pouty expression that melted away as he grabbed hold of you, taking you through the rift and pushing you onto the bed.

"You sound so beautiful my love~"

Yoru cooed in your ear, his voice dropping and making you feel all sorts of things.

"I bet you'd sound even better moaning my name~ 私の愛 ~" [My love]

You two had a fun night.

Chamber [Vincent Fabron]

This man. THIS MAN.

He will absolutely mess with you anywhere and everywhere

One of his favorite things about you is that small flustered sound you make whenever he teases you

That hitch in your breath? He LIVES for that shit

You and Chamber were under cover at a party, a masquerade to be specific. Entering the room shining with light you were on his arm, the place seemed to sparkle, the shining crystal chandeliers refracting the warm light onto the dance floor. You could see people eloquently swaying to the beat with their partner; the orchestra playing a tune you recognized as one you'd made the effort to learn, it is--partially--in Chamber's native language after all.

You looked up at him and god he was breathtaking, the perfectly tailored waistcoat was white with those beautiful magenta and gold accents. He Really did fit in with this high society stuff.

"Care of a dance mon cheri~?"

You extended a hand to him, bowing and flexing your knowledge of his language.

"Anything for you mon amor~"

He cooed, quietly aweing at your silky voice as he took your hand and stepped onto the dance floor, folding yourself into the others who were dancing. The singer on the mic let her voice fly through the space, catching the eye of your partner as the two of you glided across the floor.

"Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is la vie en rose~"

Your voice was a silky hum in his ears and god Chamber just melted, pulling you close and holding your waist gingerly as he let the song you sang ripple through him.

"My My~ mon cœur~"

He gave your hips a teasing squeeze, causing your breath to hitch just enough for Chamber to hear.

"Vince- Chamber-"

You were breathless, almost forgetting to use his call sign, you were on a mission after all

"Use your words mon amor~ You know how I love hearing you~"

Chamber teased you, though before you could react the song you danced to drew to a close and Vincent smiled, leaving you high and dry as he said:

"We're on a mission mon cheri~ We can finish this if you do a good job for me~"

Sova [Alexander (Sasha) Novikov]

Sova being the soft spoken man he is will happily let you fill any silence with your voice

While he may have grown to enjoy silence you were the exception, silence with you was like an unfinished song

Hearing you go on and on, he could listen to it for hours

You'd had a rough day, coming back from a particularly difficult mission. Difficult, though you found victory. You were exhausted, the moment you stepped off the carrier you went to go find your love; Sova.

You found success in your objective as you knocked on his bedroom door, it opened and he smiled a soft smile upon seeing you. His hair was a little frizzy and he was wearing a t-shirt and grey sweats. Reading your tired expression he pulled you close, rubbing your back and keeping you close.

"Care to shower with me милый?" (Darling)

You gave a small nod, and he guided you into the bathroom off to the side of his bedroom, you were eager to get out of your sweat and dirt covered clothes.

The two of you found yourself holding each other naked in the shower. This wasn't a lust filled event, rather one driven by love and care for the other. Sasha grabbed the soft sponge and rubbed it gently along your back, the newly formed bruises on you aching a bit, causing you to give a soft groan of pain.

"Apologies моя любовь" (my love)

You looked up at him, shaking your head softly

"It's alright Sasha... just hurts a bit.."

Sasha could tell that it wasn't just physical hurt, after all, Sage may have healed physical wounds but she couldn't heal mental wounds.

"Want to tell me about it when we get into bed?"

He asked, inviting you to speak your strife. To this you nodded, accepting his invitation, endlessly grateful one was extended to begin with. You honestly didn't know how he put up with you.

After you showered you pulled on one of Sasha's t-shirts and some panties before crawling into bed with your loved one. The moment of silence was broken by you beginning to speak to what was bothering you.

"...I just.. when does it end?... I'm so tired all the time, tired of fighting, I just want us to be normal. Is that so hard to ask?"

Your voice began to break, tears pricking your eyes and a empathetic look was in your boyfriends eyes.

"Oh my love... It's gonna get worse before it gets better.. and when this is all said and done, I swear to you we will have the life of your dreams..."

His voice trailed off, allowing room for your quiet sobs to fill the room, you cried for a good ten minutes before Sasha broke the silence.

"Rest now my dove.. I love to hear your voice, but not like this, don't waste your energy on tears. Rest, so you may be strong again tomorrow."

You sniffled, your tears beginning to dry as you nestled your head under his chin. A small 'I love you..' could be made out from the murmurs that escaped you.

[b-sai-des]

A New Frontier: South Asian Fusion

In terms of any actual formal music knowledge, I come from the side of Carnatic music, the Indian classical music style, having been learning the mridangam for around ten years under my guru, Sri T.S Nandakumar. I am always eternally grateful for all that he has done for all of us students, and one of the many things I admire about sir is his willingness to explore unconventional avenues with the mridangam. The mridangam is a two-sided barrel drum usually played as an accompanying instrument in a Carnatic piece that may feature vocals or violin, and veena as well. Nandakumar sir is a renowned accompanying artist, but he’s also given his students many opportunities to perform like chamber concerts and arangetrams. One really unique thing he’s done is a large orchestra of mridangams and other Carnatic percussion instruments at the Cleveland Thyagaraja Festival, which he’s done for multiple years and encouraged even younger students to practice and perform there. It’s unusual for the mridangam to take such a center stage like that, where you have around 100 players playing together in an epic display alongside veena and violin. It was also cool to see Nandakumar sir bringing in western drums into those performances as well, along with drum pads there and in other performances. Having that exposure from a young age really opened my eyes to the potential of Carnatic music elements in contexts that you don’t normally see, and I got curious about what else is capable. Carnatic music for example utilizes many, many different talams (time signatures) apart from just 4:4 (Adi in Carnatic music), and it would be really interesting to see how that could be utilized more generally.

South Asian fusion is a huge, diverse space that’s hard to really pigeon-hole because of how many types of South Asian music there are (Carnatic is just one, there’s also Hindustani, Sufi music, folk music, Bhangra, etc.), along with different genres that they are mixed with like jazz, rock, pop, etc. You had mingling in the past, like Ravi Shankar and The Beatles. Later on it grew, definitely a more recent phenomenon and likely accelerated due to immigration and assimilation in the west. Younger generations are really at the forefront on it  – you see a ton of high school and college clubs doing Indian music or dance fusion. Rutgers has many, including RU Dhol for example. Some of these student clubs lean more on the side of Bollywood-oriented stuff, and there are times that can overshadow other ways to explore the genres – my sister sometimes talks about how the South Asian fusion club she’s part of really neglects classical dance forms like Bharatanatyam or Kathak. In that club it’s seen as the less hip thing, and people will say “it’s cool that you’re so confident to perform that” rather than actually having an interest in it and the people who want to share it. Then again, I'm talking about high-school pettiness here – it's not like this everywhere. RU Dhol combines South Asian instruments and styles of playing with western equivalents. This performance places electric guitars next to the Indian classical violin style in a really fun way.

One of my biggest experiences with South Asian fusion is with Brooklyn Raga Massive. My aunt is a Bharatanatyam teacher, and in 2018 or so she had collaborated with a theater director for a production of Jungle Book, where her students performed Bharatanatyam in a song. After the show, we had met some of the other musicians involved in the show, since my cousin learns Carnatic singing, my sister Bharatanatyam, and I mridangam, and we talked to a percussionist who was part of Brooklyn Raga Massive. He had told us about them – they do daily events at a Prospect Heights venue along with bigger events and performances, and he encouraged us to come on a Thursday where they hold an open mic jam session. We definitely got excited about this, and we went one evening.

The venue was a real hole in the wall type bar with a small stage and seating area in the back, and there was a decent and rather diverse crowd of people. Dim lights and creaky wooden floors, very aesthetic. It’s interesting because now they’ve grown immensely as an organization, and I don’t believe they still have events at this place. It was really cool to see the really different talents displayed there – one woman performed a really interesting singing performance which now I can’t pinpoint what style it was. You also had more traditional classical instruments like tabla and sitar. What’s really cool is that even though I was only in eight grade and my cousin was only in ninth grade, they gave both of us the opportunity to play with them, and they were super friendly and inviting, even despite any mistakes or hesitation I had. There were no judgments, just the spirit of experimenting and playing. I still look at that night with a lot of fondness. 

What I played that day, it was really incredible to get that opportunity and for it to be so low-key and welcoming. My cousin is also there on the stage (dressed in white), he’s an incredibly skilled Carnatic vocalist.

Recently I was inspired by all this and for my midterm assignment for the class I’m writing this for, I made a music track with mridangam and electronic effects in Ableton (free trial came clutch). I initially spent a lot of time worrying about doing it right and perfectly planning everything, but it only came together when I just let go of that and just messed around, re-arranging recordings of me playing and layering effects. Just doing it was fun, and I learned a lot from it.

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There’s a free-ness with something like this that’s a really different experience from traditional Carnatic music. At the same time, there’s a level of playfulness with Carnatic music too, as when you’re playing on stage you don’t practice with the other artist beforehand, and what happens there is often unexpected and exciting, and I’m reminded of that when I see jazz music too. To me says a lot about the inherent commonalities in what makes music so rewarding to make and experience.

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Multi Pairings Masterlist 3

part one, part two

99 problems (and the dice ain't one) (ao3) - kellifer_fic steve/tony, clint/phil, bruce/darcy T, 10k

Summary: Tony's life is almost perfect. He lives in a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), has a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things and a regular Friday night campaign. If his best friend, Steve Rogers, hadn't moved away to New York and left him behind, then perfection would've been achieved.

Tony can roll with the punches though and he's almost all the way over that little bump in the road (shut up Bruce, he totally is) when Steve moves back, looking taller and broader and more confident than ever and Tony's left with a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things, a regular Friday night campaign and the uncomfortable realization that maybe he's in love with his best friend and has been since he was sixteen.

And So It Goes (ao3) - somehowunbroken clint/phil, natasha/thor, bucky/steve/tony T, 15k

Summary: The Avengers is a moderately successful band, well on its way to becoming a mainstream hit when guitarist Bruce Banner has to take a sudden leave of absence. Lead singer Clint Barton and the rest of the band have to find a replacement, and Clint thinks that the former guitarist/lead singer for Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, is a sure thing. Nobody counted on Bucky knowing Steve, or the strain that might put on Steve’s relationship with Tony. On top of that, Bruce reveals that his leave is going to be more permanent than he originally thought just as the band is on the verge of being signed to a major label. It’s no surprise that Clint drowns his sorrows in Billy Joel.

Autumn In New York (ao3) - she_who_drank_vodka_with_cats steve/tony, bucky/natasha, carol/rhodey, wanda/ivision T, 12k

Summary: Tony and Steve are team mates, co-captains of the Avengers and best friends

but as life goes on in the avenger tower and fall settles over the city of New York, nature's vibrant last gasp before winter, the two men seem to have fallen for each other already without either of them noticing

band on the run! (ao3) - ninemoons42 steve/bucky, bruce/natasha, jane/thor T, 60k

Summary: Bucky Barnes leads the viral sensation rock group De Corday to Kings University to shoot a pair of music videos. On the way, he finds a cover of one of their singles, performed on solo violin by Steve Rogers, and he maybe falls a little bit in love on the spot.

Then they get to Kings and the leader of the chamber orchestra that’s going to play with De Corday IS Steve Rogers. Duets, emotions, unexpected news, and a passel of De Corday-themed teddy bears ensue.

Bewitched (ao3) - panda_shi bucky/tony, steve/tony, pepper/tony M, 32k

Summary: Tony doesn’t think he’ll ever want to be very comfortable with the team, even after Thanos. So when he ends up fighting an alien that can alter your body’s chemistry, when Tony starts thinking that being around Barnes is the only thing that can make him feel safe – well, fuck.

Beyond The Walls Of Sleep (ao3) - Chaed, spacelaska pepper/tony, implied bruce/natasha, steve/tony M, 144k

Summary: It started with a portal, a battle for humanity, an empty coffin at Tony Stark’s funeral. (It started with a portal, a bomb that never detonated, an act of self sacrifice that was futile.)

Then a distress signal. A last ditch covert-op. A recon mission with little hope of success. (A Chitauri cell. A plague ship. Isolation.)

Four years too late they bring Tony home.

Countdown (ao3) - ShesLikeTexas steve/tony, pepper/happy, bucky/natasha E, 96k

Summary: Mob Boss Steve Rogers kidnaps Tony Stark and gives him 365 days to fall in love with him.

He Ain't Heavy (He's Our Villain) (ao3) - goodboots jane/thor, loki/sif, clint/darcy N/R, 11k

Summary: In which Thor is foolishly loyal, Darcy still wants her iPod back, and Loki redeems himself, or something.

hey, stephen (i’ve been holding back this feeling) (ao3) - hopelessrdj tony/stephen, christine/pepper, carol/rhodey G, 11k

Summary: Tony Stark and Stephen Strange have never met each other before until the day every student at their university gets forced into attending one co-educative class not connected to their major. Both geniuses end up in the music department and in order to make it more interesting they come up with a competition between the two of them.

Marvel Collegiate University (ao3) - Ultra bucky/natasha, pepper/tony, steve/peggy T, 48k

Summary: What if all the Avengers were ordinary human beings who just attended college together?

Semaphore (ao3) - DevilDoll steve/tony, pepper/tony, steve/bucky, peggy/steve E, 40k

Summary: “I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard.” Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Someone to Love (ao3) - blue_jack steve/tony, pepper/tony, clint/natasha M, 47k

Summary: Tony doesn’t give much thought to Steve when they go their separate ways. They’d had a job to do, and they’d done it and done it well, but Steve is a ball of anger and issues and sadness that he really wants no part of right now. He doesn’t dislike the guy, and they’ve worked out most of the tension between them, but he has enough of his own baggage to recognize a lost cause when he sees it, and Steve? Needs a lot of work.

the best of life is but intoxication (ao3) - kellifer_fic clint/darcy, jane/thor, steve/tony G, 4k

Summary: Where Steve and Darcy are platonic BFFs and Tony and Clint just aren't buying it.

The One With The Haus Party (ao3) - neversaydie steve/bucky, natasha/sam, past steve/tony, bucky/pietro M, 8k

Summary: Sam ends up giving Mr Five-Feet-Five of Cock-Deprived Fury a piggyback home, mainly because he’s too drunk to protest being carried and Sam would like to get home before the sun comes up this time.

“I hate Bucky.” He’s been grumbling about Barnes for the entire walk. There’s a thin line between love and hate, Sam supposes, and apparently that line is someone else’s dick in Bucky’s mouth. “Fucking… gonna call him Fucky from now on.”

“He’ll like that.” Sam points out, shifting Steve’s weight to get the bony knees out of his ribs. He’d better get some good karma for this shit, he wishes he didn’t have such a strong conscience that he can’t knowingly let this guy sleep on a sticky frat house floor for the night. He’s way nicer than his messy friends deserve.

“Gonna call him fuckface then. Fuckface fucking Barnes. Sucking all the dicks. S'not fair, where’s the dicks left for everyone else?!”

[the gang go to a house party at a hockey frat, mistaken identities and inadvisable drunken behaviour abound, and Steve is a Hot Mess]

There’s No Such a Thing as Avengers’ Movie Night (ao3) - Katbelle pepper/tony, peggy/steve, bruce/betty T, 3k

Summary: There’s no such a things as Avengers’ movie night. They do, however, watch movies together every Friday. And sometimes they cry, when a movie hits too close to all the repressed feelings they have. But it’s all in the name of science and team-building exercises, really.

the silver age (ao3) - copperbadge howard/maria, anna/jarvis, bucky/tony, peggy/angie T/E/G, 87k

Summary: An alternate universe in which Tony Stark was born in 1950 and the Winter Soldier was recovered in 1967, after a failed attempt to assassinate Howard and Maria Stark.

Try, Try Again (ao3) - kellifer_fic steve/tony, clint/phil, bruce/darcy M, 15k

Summary: Steve has been in love with Tony Stark for what feels like his whole life, but is really only since high school. A year’s break and college finds Steve hopeful for a change, but Tony’s still as brash, charming and beautiful as ever. It doesn’t help that Tony has started noticing Steve in return. Can Steve bury his old insecurities and give Tony a chance?

until i get my teeth in you (ao3) - Narcotic_Dollie bucky/clint, bruce/natasha, pepper/tony E, 55k

Summary: Or the one where Clint Barton has never met Bucky Barnes before in his life, and if he says it enough maybe everyone else will believe him.

What Is Love, Anyways? (ao3) - airas_story stephen/wong, tony/stephen, tony/wong T, 6k

Summary: They all know how to break the curse, but none of them can.

Wong has an idea.

When Eyes Meet Eyes (ao3) - luxshine bruce/tony, phil/pepper, clint/natasha, steve/howard, jane/thor E, 50k

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, and finding them is as easy as following your heart, Tony Stark is convinced that he needs no one at his side. Bruce Banner, on the other hand, is convinced he doesn’t deserve anyone. Fate, however, has other ideas.

You’ve got a friend in me (ao3) - boleyn13 loki/tony, clint/natasha, pepper/tony M, 412k

Summary: After faking his death in the Dark World Loki is free to do what he wants. Instead of leaving everything behind Loki is driven by his thirst for revenge and won’t find peace before he destroyed every single one of the Avengers. This time though he won’t use violence, but the weapons of the God of Mischief: trickery, deceit and illusion. Loki decides to befriend the Avengers. However they won’t know it’s him. Not until he is close enough to strike. Unfortunately Loki didn’t consider the possibility that he might get too close.

[migueldelaguila]

🎶 **November 2024 Performances of Music by Miguel del Aguila** 🎶

After a busy October with over 30 worldwide performances of my works, November is keeping the momentum going with concerts across the US, Canada, Germany, Norway, Denmark, Belgium, Spain, and Brazil. I'm thrilled to be performing live with incredible musicians and ensembles, and I’d love for you to join me at one of these events!

This month, I’ll be performing *Conga* with the Springfield Symphony Orchestra and Guillermo Figueroa, as well as showcasing my piano and flute works with April Clayton. In Chicago, the Black Moon Trio will release their debut album *Principal!* featuring my *Barroqueada*—the 63rd album to feature my compositions!

I’m also excited to have several works performed in Europe, including *Submerged* with the Kristiansand Symphony Ensemble in Norway, *Salon Buenos Aires* with Ensemble Storstrøm in Denmark, and *Tango Trio* with the Max Bruch Trio in Germany. Windsync continues their tour with my music, which will also be featured at the College Music Society National Conference in Washington, DC, and at the RioWinds International Music Festival in Brazil.

Check out the full list of upcoming performances below!

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**November 2024 Performances:**

- **11/1/2024** *Submerged* Walden Trio | Vassar College Skinner Hall, Arlington, NY 

- **11/2/2024** *Wind Quintet No. 2* Winds5 | Emmanuel Church, Seattle, WA 

- **11/7/2024** *Seducción* / *Pacific Serenade* / *Milonga* College Music Society National Conference | Javier Vinasco-Lei Wang, Washington Hilton, Washington, DC 

- **11/7/2024** *Sambeada* Mousai Quintet | Hatch Hall, Eastman School of Music, Rochester, NY 

- **11/13/2024** *Submerged* Kristiansand Symphony Chamber Ensemble | Panorama at Kunstsilo Museum, Kristiansand, Norway 

- **11/15/2024** *Barroqueada* Black Moon Trio | *Principal!* Album Release Concert, Fourth Presbyterian Church, Chicago, IL 

- **11/16/2024** *Conga* Springfield Symphony | Guillermo Figueroa, conductor, Springfield, MA 

- **11/18/2024** *Salon Buenos Aires* Ensemble Storstrøm | Frederik von Würden/Haslev Kirke, Haslev, Denmark 

- **11/20/2024** *Submerged* Kristiansand Symphony Ensemble | Meta Hansens Hus, Lillesand, Norway 

- **11/20/2024** *Clocks* Chanco/Chronos Ensemble | All Saints Episcopal Church, San Leandro, CA 

- **11/22/2024** *Blindfold Music* Windsync | Mary Irwin Theatre Rotary Centre, Kelowna, BC, Canada 

- **11/22/2024** *Torrential Raindance* / *Piano Rolls* / *Flute Sonata* / *Flautisima* / *Malambo* / *Silence* April Clayton-Aguila | Northwest Focus Live Concert, Classical KING FM Radio, Seattle, WA 

- **11/22/2024** *Summer Song* Duo Zyko | RioWinds International Music Festival, Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil 

- **11/23/2024** *Clocks* Chanco/Chronos Ensemble | Music at the Mission Mahuron Event House, Fremont, CA 

- **11/24/2024** *Torrential Raindance* / *Piano Rolls* / *Flute Sonata* / *Flautisima* / *Malambo* / *Silence* Clayton-Aguila | Pacific Lutheran University, Tacoma, WA 

- **11/25/2024** *Tango Trio* Max Bruch Trio | Festsaal Rathaus St. Johann, Saarbrücken, Germany 

- **11/27/2024** *Presto a Cuatro* Entrequatre Quartet | Gijon Philharmonic Series, Teatro Jovellanos, Gijón, Spain 

Thank you all for your continued support! I look forward to sharing my music with you on this incredible tour. 🎶

[parkerbombshell]

From Whispers To Screams - Session #111 // Chamber Pop (2)

Thursdays 11:00am-1pm EST bombshellradio.com #artpop #baroque pop #chamber pop #indiepop  Repeats Fridays 3am EST   1 The Certainty of Chance - The Divine Comedy 2 Valentine - Richard Hawley 3 Let's Pretend - Tindersticks 4 The Man Who Loved Beer - Lambchop 5 The Weeping Song - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 6 Trigo limpio - La Buena Vida 7 Dirty Dream Number Two - Belle and Sebastian 8 The Dark Is Rising - Mercury Rev 9 Drew - Goldfrapp 10 Ask Me No Questions - Bridget Saint John 11 I'll Keep It With Mine - Nico 12 Saturday Sun - Nick Drake 13 I Keep A Close Watch - John Cale 14 Yesterday When I Was Young - Marc Almond 15 Strange Weather - Marianne Faithfull  16 I Believe In You - Talk Talk 17 Crown Of Love - Arcade Fire 18 Red - Elbow 19 Deep As You Go - October Project 20 Memories are new III - The Nits 21 Have a Lucky Day - Morphine 22 The Possibilites - Micah P. Hinson 23 The Black Hawk War - Sufjan Stevens 24 Penguin Cafe Single - Penguin Cafe Orchestra 25 Speak Our Minds - The Innocence Mission 26 Buenas cosas mal dispuestas - La Buena Vida 27 Section 7 Hangin Around - The Polyphonic Spree Read the full article

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Join us on our Facebook page and upstairs in the Turrentine Room on July 8, 3:00 to 4:30 p.m., for a live performance from Nuojun Wang Duo!

About Nuojun Wang Duo:

Praised by critics as “a rising pianist who is truly passionate, sensitive, and musical”, Nuojun Wang has appeared as a soloist on concert stages throughout the United States, Austria, Netherlands, France and her native China. Nuojun Wang has performed in various well-known concert halls including Kleine Zaal, Concertgebouw at (Amsterdam), Solitär, Mozarteum (Salzburg), Salle Cortot (Paris), Newman Recital Hall (Los Angeles), Janette MacDonald Hall (Los Angeles), Seully Hall (Boston), to name a few.

Nuojun has been awarded prizes in many music competitions in Europe, US as well as China. She graduated from University of Southern California, Thornton School of Music, where she studied with Professor Bernadene Blaha. She previously obtained her bachelor degree from Boston Conservatory at Berklee under the guidance of American pianist Dr. Jonathan Bass. She currently maintains an active private piano teaching studio in Los Angeles.

Chinese-American violinist Strauss Shi is quickly establishing himself as one of the most exciting multi-instrumental artists today representing music of the east and west. Praised by American conductor Carl St.Clair as “a deeply probing musician who plays with passionate commitment and virtuosity” and a “rising star” by the late Maestro Michael Morgan, Strauss made his major debut with the Utah Symphony under the baton of Vladimir Kulenovic at the age of seventeen and has since then concertized in the United States, Europe and Asia. Strauss is a top prizewinner at numerous competitions including Gold Medal at the 3rd Berliner International Music Competition (2019), First Prize at the USC Thornton Concerto Competition (2018), Grand Prize at the Mondavi Center Young Artists Competition (2017), First Prize at the United States International Music Competition (2016), and Second Prize at the inaugural Siqing Lu Futian International Violin Competition (2016), among others.

Recent solo appearances include USC Thornton Symphony and Andrés Cárdenes, Downey Symphony Orchestra and Sharon Lavery across two seasons, Chamber Music Society of Colombo with Midori, and his debut with the Pacific Symphony at the invitation of Carl St.Clair in their Summer Series “Symphony in the Cities” in Mission Viejo, Segerstrom Center for the Arts, Musco Center, and Irvine across 10,000+ audiences to major acclaim. Recital highlights include sold-out debuts in San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York.

This event is presented by Friends of the Escondido Public Library.

[thehighlordofspring]

Tamlin was not a morning person. Waking up at the crack of dawn was less than ideal for the natural night owl. Even when he’d had enough sleep, he required at least two hours of solitude before feeling ready to speak to people in the mornings, but this morning he did not have a choice. 

Sun glared through the curtains and Tamlin glared back. Birds chirped in the nearby trees and he listened to their conversations, overhearing the local gossip. The birds themselves were struggling with an early riser, Millie the Mourning Dove, who began singing at three am everyday. 

A reluctant smile crept up Tamlin’s face as he listened to the social creatures chatter. He preceded them to people. He ditched his courtly duties and wandered out into the wild of Spring to find animals to talk to whenever possible. 

Tamlin reached for his faithful riding boots and shoved his feet into them, summoning his necessary provisions from around his chambers with smooth movements of his hands, as if conducting an invisible orchestra. The things obeyed him and settled neatly into his saddle bags. 

He strapped on his baldric and summoned his knives and other weapons from the void, surprised at how easily they appeared. Not long ago, simple magic like that had been quite a challenge. 

Tamlin finished and marched briskly down the back stairway, past the kitchen, where he helped himself to breakfast and packed a loaf of bread and some fruit in a canvas bag. After filling his canteen, he was off to the stables to meet Briar. 

He wished he had his mask, despite that the curse was over. He hated how vulnerable she made him feel. It was frustrating. It broke past his boundaries. The best thing he could do was keep quiet and hope this mission went smoothly. Once Caiden was rescued, he never had to speak to her again. 

Tamlin silently led two horses out of the stables, remaining eerily calm. 

Was she bouncing on her toes? 

By the cauldron — where did she get all that energy? 

He kept his head down and secured his saddle bags. “It’s a two day ride. I hope you like the quiet.” 

Safe and Sound | Tamlin & Briar @thehighlordofspring

Briar stirs awake as sunshine filters through the delicate curtains of her room. The scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth lingered in the air through a half open window. She stretches, feeling the cool silk sheets slide against her skin, and smiles to herself, humming with pleasure. It was cozy and peaceful here, in a way that always made her feel both at ease and restless--in a way she didn't know if she'd ever get used to.

Slipping out of bed, she dresses quickly in a simple, pale--bordering lime-- green gown that hugs her curves nicely and flows airily around her hips, perfect for the warmth of the morning, before padding softly across the wooden floor down the hall. The grand, sweeping staircase awaited her, sunlight spilling over the banister as she made her way down to the kitchen, where the promise of fresh bread and pastries beckoned her to start the day.

She smiles brightly and thanks Griffin, one of the cooks, as she nabs a slice of blueberry bread and wanders out to the garden, taking in the lightness of the clear day.

Today. Today is the day she saves her soul nephew; takes him home where he belongs. Today is the day she becomes...becomes a mother.

Gods, a mother.

Her nerves rush though her and she chews her food slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. And Tamlin...

She shakes her head, unable to stop the giddy laughter from escaping her as she waits for him.

Her husband. What a thought. Fake husband, obviously, but still. The idea is both absurd and exhilarating. Despite herself, it spreads a warmth through her, flushing her cheeks.

A familiar hum of power seems to surround her then, making the hair on her neck and arms stand on end. Tamlin. He's arrived for the journey across the wall.

She wonders what it will be like to be human again, even for a short time. If it will feel wholly different, or like becoming her true self again.

Turning toward the pulse of magic, she smiles brightly to greet him. "Good morning!", she chirps excitedly.

She lightly tosses her sheet of onyx hair behind her, freckles seeming to dance on her nose as the sun lights up her eyes, making them a paler blue than usual.

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

little things i never want to forget about the hargreeves:

all of them used to defy their father, sneak out to griddy’s, and in five’s own words “eat donuts until we puked. simpler times, eh?”

luther wrote poetry while he was on the moon, especially about comets

tom hopper and the UA crew have said that the scratches all over luther’s body were made by him. he couldn’t stand the loneliness, especially during that first year, and would often resort to harming himself as a way to vent his frustration

it’s also pretty likely that he's had body dysmorphia at one point or another

he also has a habit of stress eating

diego almost became a detective, but he dropped out because he wasn't good at following orders. he even went to police academy!!!

diego has the cross stitch grace made specifically for him on the wall of his basement apartment, and in a frame no less

he’s also a big-ass momma’s boy

and he’s the only one grace calls “silly” as a term of endearment

and he has a fear of needles due to getting that tattoo when they were kids (y’all know which one i’m talking about)

plus his stutter only comes out when he's under extreme emotional stress

and a close rewatch of 1X03 shows that his bedroom had an overflowing abundance of books so what if him and ben used to bond over that😭

allison speaks seven languages

she told her daughter about her siblings, and claire obviously knew them well enough that she was calling them "uncle” and “aunty,” and that last one is especially heartwarming because this was around the time that vanya’s book had just come out, and yet, allison--who has the option of never telling claire about her--still does, and even explains why she wasn’t allowed to go on missions

klaus was smoking blunts at fourteen

klaus was clutching dave’s dogtags right before five teleported all of them to the past

and i’ve noticed that he has a habit of doing that in general in season 2, especially when he’s feeling kind-of low, but sometimes it’s also an unconscious habit and that’s cute, too

klaus would write the things the dead would say to him, all over his bedroom wall

klaus has a habit of going barefoot whenever he’s at home

five was the only person vanya felt comfortable enough with to present new violin pieces to

five outright says that everything he’s done so far was to get back to his family and keep them safe

@me-evil-never​ wrote in the tags: “five has watched his family die/be dead like 3 times if i’m counting correctly (YES YOU ARE AND IT’S A PAINFUL FACT WE MUST ALL LIVE WITH), plus all he has ever done in his life since age 13 was to get back to them so he could spend time safely with them” and YES I AGREE why would you hide such an excellent point in the tags because, sometimes, even i forget that it’s only been two weeks for him, and they’re probably the roughest he’s had since being stuck in the apocalypse as an actual child, and idk about you guys, but i just really want to give five a big hug because lord knows he deserves needs it

allison used to paint klaus' nails during meals

and was apparently a daddy’s girl, though how one could become a “daddy’s girl” if the father in question was reginald hargreeves is beyond my capacity to understand

ben was reading chekhov as early as 14

ben was a bookworm, both in life and death

vanya had the smallest room

vanya openly called ben the kindest of their siblings in her book, and said that when he died, none of them had any more reason to stay

before he left, diego gave reggie a piece of his mind

all of them know how to dance

they all know how to speak and read greek (ancient fucking greek, as one of you oh-so-eloquently put it)

vanya knows how to speak russian and god knows how many other languages

(by this point i'm really convinced they're all multilingual and there just hasn't been an opportunity for them to utilize that yet)

she also has a mr. snuggles teddy bear

according to klaus, vanya used to cry when the others would step on ants as kids

klaus is pansexual

he also dated twins once (though i’m not sure if he dated one then the other or both at the exact same time)

and has mild claustrophobia from being locked up in mausoleums all the time as a child

diego swore a pinky promise with lila and called it “the pinkiest promise” he’d ever make, and even though he’s a hard-ass who won’t hesitate to cut anybody in half, he’s still at his gentlest when he’s around her and he doesn’t even try to hide it

off her meds, vanya got first chair and a solo on her first try (as a violinist in a professional orchestra, lemme tell you that this is no easy feat to do)

she also seemed to have an affinity for bach (again--not easy!!)

even though he was barely starting puberty, ben was smart enough to reprogram allison's teddy bear to say "luther smells dad's underwear."

upon possessing klaus for a few minutes in season 2, ben could be seen clutching various flowers and smelling them repeatedly

klaus can actually levitate in the comics

according to @valkerymillenia, ghost!ben once saved klaus' life in the comics after he overdosed on heroin yet again

both klaus and diego repeatedly tried to open the lock to vanya's old anechoic chamber and were absolutely furious when luther wouldn't let them

diego called elliott "one of ours" despite knowing him for all of a week and a half

he also calls herb “herbie,” calmed him down after accidentally drawing a weapon on him, and created a secret handshake with him, all within two hours tops of meeting him

if one really thinks about it, diego is actually good with people? and that makes sense because he left the academy as early as seventeen, and he would’ve had to talk to a lot of people just to make ends meet that first year alone, and even though reggie tried to squash that part of him down, he’s still a good person at heart, you go prince of pointy things, make us all proud

[santaclaralocalnews]

If you’ve been to any live performance recently, you’ve probably noticed that ticket prices have escalated. At the same time, performing groups started experimenting with a radical idea: making their performances accessible to everybody regardless of their ability to pay. Read more at svvoice.com.

[nkhrchuwuya]

black dress

bungou stray dogs | T | 822 words nakahara chuuya x reader/OC

chuuya isn’t infallible.

"do not, under any circumstances, fall for them."

mori's final words before he'd sent chuuya off to their port mafia jet rings cold in his head. chuuya's no amateur; he knows what he's going into, what's expected of him, and how far he's willing to go for a mission (before it's time to call for backup). mori had given him a week to do it; he's sure he'll be able to do it in three days at most. a discreet, low-profile murder is absolutely nothing on his list of tricks.

and that's what mori meant, right? for him not to fall for your tricks?

the spanish ballroom is something else. chuuya is used to grandeur and luxury back in yokohama, but there's something different when he's out in europe. a chamber orchestra is the room's centerpiece, playing magnificent music while the different guests socialize with one another.

chuuya is in the middle of it all, sipping colored water disguised as red wine.

oh he can't get drunk tonight, but he sure as hell will be enjoying a good fancy bottle as soon as he's back in that jet.

his eyes scan the room for his target. belonging to a different organization, even his reports didn't say what exactly you were to said organization. assassin? spy? an executive? all that he was working with was that you were highly dangerous and he should always keep his guard up.

not that he doesn't ever, but-

(suddenly, the sweet fragrance of roses wafts in, and he turns around to find a playful expression on your face.)

(oh, god, now he has an idea what he's working with.)

(a very good idea that goes straight to his dick.)

"good afternoon, sir," you say, looking through your bangs. he tries to focus by remembering that he knows what you're doing; making yourself look like you're less dangerous than you are. "you're an unfamiliar face. i saw you through the crowd and i had to say hello."

still, the attractive smirk that rises to his face is unintentional. a slip-up. "how gracious. i'm actually feeling a little out of place here." chuuya halts a passing waiter and picks up a glass for you. he passes it to you and you take it gracefully. chuuya wonders, for a moment, if you're already aware of the dance the both of you are doing. the scent of your floral perfume still leaves him heady.

you take a sip of your drink. "we certainly don't get a lot of japanese businessmen."

"none as charming as me, no?" chuuya teases.

you laugh; a twinkling sound. "none at all. but- forgive me- we haven't been properly introduced."

you step backward from him in a politeful stance, and it is only then that chuuya really gets to see you fully; the deep black of your dress, the slit along the side with just enough cloth around the thigh to conceal a dagger.

you look absolutely scrumptious. chuuya would like to tear your dress apart with that very dagger if he could.

but he mustn't. there are other things he ought to do with that dagger.

"others would call me nakahara... but for you, it's chuuya." you raise your hand to shake and he takes it in his to press a kiss to your knuckles instead.

you meet his smoldering gaze. "and i was told the japanese are the conservative type."

"i've always been told to be a little less... forward."

you tell him your name. which is the exact same name he saw in his report. it makes him wonder if it's your real name- or simply an identity you've made for yourself. even if it's for this moment alone, chuuya would like to think you'd bared him the truth.

"hopefully i'm not a bother, is there someone else you were hoping of meeting?" you ask.

chuuya shakes his head. "i think... i'd rather get to know you."

the two of you spend time in conversation, pausing only to flag a waiter for an appetizer or something similar. chuuya grips his fake-wine glass as tightly as he can, and turns down your question of "not a big drinker?" even if he so desperately wants to say he wants to taste the wine on your lips.

damn, he can fuck you and then kill you, right?

mori hadn't given him any orders otherwise.

"well, i think it's about time for me to exit this little gathering," you say after what seems like hours. when chuuya looks out the windows, the haze of late afternoon has turned into early evening. "i suppose you're busy tonight?"

he raises an eyebrow, interested. "is there anywhere you'd like to be accompanied to?"

you smirk, a mirror of the look he'd given you today. "oh, places, chuuya. places." you take two steps away from him and turn around, an irresistible off-shoulder look.

well, one night with you wouldn't mean "falling"... right?

[jordanianroyals]

25 October 2022: Queen Rania attended a fundraising dinner for Mentor Arabia in Amman in the presence of Queen Silvia of Sweden, President of Mentor International, and Prince Turki bin Talal bin Abdulaziz, Chairman of Mentor Arabia.

Held under the patronage of Queen Rania, the fundraiser supported Mentor Arabia's work in the field of youth empowerment, with proceeds going toward the implementation of its awareness and prevention programs and projects in Jordan and the Arab World. The event was attended by more than 450 guests from around the world, including several members of the Royal Family and a number of ministers and diplomats operating in Jordan.

Mentor Arabia, a regional branch of Mentor International, is a non-governmental organization that aims to empower children and youth to lead healthy lives and make sound decisions. Established in 2006, Mentor Arabia opened its official Jordanian office earlier this month. (Source: Petra)

Speaking at the event, Her Majesty Queen Silvia expressed her delight at the establishment of the Mentor Jordan chapter. She also praised Mentor Arabia's work developing the capacities of children and youth to prevent them from engaging in risky behaviors such as drug, alcohol, and tobacco use, stressing the organization’s efforts to improve youth mental health through awareness programs.

In his remarks, His Royal Highness Prince Turki bin Talal bin Abdulaziz presented highlights from Mentor Arabia’s 15-year journey, through which the organization has provided opportunities for Arab children and youth to develop their self-confidence and confront all forms of risky behaviors.

Mentor Arabia Executive Director, Thuraya Ismail, emphasized the organization’s mission, saying, "The essence of everything we do is to make a positive impact on the lives of children and youth through our targeted awareness programs and our effective partnerships with governments, the private sector, international organizations, media and academic institutions, and others."

The event included the announcement of the winners of the third edition of the Mentor Arabia Youth Social Entrepreneurs Award, in partnership with Zain Jordan, Al Jude for Scientific Care, and the Netherlands-based TUI Care Foundation, which spotlights youth achievements in the fields of humanitarian and social development. In collaboration with the Crown Prince Foundation, the award winners will offer mentoring sessions to their Jordanian peers, aiming to inspire and motivate them to give back to their communities.

Hosted by media personality Rabia Al-Zayyat, the fundraiser included performances by Lebanese musician Michel Fadel, Egyptian Singer Abu, Jordanian singer Nadine Tayseer, and French artist Dieze, accompanied by the Amman Chamber Orchestra.

Mentor Arabia is a regional branch of Mentor International, a global non-governmental organization established by Queen Silvia of Sweden in 1994, with national chapters in Europe and the United States.

In partnership with the Ministry of Health, Mentor Arabia has collaborated with the Royal Health Awareness Society on its Generations Protected initiative, spreading awareness on protecting children and youth from the dangers of addiction.

[shywhumpauthor]

The Prince of a Bloodstained Game Part 1

So this is my first official story post! There isn’t really any whump in this one, it’s more of a set up for the main story. 

Masterlist

CW: planned assassination (never attempted), kinda creepy whumper, ballroom setting, royal whumper, upcoming death mention (of a minor character), secret agent whumpee, discovered, vague threats, fantasy timeline, kinda fantasy world (more world building to come, obviously)

Through a sea of formal wear and cheerful voices, an agent slid through the crowd, a glass of champagne held delicately in their gloved hand. They wore a navy suit, perfectly tailored to fit their body, while keeping the knife tucked up their sleeve concealed, its blade freshly sharpened.  

Their target was in sight.

Prince Leonidas Steinhan, the son of King Phineas, and heir to the Krasian throne. He looked just like he had in the picture they had been shown prior to the mission. From the neat black hair, slicked back with a golden gem-encrusted crown perched atop itm to the flirtatious glint in his eyes and the playful smirk on his lips as he talked to some girl with long red curls, and one of the least modest dresses they had ever seen. 

Their plan was simple. Get him alone. Kill him. Get out. They had completed tougher missions before. They didn’t have much time either, it had to happen tonight. King Phineas was on his deathbed, he would be gone in a week. If Leonidas was sworn in, there would be nothing they could do. He would be inaccessible.

Too late, they realized they had been staring. His eyes flicked up, and met theirs. The tips of their ears went red, and they looked away. Shit, he’d definitely seen them. They took a breath, steeling their nerves, before stealing another glance. The prince had left his conversation, and was coming their way. 

They quickly prepared themselves, both physically and mentally, the blade feeling like ice against the skin of their forearm. 

“Excuse me,” A voice pulled their attention, as they whipped around. How had the prince managed to get behind them? He had been walking straight towards them-

“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the ballroom. I was wondering if you would like to share the next dance?” He extended a hand. This was perfect. They knew the prince wasn’t very picky when it came to his… partners, whether it was on the dance floor or in his chambers. They could act as if they were just another party-goer, only interested in a one-night stand.

The agent quickly bowed, dipping their head in respect to the man. “It would be an honor,” They straightened, forcing a smile as they lightly placed their hand in the prince’s, handing off their glass of champagne to a passing servant. They felt their stomach twist in disgust. Tales they had heard of war crimes and torture rang through their ears as he led them to the dance floor. The two took their positions as the orchestra began to play. 

They couldn’t hear anything over the blood pounding in their ears, heart threatening to beat out of their chest as they twirled in step with the prince, perfectly in time with the other couples. 

“I know everyone here,” The prince murmured offhandedly, expression faraway, his grip on their hand tightening ever so slightly. “But I don’t know you.”

“I’m from a kingdom up north,” They lied. “I’m on my way to visit my grandparents. They live by the coast.” 

“How sweet of you,” He offered a small smile, and they felt bile begin to rise in their throat. They were dancing with a torturer, a murderer who had slaughtered entire kingdoms without so much as a second thought. A man who had tortured his own soldiers at just the mere suspicion that they were working for an enemy. “What’s your name?”

“Harlow,” This time, it wasn’t a lie. 

“Harlow,” He repeated, as if testing it out. “That’s a unique name. It fits you.” 

“Thank you,” They replied, though unsure if it was a compliment or not.  

“Pretty name for a pretty little spy,” He continued in the same wistful tone, eyes flicking to meet theirs. It felt as if they were looking into two small oceans, a tide that could drag them below the surface, further and further until the last bits of air left their lungs, and they could no longer see the surface...

“Excuse me?” Harlow whispered as the song came to an end, but the prince did not release their hands. They felt something cold spread through their chest, creeping down their spine, and making their hair stand on end.

“I know everyone who sets foot over the border line. No one gets into this kingdom unless I want them in.” Something glinted in his eyes. “You think no one, not even my guards, would notice that little knife up your sleeve?”

Now Harlow was desperate, trying to pull away from the man, but his grip had moved from their hands to their wrists, keeping them locked in place. People had begun to look, the light chatter that had filled the ballroom slowly dying as eyes turned to look at them. 

The two guards that flanked the door had left their posts, making their way through the crowd, armor clanking noisily.

“Such a pretty face,” Leonidas whispered. “It's a shame no one outside these walls will ever see it again.”

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I’m going to be honest, I was really nervous about posting this. I know it’s a bit early in the story, but if anyone has name suggestions, I’d love to know!

[poeticruin]

the things about me post: a short trailer for the mysterious bookworm wannabe - moi

dark academia is my religion, my lifestyle, my everything; a close second is evil gothic academia

fav books include The Secret History, If We Were Villains, A Little Life and The Book Thief

i'm in love with abstract art

my spiritual animal is a dead granny buried in a happy cemetery

making it my life mission to embed Corpse Bride, The Addams Family and everything related to vampires into my personality

i can talk about poetry, quotes & basically, literature, all day

the outer space mesmerizes me, astronomy amazes me and i am always down for stargazing

i sometimes write

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson and The secret history by The Chamber Orchestra of London are the main songs I obsessively play on repeat

winter is my favorite season (Henry Winter too, hehe)

the quotes i'm dedicating myself to is "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." — Dr. Seuss & "I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive." — Donna Tartt

another honorable mention would be: fuck this shit i'm out

i guess that's it but feel free to ask me anything your heart secretly desires <3

[kunstpause-archive]

Wip Wednesday

Thank you @starsandskies and @noire-pandora for tagging me!

I’ve sat these out for a while bc I barely was on tumblr, but have a little from an upcoming chapter of Death and the Maiden

Solus enters the senate session as a decorated war hero with more triumphs under his belt in his short career than others can boast about after decades. He speaks, and every soul present listens, hanging on his lips as he talks of change, of progress and wealth. He takes the floor, a soldier among politicians, but they revere him for his words as much as they are in awe of his deeds. There is an uproar when his speech culminates in a demand for a sudden vote - but the noises going through the senate chambers are those of affirmation and enthusiasm. Solus steers the public reaction like a conductor of an orchestra. He decides the tempo, the pacing and the volume. He lets people speak at the perfect moments, adds their voices to his chorus like they belong there.

Irene watches from the sides, mesmerized to see how he gives everyone their cue and they simply start dancing to his tune.

When the time for the vote comes, it is nearly unanimous, and Irene has no doubt Solus remembers the face of every single person against him behind his benevolent smile. He entered the stage as a man with a simple mission and a daring proposal - but he leaves it now holding the power over an entire nation in his hands, power freely handed over by those elected to govern. And they gave it to him with a smile and a happy heart, Irene realizes. Solus has turned himself into a dictator over the course of little more than two hours, and all it took him was a resounding victory and a few well-placed words to make nearly everyone else in the room think it was a natural progression, an idea born out of their own volition.

He staged the perfect, non-violent coup while the people cheer and thank him for it, and as he smiles at her across the room Irene knows that this can’t possibly be the end. That a man like him has higher aims still, goals she is yet unaware of. Just as she knows that, whatever they are, they are only a matter of time.

Solus van Galvus has just taken over the entire Republic of Garlemald, becoming it’s sole ruler under thunderous applause. And in the wake of his ascension there is no one left to challenge him anymore.

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