#the deadly sonata

[viceconnor21]

Soul Keeper Aka Mumza (Kristin)

Minecraft x My Little Pony AU

Personality traits (short version):

Goddess of Death

Guides souls to the correct afterlife

physical form stuck in the dimension between life and death (the void/her kingdom)

wants to help the souls stuck in limbo, trapped in prisons of their minds where even she can't reach them but is not always successful, as the souls can only help themselves

motherly love for all living things

related to the Goddesses of the sun, moon, and sun.

ancient being

bat pony

time is relative (no day and night cycle)

Loving husband visits her in his dreams

She likes to make him tea

giant lady

when seen in the overworld, it is only part of her consciousness

fell in love with Crow for his kind heart

Husband- Crow Keeper Youngest son/only bio child- Tripwire Middle son- Day Shaker oldest son- Note Weaver/ Final Sonata Frienemy- Anarchy Reign (the God of War)

Backstory: Soul loved her job. How could she not, being a Goddess did have certain advantages. Though she did miss the sun and does get lonely from time to time. Unlike her cousins, the Goddesses of the Sun and the Moon, she could not spend her time in the mortal realm, instead stuck in the place between life and death. Not the overworld nor the netherworld. And still, the purple light of the Kingdom of Limbo still brought her down some days. Today especially, she could not get the wailing of the lost souls out of her skull. It wasn’t like there were thousands of lost souls in limbo. She wouldn’t be a good Death Goddess if there was. But sometimes she was unable to reach a soul after death. It was rare but for unknown reasons, sometimes no matter what she tried the soul was trapped, isolated in that unbreakable prison. Truly a fate worse than death. Other times, no matter how long she followed the cries, she could never find them. And well, creatures were always dying and it was her job to lead them through limbo. She was just glad she was not one of the ones who judged souls. That was too much pressure. In her eyes, a life a life, and a soul a soul. However, she still played the most important role in the afterlife. Just getting some souls through limbo could be a struggle. There were plenty of creatures and demons that would love to snack on an unprotected soul. And she took pride in her job. However, the business of death was not always pure and wholesome, and “circle of life” crap. It could be hard on her motherly heart. On days like this, after her shift of guiding the souls to their respective afterlives, she just needed a break. She trotted down to the banks of the Styx. The inky black water shimmered and reflected the purple and green light of the large luminous gems and crystals growing out of the ground and from the cliffs. Soul Keeper was grateful that a portion of the Styx’s warm waters ran through her territory. She specially built her castle on this cliffside so it was only a short walk to a cozy blend in the river. She waded into the water, and let the water ease the tension in her shoulders. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Yes, her job could be difficult but tonight in only a couple of hours she had a date with her husband. While he was in the mortal realm, under the right conditions, he could visit her realm in his sleep. Tonight is one of those nights. Even better still, it was their anniversary and She could not wait to see his smiling face.

Soul Keeper is the six-winged Alicorn Goddess of Death. She guides the souls of the dead from the living plane to their final rest in the underworld. She is a caring being that does what she can to make the transition for the spirit easier. He also protects the spirit against harm in limbo. Legends tell of a ghostly vision that can be seen after a deadly battle or disaster of a terrifying yet motherly specter dressed in purple and gold.

Many mortal creatures know of the tender being that guides you to the afterlife but don’t actually know who she is. That is all except the hippogriff, Crow Keeper, who is in fact married to the Goddess.

Crow and Soul do not exist in the same realm. Crow can see and speak to his love only in his dreams or sometimes in a meditative state. She can send messages to him through the birds that follow Crow Keeper around. When Crow married his wife he became immortal to the point where he does not age and illness can’t seek him. However, Crow can still die by accident or injury. When he does, Soul Keeper will finally embrace him and they will rule limbo together.

In addition, in her truest form, she is a giant goddess with immense power, however, she usually appears to souls only slightly larger on average. She likes to take on the role of maternal figure to the lonely. When not guiding new souls through limbo, she spends her time searching for lost souls in her kingdom. Sometimes she is successful and can free them from their personal hellscape to bring them to the proper afterlife. Souls that become unreachable by the goddess usually experience a traumatizing action upon death or through dark actions in life that corrupts the spirit. The soul can sometimes recover while others do not. Soul Keeper weeps for those she cannot save.

Soul Keeper thinks it is funny that no creature believes her husband about her existence. Crow Keeper is constantly trying to find a way for Soul to enter the living realm. So far, however, Crow has only found a complex ritual that allows Soul to visit the mortal realm by possessing his body.

The God of War, Anarchy Reign, also knows the Goddess personally but Crow doesn’t know that.

P.s. If you made it this far- I did make this design last year, but I am not looking to redesign this one. In addition, I'm not a writer so I apologize for grammar or spelling errors.

[i-think-im-rarity]

Well, darn. Unless someone knows a convenient devil-banishing spell I think this may be a dead end for now. Well, in terms of less immediately deadly threats, what did Sonata mean by "too"? Who else does she know of under this kind of control?

Mod Edit: His text doesn't quite fit the boxes, so for those that don't want to listen to audio:

Heh. While “Sonatas’s” “Sisters” calm her down, I’ll answer your question.

Most everything here is controlled by ME. There are few free spirits, and what ones exist, I intend to keep under mine control.

Sonata. Well, she and her sisters realized this truth around them. What harm is there in hurting a few dolls.

But, just like every other doll, they didn’t realize they’re a part of the playset too.

[gabykatttt]

The Dazzlings vs Velvet and Veneer

Pt 1

This is all your fault Sonata Aria said looking at her sister with deadly eyes.

Nah uh it’s toast your fault Aria Sonata said sticking her tongue out.

Why did I sign for this? Adagio thought being annoyed by her sisters argument.

Oh yeah you’re the fucking worst Aria said crossing her arms.

And you’re a- Sonata was cut off by their older sister.

Will you two shut up it’s giving a damn headache Adagio said letting out a growl of anger.

Sorry Dagi but Aria fucking started Sonata said.

Why you little- Aria was cut off and bumped into someone.

Enough Adagio snapped.

Sorry Sonata and Aria said.

Good now come on we need to find an exit Adagio said. Sonata and Aria nodded in agreement.

The girls began to walk to find their exit from the forest.

Few hours later

Ugh I hate walking this much Sonata said whining.

Oh suck it up Sonata Aria said rolling her eyes of annoyance.

Adagio stopped and spotted an unexpected place.

Where the hell are we? Aria asked looking at the buildings.

Sonata looked around and confused that is not their world.

Idk maybe heaven Sonata said stupidity.

Adagio looked at the sign and it read Mount Rageous.

Well girls looks like we’re in Mount Rageous Adagio said looking at the view.

Say what now Sonata said looking at the roads and the building.

Why the fuck would we be in Mount Rageous? Aria asked.

Idk but let’s check it out shall we Adagio said walking towards the city.

Sonata and Aria followed.

This should be interesting Sonata said to herself.

Don’t worry girls we’ll find our way home I promise Adagio said.

Okay Dagi Sonata said smiling.

Whatever Aria said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

Oh cut your shit Aria Sonata said rolling her eyes.

Shut up Aria said ignoring Sonata.

@simplydannie @once-ler-ask-blog153 @sweetgirl15161819 @brozonelovergirl hope you guys like it I came up with this idea for this crossover story.

[complicitsacrilege]

A Tag Thing!

Tagged by @pinkestpigglet - thank youuuu!

Current time: 1:58 am

Current mood: neutral? tired? bored? not really sure but not much of anything.

Current activity: writing a reply to a Seth/Fareed RP with a friend. And procrastinating bedtime again.

Currently thinking about: don't really have a lot on my mind at the moment except that I want to play my violin but it is 2 in the morning. 🥲

Current favorite song: god okay I can't pick just one, so here, have a mini playlist.

Recuerdos De La Alhambra - performed by Andrés Segovia STUNNING. FLAWLESS. MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME.

Quiet as a Rat - Amigo the Devil

Don't Save Me - Chxrlotte

The Curse of Elkhart by Murder by Death this band is probably one of my top 5 faves

Pyre - Son Lux

You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth - Meat Loaf classic - also the Loustat vibe is on point

Cello Sonata No. 3 in A Minor RV 43 - Vivaldi my fave song to play on any instrument

And When I Die - The Heavy put this shit on blast tbh

You Belong to Me - Cat Pierce the Armand vibes of this are IMMACULATE

And if you're really in it, Symphony No. 5 - Dmitri Shostakovich directed by Bernstein is my favorite Symphony by any composer. (the Solti directed version is also great! But in either case, movement 4 is the most fun imo, but the whole thing is great if you have an hour to listen. Honestly I could just watch Bernstein conduct all day and be happy)

Currently reading:

Reread of Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis

Nailbiter vol 1

Well Traveled - Jen DeLuca

An Inheritance of Monsters - Cate Corvin

Shubeik Lubeik by Deena Mohamed

Pretty Deadly vol 1

Listening to the Killer Psyche podcast

Currently watching: uhh... I'm not really watching anything? Tbh I don't really watch a lot of TV. But I am replaying Untitled Goose Game and started playing Killer Frequency!

Current favorite character: Armand, as always. But also Lestat, Seth, and Fareed. I can't pick just one (this is a trend, if you haven't noticed)

Current WIPs: screenplays for a tv series a friend and I are writing, several sketches, a few crochet things (including socks, friend's holiday presents, an amigurumi dog, and a granny square blanket)

Tagging: @isabellehemlock @translouisdpdl @0nelittlebirdtoldme @dark-gift @argyleheir if y'all wanna do a thing

or if anyone else wants to do a thing, go for it!

[robynthinks]

This is the dancefloor edition of my Best of mix series this year. Expect breakbeats, dubstep, jungle, footwork and all inbetween.

01 Posij - B-Boy Sonata '99 02 Fixate - Conundrum 03 Sein - Planet masoko (Sein Edit) 04 Propah Ganda - On The Floor 05 Louis y2k - Warehouse (Jungle Mix) 06 Jah Beer - Gwaan 07 DJ Rashad - In Da Club (Waffles Kru Version) 08 Danny Scrilla - Or U 09 Settle Down, Lovely - The Ride 10 Kwake - Ill Type Sound 11 Bianca Oblivion, Onhell - Sinais (The Glitch Mob Remix) 12 Metafloor - Hydration Check 13 Paige Julia, Tali - 233 14 Merky ACE - Pavement Pizza (Klasey Jones Remix) 15 Madam X, Cartridge - Hoodlum FC 16 Interplanetary Criminal - Races (feat. Blanco) 17 Former - Turnhand 18 Braille - Cloud Monger (Bodhi Remix) 19 DJ Pooch - Hypnotising 20 DJ Physical - Midnight Marauder 21 JONDOE - Money Breaks Trees 22 Dom Dolby - Synchronised Sippin' 23 Jersey - Talk Tonight 24 Amadeezy - Da Summa (feat. Louie Lanka) 25 Sam Binga, Fracture - I Jus Wanna 26 Tyga - Booty Dancer (Ask Me Anything Flip) 27 Sir Hiss, Manga Saint Hilare - Don't Mix Me 28 Arkham Sound - Elseworlds 29 MRJay - Deathwish 30 Wise & Deadly - I Get Live 31 Cheff The Boy - Quiero Bailar 32 DJ Manny - Escape Reality 33 Yunna - White Crown 34 Itoa - I like the way you kiss me edit 35 Frenquency - Make It 36 Amadeezy - Le Juke L'Amour (RAPRAVE Redux) 37 Rohaan - El Conde 38 MOREOFUS - Menace 39 POLO LILLI - GB Brass 40 Cheetah & Janaway - Touch Me 41 FTL - Call Of The Sea 42 DJ Terrace - Slippin' Time 43 Paige Julia - Nostalgia 44 Otik - Cloud Runner 45 Bruk, Limmz - Circa '14 46 XXXX In Stereo - A1 47 joshi - magnolia jungle fix 48 Sorza - Does It Hurt Me 49 Borisson - For The Better 50 Alix Perez - R2R 51 Coffee Shop Jungle - Magnify 52 Fred again.., Anderson .Paak & CHIKA - Places To Be

[theloniousbach]

A TALE OF TWO WEEKENDS

CYRUS CHESTNUT with Herman Bundy and Kelton Norris, JAZZ ST LOUIS, 10 OCTOBER 2024 via YouTube

CYRUS CHESTNUT with Stacy Dillard, Gerald Cannon, and Chris Beck, SMOKE JAZZ CLUB, 19 OCTOBER 2024, 9 pm

I deeply regret not being able to go to Jazz St Louis to see CYRUS CHESTNUT, one of the very top pianists in my pantheon, as his one of the shows in the season I most looked forward to. Now, that very gig was the one the club streamed, so I got to see the show, just not in the room. I also found solace on the trip to New York to see our son in seeing Bill Charlap with Noriko Ueda at Mezzrow’s where I stream so many sets. I was able to have my carrot cake (the next dessert on my JStL list) and eat it too.

Having these two different related sets, let me see a trajectory in Chestnut’s evolution not even present in a mid-September solo gig also available on YouTube. He is digging into serious composers, in St Louis reprising Satie’s Gymnopedie #1 and then a Chopin Prelude (Op 28, No 20, “modulated up a fourth [from C minor] and given some blues]. At Smoke it was Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. To his credit, he plays the develops the themes of the compositions on their own terms fully and only then equally inventively jams them out. I’ve seen Ted Rosenthal syncopate a Rachmaninoff melody; Adam Birnbaum use Bach Preludes as jumping off places for jazz recompositions; and Dan Tepfer’s Goldberg Variations Variations. But those references are hard to track whereas Chestnut plays European and African American equally well.

Further I think it’s no accident that he follows the European pieces with Ellington. In a Mellotone AND In a Sentimental Mood AND Caravan as the home stretch in St Louis but “only” In a Sentimental Mood at Smoke. Those of course all swung hard in the usual ways, but they too are “above average compositions” to borrow Philip Ewell’s phrase (with some sarcasm in support of the point I think he wanted to make). In a Sentimental Mood was caressed both times; Caravan was a nice showcase for Kelton Norris who there and throughout the night was low key but deadly effective.

The Smoke set opened with four of his own compositions. I was most struck with the relatively new Shanti that benefited from Stacy Dillard’s soprano sax. I didn’t immediately place it as Indian as I heard Moorish/Middle Eastern elements too. Soul Food sounded Benny Golsonish; In Search of a Quiet Place might have been a Stevie Wonder pop song; and Dillard’s tenor evoked the ballad style of John Coltrane (not sheets of sound, that is) on Autumn Song. At the Bistro he played My Friend Bill for, well, his friend Bill Cortland who was in the audience; it was patient and pretty.

Whatever launching pad, Chestnut’s playing has, by turns, Oscar Peterson’s relentless power and intricacy and, equally, a quietly delicate sophistication. There are riches that put him in this top tier.

As he did before at the Bistro he put the piano in the middle of the stage with Norris’ kit behind him and Herman Bundy’s bass at his left shoulder. At Smoke the piano was stage right with bass and sax in the middle and kit to the left. Also here he had gloves on as he made his introductory remarks. Certainly his fingers were limber and warm right out of the gate.

I knew Gerald Cannon and Chris Beck and they made a strong New York rhythm section, smart and crisp. Cannon, like Bundy (out of DC via North Carolina) too, is a strong player who doesn’t get lost when Chestnut roars. Dillard was a welcome addition at Smoke with a dry melodic tone that was more than a condiment but I was there for a main course of Cyrus Chestnut which led to the gluttony of watching these shows on successive nights.

https://www.youtube.com/live/6fBOoyh3tXE?si=Xsb5CG93GxSL664h

[eurofox]

Eurofox's top 100 games

I saw a really bad one by some reddiitors or 4channers or something so here's mine.

Not really in order outside the top 10 and it's heavily biased toward playstation as that's what I have. I don't care about critics I had fun with these and some had great stories. Some definitely wouldn't hold up now (especially DS games that have had servers shut down..)

Control (with dlc chapters)

Okami

The world ends with you DS

Silent hill 3

SOMA

Project zero (or fatal frame for yanks)

Odin Sphere (remake)

Oblivion

Resident evil 2 remake

Yakuza 0

Abe's odyssey (remake)

13 sentinels: Aegis Rim

Silent hill

Crash bandicoot 2

Judgment

Disco Elysium

Sonic mania

Silent hill 2

Project zero 2

stardew valley

Shadow of the colossus

Spyro 2

Animal crossing wild world

Pokemon diamond (you had to be there in 2007 and be 13)

Medal of honor frontline

Warioland 4

Alan Wake

Resident evil village

Resident evil 7

Tombraider 2

Yakuza 2 kiwami

Tombraider

Horizon zero dawn

Columns crown GBA

SSX 2000

DBZ Tenkaichi 3

Crash bandicoot

Spyro

Mario 64 DS

Mario and luigi partners in time

The turing test

Cloudpunk

Project zero 5

Yakuza kiwami

Lost Judgement

Hotel Dusk

Mario kart DS (again, had to be there)

Harvest moon DS

Get Even

Observer (do not play this if you have seizures holy fuck)

Medievil remake

Visage

Warioware Wii

Skyrim

Project zero 4

Yakuza 6

Someday you'll return

Sonic 3 and knuckles

Sonic rush adventure

yakuza 5

Sonic advance 2

Sonic advance 3

Sonic advance

Valkyrie profile 2- Silmeria

NEO the world ends with you

Crash team racing

Tombraider 4

ICO

Trauma Centre DS

Yakuza infinite wealth

Dino Crisis

Dr robotniks mean bean machine

Sonic generations

yoshi's island gba

detroit: become human

yakuza 3

professor layton; curious village

we love katamari

fallout 3

super mario 3

rayman legends

LA Noire

Wolfenstein the Old blood

yakuza 4

Resident evil 4

Amnesia

Ghosthunter

star wars battlefront 2

fallout 4

wolfenstein the new order

Deadly premonition

the last guardian

hotel dusk: the last window

rayman revolution

Eternal sonata

Mirrors edge catalyst

mirrors edge

Deliver us the moon

the vanishing of ethan carter

yakuza like a dragon

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Carla Bley: The Top 25 icons in Jazz history

Carla Bley: The Top 25 pearls in Jazz historyCarla Bley: a life in MusicSubscribe & download the best scores and sheet music transcriptions from our Library.Carla Bley Big Band - Festival de Jazz de Paris 1988Track ListPersonnelBrowse in the Library:

Carla Bley: The Top 25 pearls in Jazz history

One of the finest and most productive of all female jazz instrumentalists, bandleaders and composers is Carla Bley. From her sprawling jazz opera Escalator Over The Hill to her arrangements for Charlie Haden’s Liberation Music Orchestra, and from her Big Carla Bley Band to her trio with saxophonist Andy Sheppard and bassist Steve Swallow, she has made her mark on all sizes of composition and ensemble. This ten-piece band toured in the 1980s and catches her iconoclastic reworking of gospel and big band jazz.

Carla Bley: a life in Music

Carla Bley (born Lovella May Borg, May 11, 1936) is an American jazz composer, pianist, organist and bandleader. An important figure in the free jazz movement of the 1960s, she is perhaps best known for her jazz opera Escalator over the Hill (released as a triple LP set), as well as a book of compositions that have been performed by many other artists, including Gary Burton, Jimmy Giuffre, George Russell, Art Farmer, John Scofield and her ex-husband Paul Bley. Every jazz fan knows the name of Carla Bley, but her relentless productivity and constant reinvention can make it difficult to grasp her contribution to music. I began listening to her in high school when I was enamored with the pianist Paul Bley, whose seminal nineteen-sixties LPs were filled with Carla Bley compositions. (The two were married.) My small home-town library also had a copy of “The Carla Bley Band: European Tour 1977,” a superb disk of rowdy horn soloists carousing through instantly memorable Bley compositions and arrangements. Some pieces change you forever. The deadly serious yet hilarious “Spangled Banner Minor and Other Patriotic Songs,” from that 1977 recording, celebrates and defaces several nationalistic themes, beginning with the American national anthem recast as Beethoven’s “Appassionata” Sonata. From the first notes onward, I was never quite the same again. The novelist and musician Wesley Stace has a similar story: “Aged sixteen, and full only of rock and pop music, I came upon Carla Bley by chance through a Pink Floyd solo project, Nick Mason’s ‘Fictitious Sports,’ which I only bought because the vocals were by my favorite singer, Robert Wyatt, once of Soft Machine. It’s a Carla Bley album in all but name: her songs embellished with brilliant and witty arrangements. I wanted to hear more. ‘Social Studies’ (also from 1981) thus became the first jazz album I ever bought, opening up a whole world I knew nothing about. ‘Utviklingssang’ is perfect, all gorgeous melody and abstraction, no words required. She’s everything I want from instrumental music.”

In the last half decade, many of Bley’s remaining peers from the early years have died: Paul Bley, Charlie Haden, Roswell Rudd, Ornette Coleman, Paul Motian. At eighty-two, Bley is still composing and practicing the piano every day. But it also felt like it was high time to rent a car, visit a hero, and try to get a few stories on the official record. Bley and her partner, the celebrated bassist Steve Swallow (and another living link to the revolutionary years of jazz) live in an upstate compound tucked away near Willow, New York. When I drove up, Bley and Swallow were just coming back from their daily walk through the woodland. Their lawn boasts an old oak tree and a massive chain-link dinosaur made by Steve Heller at Fabulous Furniture, in nearby Boiceville. The home offers enough room for two powerful artists and their personal libraries, not to mention striking paintings by Dorothée Mariano and Bill Beckman. Bley’s upstairs study is stocked with hundreds of her scores and an upright piano, on which she played me her latest opus, a sour ballad a bit in the Monk tradition, with just enough unusual crinkling in the corners to prevent it from being too square. When we sat down to talk, Bley proved to be witty and surreal, just like her music. (Swallow is the house barista and fact checker.) Bley’s early development as an independent spirit is well documented in the excellent 2011 book “Carla Bley,” by Amy C. Beal. I began a little further along, and asked her about Count Basie in the late nineteen-fifties. “Count Basie was playing at Birdland, Basin Street, and the Jazz Gallery when I was working as a cigarette girl,” she said. “I got to hear him more than anyone else, and it was an education.” Basie is still her favorite pianist: “He’s the final arbiter of how to play two notes. The distance and volume between two notes is always perfect.” At the end of the decade, her husband, an associate of Charles Mingus, Ornette Coleman, and Sonny Rollins, wanted to play more as a trio pianist but lacked material. One day Paul Bley came to Carla and said, “I need six tunes by tomorrow night.” There’s an obvious thread of European classical music in early Bley compositions, and this fit perfectly with the sixties jazz avant-garde. Ornette Coleman’s “Lonely Woman” is closer to a Mahler dirge than to Duke Ellington; Charles Mingus gave a deconstructed blues composition the European-style catalogue number “Folk Forms No. 1.” Many of Bley’s own pieces from that era have atonal gestures and abstract titles like “Ictus” and “Syndrome.” Among the many musicians listening carefully was Keith Jarrett, who told me that Paul Bley was, “Sort of like Ahmad with certain kinds of drugs.” Ahmad Jamal’s biggest hit was the D-major dance “Poinciana,” a bland old standard given immortality by Jamal’s rich jazz harmony and the drummer Vernel Fournier’s fresh take on a New Orleans second-line beat. Paul Bley’s recordings of Carla’s famous melody “Ida Lupino” have a G-major dance with a new kind of surreal perspective. When comparing “Poinciana” and “Ida Lupino” back to back, Jarrett’s comment—“certain kinds of drugs”—makes sense. However, while Ahmad Jamal had to use plenty of imagination when rescoring “Poinciana,” Paul Bley just needed to get the paper from his wife and read it down: Bley’s piano score of “Ida Lupino,” with inner voices and canonic echoes, is complete. Like many jazzers, I first heard of the film-noir icon Ida Lupino thanks to Bley’s indelible theme. I finally got to ask her about the title. “I just saw a few movies she did, and I thought she was sort of stripped and basic,” Bley said. “She didn’t have all the sex appeal that a female star should have. She was sort of serious. Maybe I felt a bond with her for that reason. I wanted to be serious. It wasn’t anything to do with her being the first female director. I learned that later.” Another significant early Bley work is “Jesus Maria,” first recorded by Jimmy Giuffre with Paul Bley and Steve Swallow for Verve, in 1961. Among the listeners inspired by this trio was Manfred Eicher, who reissued these recordings for ECM, in 1990. The reissue leads off with the rather classical “Jesus Maria,” where the pretty notes seem to suspend in the air, suggesting the famous “ECM sound” several years before the label was founded. I asked Eicher about Bley’s early compositions and he said, “There are so many of them, each as well crafted as pieces by Satie or Mompou—or Thelonious Monk for that matter. Carla belongs in that tradition of radical originality.” Bley was a radical, but she also sought structure. She told me about the early-sixties avant-garde: “In free playing, everybody played as loud as they could and as fast as they could and as high as they could. I liked them, but there was also what Max Gordon said about a bunch of guys screaming their heads off: ‘Call the pound.’ I think the music needed a setting. Just as it was, I thought free jazz needed work.” A key turned in the lock when Bley heard the roiling, church-inspired experimental tenor saxophonist Albert Ayler, who she says was, “Maudlin! Maudlin in the most wonderful way. He gave me license to play something that was really corny and love it.” Another watershed was “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” by the Beatles, a suite of songs that form a bigger picture. “An artist friend of mine came over one day with this album,” Bley told me. “He said, ‘Jazz is dead. All the artists are listening to this. We don’t listen to jazz anymore. This is it.’ ”

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Carla Bley Big Band - Festival de Jazz de Paris 1988

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQUHXCEflK0 Track List 00:00:09​ - Song of the eternal waiting of canute 00:10:24​ - The girl who cried champagne - I 00:18:05​ - The girl who cried champagne - II 00:21:50​ - The girl who cried champagne - III 00:29:29​ - Real life hits 00:40:53​ - Fleur carnivore 00:52:48​ - Lo ultimo 01:00:51​ - end credits Personnel Carla Bley - piano Christof Lauer - saxophone-soprano Wolfgang Puschnig - saxophone-alto Andy Sheppard - saxophone-tenor Roberto Ottini - saxophone-baryton Lew Soloff - trompette Jens Winter - trompette Gary Valente - trombone Frank Lacy - cor Bob Stewart - tuba Daniel Beaussier - oboe, flute Karen Mantler - orgue Steve Swallow - bass Buddy Williams - batterie Don Alias - percussions Read the full article

[roxwritings]

Sonata of the Hollows - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - The Birth of Blood and Blade

Despite my body's protests and the pain that wracked every fiber of my being, I remained conscious. Rest was a luxury I couldn't afford, not now. Through blurred vision, I watched POH meandering around the console, his movements deliberate and hauntingly slow. He paused beside Philia, his back to me, oblivious to my gaze. As I struggled to my feet, I heard Argo and Sinon stirring, their groans of pain punctuating the tense silence. A growl escaped my lips as I noticed the fresh cuts and bruises marring their bodies. My eyes then snapped to Philia, over whom POH was now ominously hovering, his finger tracing her arm. A surge of adrenaline fueled my resolve.

“POH!” I shouted, my voice ringing out as I steadied myself. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I managed to maintain my stance. The blast had scattered debris more than it had harmed us directly. POH halted, his head slowly swiveling to lock eyes with me. Argo and Sinon were now conscious, but their injuries pinned them helplessly in place. Argo's gasp echoed my call, a sound of recognition and fear, but it only elicited a chuckle from the man himself.

“You have much more fight in you than I expected!” He laughed heartily as he stood up to face me fully. I could see his sickening smirk, as he reached to his belt. 

“Y-yashi, don’t fight him!” Argo’s voice was a fragile whisper, laced with urgency. I glanced back at her briefly. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but I offered her a reassuring smile.

“Argo, do you trust me?” I asked, taking a step back toward her while keeping my gaze locked on POH. He watched me intently, as if anticipating my next move.

“Yes…” came Argo’s weak reply. I edged closer to her side.

“Unclip your cloak,” I whispered, fixing my intense gaze on POH. Argo nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as she discreetly loosened her cloak, allowing it to rest more comfortably against her body. I quickly accessed my inventory, openly arming myself with a longsword in my right hand and a dagger in my sub-weapon slot. I stooped to grab her cloak just as my weapons materialized with a shimmering blue glow.

POH charged at me with a chilling burst of speed. Bracing myself, I dove beneath the wide arc of his cleaver, countering the ferocity of his approach. My longsword materialized in a dazzling flash of blue, perfectly timed as I parried his vicious strike. Sparks showered around us, and the sharp clang of metal resonated through the air, underscoring our deadly dance.

Now fully armed and determined, I squared off against him, my blade held steady and vigilant, while he arrogantly twirled his weapon, mocking me. Seizing the moment, I flung Argo’s cloak directly at him, using it as a distraction as I surged forward. With the cloak fluttering between us like a dark banner, I closed the distance, ready to confront POH head-on. 

"Got some tricks up your sleeve?" he jeered, his scornful laughter echoing as I charged toward him. His movements remained disturbingly composed, his feet tapping rhythmically as though he were performing a macabre dance. As I brought my sword down in a powerful arc, he swiftly countered, his cleaver meeting the edge of my blade with a sharp clang. Though his reaction was quick, his speed alone wasn't sufficient to halt my momentum.

I followed up with another slash, and then another, each met with his cleaver's counter. But then he saw it—an opening in my offense. With a brutal force, he kicked at the center of my chest, disarming me and hurling me backward into the console. The impact cracked loudly, sending a jolt of pain through my spine that felt like an explosion. I screamed in agony, collapsing to my hands and knees, struggling to breathe. The ringing in my ears muffled the world around me, and my vision blurred, leaving me disoriented and gasping for air. 

A minute passed before I could muster the strength to move, but POH didn't seize this moment to strike. Instead, he filled the air with his sinister laughter, which was abruptly interrupted by Sinon's distressed cry.

“Let me go!” Sinon's voice was filled with panic, her legs flailing as she struggled against POH's grasp. Gasping for breath, I forced myself to look up, managing only to prop myself up on one knee.

“Oh, is the little spear user too weak to save her friend?” POH taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as he pressed his cleaver to Sinon’s throat. “Hunting you is more entertaining, but this will suffice for now,” he hissed, his movements deliberate, drawing the blade ever closer to Sinon's exposed neck.

"NO!" My roar reverberated through the room, powering my desperate effort to stand, despite the searing pain ripping through me. My mind urged caution, but my spirit and body defied it, driven by a singular resolve—to rescue Sinon. Ignoring the torment, I lunged forward, my fingers scrambling for the dagger at my hip. But in a sudden, violent whirl, Sinon's body collided with mine, the sheer force of POH's throw knocking us askew. Sinon skidded across the floor, while I staggered but remained upright, only to feel a sharp, icy pain stabbing through my abdomen. Looking down in shock, I saw POH's hand mercilessly driving my own sword deeper into my flesh. He had forsaken his cleaver for the cruel precision of my blade.

I gasped, our eyes locking—a grim tableau of his sadistic pleasure against my agony. As he twisted the sword, a tormenting pain seared through me, pinning me to the moment. I grasped the blade's edge, straining to pull it free, but with a malevolent force, he pushed it deeper, the metal slicing through me with chilling realism.

“I’m bored of this little game…” He murmured, leaning in close. His voice was a sinister whisper. “I won’t kill you—not like this. It’s no fun.” With those chilling words, he released the hilt of my sword, stepping back as I staggered. “But let me share a little secret,” he taunted, his laughter cold as he suddenly kicked the hilt. I lost my balance, tripping over Sinon, and felt the sword tear through me, exiting my back as I fell onto it. Silence engulfed the room for a heartbeat.

“I have so much control over this world,” he declared, his voice resonating ominously through the air as he grasped his cleaver once more. “And that includes the fate of humans who dare to interfere.” His steps were deliberate and laden with threat as he approached the console. “I’ve enhanced the realism within the Hollow Area,” he proclaimed, his fingers deftly manipulating the console to open a new window. “It will make the hunt all the more exhilarating.” His laughter, dark and filled with malevolence, echoed hauntingly as he disappeared.

Gasping for breath, I writhed on the ground, my eyes locked on the sword grotesquely jutting from my torso. A metallic taste overwhelmed my senses as I coughed violently, each convulsion sending waves of excruciating pain through my body, causing droplets of blood to splatter onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

“B-blood…” The word was choked out, laced with rising panic. Summoning every ounce of will, I staggered to my feet, the room echoing with the loud clatter of my blood-stained sword hitting the ground. The icy steel was smeared red, a stark reminder of my grave condition. Clutching at my stomach, I stumbled toward the console, the distant sounds of screaming and approaching footsteps growing louder.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed again, too weak to even scream. My eyelids fluttered shut as Argo rushed to my side, her voice desperate, trying to keep me conscious. Through the haze, my health bar flickered into view, its crimson drain relentless—20, 15, 10, 5. Just as the last pixel lingered, threatening to snuff out my life, it surged back to full. The word ‘Heal’ barely registered over the thunderous pounding of my heart, barely whispered by Philia through the chaos enveloping us.

I wasn’t gone yet; I felt a persistent patting on my face, someone desperately trying to keep me conscious. My eyelids felt heavy, but I forced them open. Sinon's eyes, brimming with tears, met mine, her face etched with fear. I lay prone, my gaze locked on hers. Slowly, I lifted my blood-stained hand and tenderly caressed her cheek. I hadn’t intended to mark her with my blood, but she didn’t seem to mind as she leaned into the gentle touch.

“I think I'm dead… because I'm surrounded by angels…” I murmured weakly, the words barely a whisper. The attempt at levity earned a sad chuckle from Sinon and a playful kick on my foot from Argo, yet Philia remained silent, her presence marked by her absence in the moment. I rolled onto my back. 

"Can you three see the blood as well?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as I glanced at their solemn faces. In unison, their heads dipped in a somber nod. A sigh escaped me, tinged with pain, as I struggled to sit up. Sinon supported me gently, her hands steadying my shaking form.

As I sat upright, a wave of concern washed over the faces surrounding me. I grimaced, wiping my blood-stained hands on my pants, feeling the sticky residue cling to the fabric.

"So, this is what he meant by enhancing the realism..." I murmured, the weight of realization settling upon me with unsettling clarity. I extended a hand, signaling my need for assistance as a wave of weakness overwhelmed me. Sinon, standing, grasped my hand, gently pulling me to my feet. A sharp pang of pain shot through me as I instinctively placed a hand over the wound in my stomach, now mercifully closed.

"That’s gonna hurt in the morning," I quipped, attempting to lighten the mood. But as a laugh escaped my lips, a severe spike of pain jarred me, causing my knees to buckle. I swayed, nearly collapsing, but Argo was quick to support me.

"Kid, ya need to rest..." Argo’s voice trembled with fear, the facade of toughness she often wore had vanished in the face of what she had just witnessed. I turned to her with a reassuring smile. 

"I know, but first I need to see what he did." The words left my lips softly as I placed a hand on her cheek, conveying my gratitude for her steadiness. She nodded, her expression taut with concern, her hands firmly holding me as we moved toward the main console, now visibly chipped and damaged from the ordeal. While keeping my arm wrapped around Argo’s shoulder, bracing against her. I swiped my free hand over the flickering console to access some of the windows. 

“Okay, so I’m going to ask again…” I paused, letting out a shaky breath as the lingering pain intensified with the fading adrenaline. “Did you all see the blood?” I asked in a hushed tone, eyeing the blood drying on the floor where I had been stabbed. It remained ominously real, not dissipating like typical pixelated game elements.

“Yes… why is there blood?” Philia's voice trembled, each word enveloped in fear. Panic flickered in her eyes, escalating as if the walls around her were closing in. She was on the verge of tears. I turned to Sinon.

“I did too…” Sinon murmured, her voice low as she moved to comfort Philia, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. My gaze shifted to Argo, who hesitantly touched the blood-stained fabric over my stomach, then met my eyes.

“Now I know you’re real,” she joked softly, attempting to lighten the heavy air before pressing her face against my chest in a tight hug. I responded by wrapping my arms around her, stroking her hair gently.

“Good,” I smiled softly, then turned my attention back to the console. I removed my hand from my stomach and resumed navigating through the menu screens. I accessed the settings, all specific to the Hollow Area. As I observed an upload in progress, my eyes moved to the map, which started to morph and expand as if evolving. Another detail caught my attention.

‘Player data detected.’ A soft hum filled the screen, highlighting a cluster of green dots where we stood. ‘Locking Administration Area until update completes.’ The message flashed, and suddenly the lights dimmed, the console's hum fading into near silence. The only sounds were our breathing and the soft shuffling of our movements. The only visible screen was now the settings menu.

“He’s locked me out…” I whispered, my voice a faint echo in the dim room. Each attempt to alter the settings was met with a stark red error code flashing on the screen, its cold digital message made all the more sinister against the backdrop of real blood. A shiver ran through me, and I swallowed hard before releasing my hold on Argo and sinking down against the console. Beside me, Argo slid down to sit, her head resting against my shoulder. I could feel her tears, warm and silent, as they rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the specks of blood that stained her skin.

Turning my gaze, I saw Sinon and Philia moving to join us, their expressions somber. I pulled out some emergency supplies from my menu, placing them before us as a makeshift comfort in the bleak setting.

“Well, it looks like this update won’t finish until tomorrow…” I muttered, glancing briefly at the screen. “We’re stuck here for the night. With the lights out, anyone up for starting a cooking fire?” I proposed, motioning towards the supplies. The group gave me a series of dull looks, their expressions bordering on incredulous.

Noticing their skepticism, I pointed towards the smoking remains of what had once been the teleport gate. “The smoke has been rising for like, what, 20 minutes now?” I observed. “We would have seen a debuff by now if the smoke was hazardous.” I added, indicating our health bars which showed no signs of new debuffs, just the usual stat buffs or detriments.

“Fair…” Argo murmured into my shoulder, her voice muffled but resigned. I opened my menu again, scrolling through my armor and clothing options. 

“I’m going to change, get out of these bloody clothes,” I murmured, attempting to stand. But my legs gave out, sending me collapsing back to the ground with a soft thud, the weight of the day’s events bearing down on me. Sinon placed her hand on my chest, urging me to remain still. So I closed my menu. Meanwhile, Philia behaved unusually, her silence heavy as she busied herself setting up the small encampment supplies.

“Philia,” I called out gently, trying to catch her attention as I propped myself into a more upright sitting position. She was visibly shaking, muttering unintelligibly to herself while she arranged the fire and cooking spit. Argo and Sinon seemed oblivious, comfortably leaning against me. I let out a soft sigh and tapped them gently.

“Hey, could you two start cooking something?” I asked, glancing between them. “I need to talk to Philia.” My voice was low, laced with concern for her unsettling demeanor. Argo and Sinon exchanged a look, their expressions filled with reluctance.

“You need to rest,” Argo asserted firmly. I nodded, managing a cheeky smile.

“I know, but you know me—I can’t help putting others before myself,” I said with a gentle smile, trying to lighten the mood despite noticing Argo’s slightly annoyed pout. “I’m joking, partially. But I will rest; I just need to talk to her first,” I explained, drawing a resigned sigh from both women.

“Fine, but you’re gonna rest afterward, or else I’m really gonna have to thump you,” Argo half-joked, her playful threat tinged with a hint of genuine concern. I patted her head affectionately before slowly pushing myself to my feet to approach Philia. My steps were unsteady, and I had to pause for balance before reaching her, gently tapping her shoulder. She flinched and turned, her eyes wide with fear and tears shimmering in the firelight.

I sat down beside her, turning to gaze into the flickering flames as Argo and Sinon began to prepare something that filled the air with a comforting aroma.

“You okay?” I asked, turning to look at Philia, who was still staring at me, her eyes brimming with fresh tears.

“No…” she whispered, her voice breaking as she drew her knees to her chest. Shadows played across her face, illuminated intermittently by the firelight. “You nearly died…” She paused, her gaze lifting to meet mine, vulnerability written across her features. “Because of me, you nearly died…” The words tumbled out, heavy with guilt.

“Why do you say that?” I asked gently. Philia tensed, her eyes squeezing shut. When I placed my hand on her shoulder, she flinched once more.

“He...he waited for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “He threatened me...got inside my head…” Her tears were audible now, each sob punctuating her fear. “He told me what he’d do to you if I tried to stop him...and I...I was too scared…” Her words broke off as she buried her face in her hands, her body shaking with quiet sobs.

I sat motionless, staring into the fire, piecing together her jittery behavior when we first arrived. Glancing over at Argo and Sinon, I noticed they had paused their cooking, their expressions etched with concern. I quietly opened my menu and began to type a message across the flames to Argo.

‘Argo, I’m guessing you heard?’ I typed, hitting send as the room’s tension thickened. Argo flinched slightly when her device buzzed.

‘She led him here?’ she replied. I could sense the mix of anger and concern in her terse words.

‘He got in, she couldn’t stop him,’ I typed back.

‘What does that mean?’

‘POH is a high-level tester like me,’ I explained further.

‘So, he just gets inside, and Philia lets him stay?’

‘No, he threatened her. He said something that terrified her.’

I glanced up from my menu to see Argo gazing back at me, her expression somber and reflective. She paused, the weight of our predicament sinking in, her concern for Philia evident beneath the surface of her initial frustration. After a moment, she looked down again, her fingers hesitating over her device.

‘Do you trust her?’ The message appeared on her screen, her eyes lifting to meet mine, seeking reassurance. I nodded affirmatively, shutting down the messaging app before turning my attention back to Philia, who was still enveloped in her silent sobs.

I returned to my inventory, scrolling through the items until I reached the end of the list. There, a trio of items marked with question marks awaited. I selected the second item, and as I tapped on it, it materialized in my hands with a faint blue glow fading around it.

“Philia…” I spoke softly, drawing her gaze upwards. Her eyes, red and raw from tears, met mine. I held out the item—a small stuffed rabbit, a cloak in light blue with soft white fur. She blinked, her expression shifting to one of surprise and wonder.

“This reminded me of you, with how we talked these past few weeks—soft and mysterious,” I explained, smiling warmly as she trembled slightly, tears brimming in her eyes once more. “Hold out your hands.” My smile widened encouragingly. Hesitantly, she extended her hands, and I gently placed the rabbit in her palms. She stared at it for a moment, then held it out before her, examining it closely.

“I was going to have Agil appraise it, but I’d rather you keep it,” I said, my tone light yet earnest. “I trust you, so please take good care of it.” A soft chuckle escaped me as I gently stroked her hair, offering a soothing touch. Philia nodded slowly, clutching the stuffed rabbit to her chest and embracing it tightly—a small beacon of comfort in the swirling storm of our current predicament.

After a moment, Philia shifted, setting the rabbit aside and suddenly wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She held me in a tight embrace, her body trembling slightly with the intensity of her emotions. I responded with a sad smile, my hand patting her arm reassuringly, sharing in the silent understanding of our fragile situation.

Memories of the real world flashed through my mind, particularly one of the last days I spent with Sachi. She had been bullied by some girls, and feeling helpless, I bought her a stuffed doll she'd wanted for months to lift her spirits. It had worked, at least until we found ourselves trapped in this game. Philia's arms withdrew from around me, leaving a chill in their absence. My smile, tinged with sadness, remained frozen on my face as Argo brought me back to the present by offering a small metal bowl.

“Sinon and I made stew, here kid.” Argo's smile was soft and knowing, as if she could read the melancholy in my thoughts. I accepted the bowl gratefully, the rich aroma enveloping me and momentarily easing my worries. I had always cherished the adventures Argo and I shared; Asuna wasn’t the only one who had mastered her cooking skill. Argo had, too, but she kept it more of a personal treat, often spoiling me with her dishes. As I took the spoon she handed me and tasted the stew, the flavors seemed to ignite a spark of warmth in the dim surroundings.

The stew was incredible, and I savored each spoonful. In contrast, Philia and Sinon devoured theirs with astonishing speed. Argo and I exchanged amused looks before we burst into soft giggles.

“You should have savored it; Argo isn’t one to make enough for seconds,” I teased lightly, scraping the last bits from my bowl. “Argo doesn’t cook often,” I added, prompting a mock pout from the dark-haired dagger user across the fire.

“I helped, so you could at least give me some credit,” Sinon interjected, her arms crossed in a playful huff. “But you’re right, there aren’t any seconds.” Her tone was lighthearted yet tinged with disappointment, already nostalgic for the fleeting taste of the exceptional meal. Philia looked equally regretful, her earlier sorrows momentarily forgotten in the shared enjoyment of the meal.

“No, no, no!” A voice erupted in a flurry of panic. It was Sola. “Why is the system updating? It shouldn’t be!” Her words were thick with anxiety. I watched her glitchy figure approach the damaged console, her movements hurried and erratic. Sinon gave a startled yelp as Sola inadvertently bumped into her while frantically typing.

“Who are you?” Sinon demanded, her tone sharp with surprise.

Sola didn’t respond, her focus unbroken. My eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, can you three see her?” I asked, my voice halting Sola's frenzied actions. Argo and Sinon nodded affirmatively, while Philia retreated to hide behind me, her unease palpable.

“Yashi, what did you do? Why is the system updating!?” Sola demanded, spinning around to face me. I raised my hands in a gesture of innocence.

“I did nothing—it was someone else!” I protested. Sola scrutinized me, then without a word, grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the console.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing to Yash!” Argo interjected, her hand instinctively going to her dagger. Sola shot her a sharp glare, and for the first time, I saw the normally unflappable broker take a step back.

“Did you try to stop this?” Sola demanded, pushing my hand against the console, her fingers flying over the controls in an attempt to halt the update. “You’ve been locked out?” She glared at me accusatorily. “How?”

“If you’d let me explain, you’d understand!” I retorted, my patience wearing thin. Sola exhaled sharply, her frustration subsiding as she nodded for me to continue.

“Okay, then explain,” she commanded, her voice strained but her demeanor more composed.

“Argo, Sinon, and I entered through the normal way, but then someone named POH caused an explosion that destroyed the teleport gate and tampered with the console,” I began. “He went to attack Philia next, but I managed to intervene, despite severe pain. That fight ended with me being impaled by my own sword after he increased the realism settings—nearly killing me.” I finished, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions.

Sola’s face paled, a mix of fear and concern washing over her as she processed the gravity of our situation.

“He locked you out…” Sola murmured, her statement hanging heavily in the air. I nodded in confirmation, my anxiety deepening. 

“How could he have done that… unless…” Her voice trailed off as she rapidly navigated through the console’s interface, searching for clues. After a tense moment, she accessed a registry of recent users. “He has Administrative status…” she whispered, a tremor in her voice. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the screen, the natural luminescence of her figure dimming with her growing dread.

“Sola, what does that mean?” I pressed, struggling to suppress the rising panic in my voice. She turned to face me slowly, her expression grave.

“It means,” she paused, choosing her words with care, “this POH possesses a level of control over the system comparable to Kayaba himself.”

[m3loria]

 . ﹙ . . . ✦ ﹚ and i thought, “he’s so pretty i could cry”, pretty boy with pretty hair and pretty eyes, “and he’s all mine, mine”. ── member 002

ぅ( FILE ONE ) ## BASIC INFORMATION 

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ birth name : hong yohan. (홍요한)  ̟ ˖ ⁺ preferred name : yohan. (요한)  ̟ ˖ ⁺ name meaning : yohan. ( of korean origin, "요" meaning "i know" and "한" meaning "resentment, hatred" or "regret". )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ nicknames : han, hani, hanyu ( everyone. ) yobit, mafia genius, snow-king, no.1 commander, hongkki ( meliora. ) deadly nightshade, dn, nightshade, blue venom ( meliora. ) professional procrastinator ( hyeri. ) miracle ( his parents. )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ date of birth : january 31, 2000.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ legal age : 24 years old.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ zodiac sign : aquarius.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ lunar zodiac : dragon.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ place of birth : gwangju, south korea.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ hometown : gwangju, south korea.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ nationality : south korean.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ ethnicity : korean.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ citizenships : south korea. ( 2000 —— present ).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ residences : gwangju, south korea. ( 2000 —— 2015 ). seoul, south korea. ( 2015 —— present ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ languages spoken : korean. ( 100% , jeolla dialect ). english ( 100% , standard english ). japanese ( 43% , unspecified dialect ). spanish ( 13% , unspecified dialect ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ gender identity : cisgender male.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ pronouns : he / him / his.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ romantic orientation : demiromantic.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ sexual orientation : bisexual.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ relationship status : single(..?)

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ height : 180 cm ( 5 ft 11 ).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ weight : undisclosed.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ blood type : a-.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural eye color : dark brown.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural hair color : black.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ current hair color : black.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ body modifications : 2 piercings. ( left ear ). 2 piercings ( right ear ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ face claim : lee 'haechan' donghyuck (nct).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ speaking claim : lee 'haechan' donghyuck (nct).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ vocal claim : lee 'haechan' donghyuck (nct).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ dance claim : lee 'haechan' donghyuck (nct).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ rap claim : lee 'haechan' donghyuck (nct).

ぅ( FILE TWO ) ## CAREER INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ stage name : yohan. (요한)  ̟ ˖ ⁺ explanation : yohan could never imagine being an idol and not going by his birth name, it is truly all he could think of in terms of stage names.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ current agencies : louvix audio (2019 —— present). sonata media (2020 —— present).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ former agencies : dsp media (2017 —— 2019).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ training period : 3 years and 6 months.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ years active : 2017 —— present.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ occupation : singer-songwriter. kpop idol. dancer. pianist.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ group(s) : meliora (2020 —— present). futurist (2017 —— 2019).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut date : may 1st, 2020.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut age : 20 years old.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ positions : leader, main vocalist, main dancer.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative color : scarlet ( #ff2400 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative emoji : ❄️  ̟ ˖ ⁺ individual fandom name : snowkki ( combining two of his popular nicknames "snow–king" and "hongkki", which in turn, created "snowkki", which basically translates to snow bunny )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ instagram : hankkiz ( personal , 1067 posts, 3.9m followers , 4 following ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ known for : being dubbed the "scariest member". being a toxic cat lover. always winning mafia games. constantly having luck on his side. hating flavored coffee. never laughing at chaiya's jokes. everyone thinking he's the eldest sibling when he's the second youngest. naturally being good at everything he tries. his piano covers. walking into haunted houses with no issue. loving his cat more than the members. talking about how he reads magazines unironically. always sleeping during their bts videos. his friendship with kj of so(u)l. "no one is a bigger fan of kj than i am".

ぅ( FILE THREE ) ## PERSONAL INFORMATION 

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ analyzing the mbti : intj // architect. is a person with the introverted, intuitive, thinking, and judging personality traits. these thoughtful tacticians love perfecting the details of life, applying creativity and rationality to everything they do. their inner world is often a private, complex one.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ strengths : rational, informed, determined, original, independent, curious.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ weaknesses : overly critical, overly analytical, condescending, imbalanced, combative, confrontational.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ family members : father. mother. two older sisters. one younger brother.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ family dynamics : yohan's family is full of extroverts, and they are all extremely chaotic, so it's his job to bring peace into the household, being the only introvert and all, but despite his judgmental looks, he does love them all dearly.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ household history : yohan was born the third of four children to two chef parents, who owned a restaurant in the center of gwangju. he had been born prematurely at only 24 weeks, which caused for him to have some health issues as an infant, spending 2–3 years in and out of hospitals because of the after effects. somehow though, despite having all odds stacked against him, yohan survived his premature birth and the almost devastating aftermath, coining him the "miracle" nickname used by his parents. as a child, yohan was unusually quiet and socially awkward, in comparison to his siblings, who were very energetic and sociable. this comparison never changed the relationship he had with his siblings, though, because no matter what, the four of them always made it clear that they were each other's number one supporters, no matter what, they always had each other's backs, even with constant arguments, disagreements, and some rude words exchanged between them, they will always love each other, they just won't admit it because they're all stubborn.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ father : hong jitae, born february 1st 1978 in cheongju, north chuncheong, resides in seoul, south korea, employed as a restaurant owner, father of 4.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ mother : choi danbi, born in june 15 1978 in gwangju, south korea, resides in seoul, south korea, employed as a restaurant owner, mother of 4.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ older sister : hong areum, born october 29 1997 in gwangju, south korea, resides in seoul, south korea, employed as a judo instructor.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ older sister : hong hyeri, born august 22 1998 in gwangju, south korea, resides in seoul, south korea, employed as a airline pilot.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ younger brother : hong yisoo, born january 1 2001 in gwangju, south korea, resides in seoul, south korea, employed as an entry level financial analyst.

ぅ( FILE FOUR ) ## TRIVIAL INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ habits & mannerisms : humming instead of answering verbally, playing piano sonatas by memory, scratching his hands, counting the members more than once to make sure they're all there, glaring at strangers, sleeping on his hand, writing down his schedules on a calendar, wiping down his desk every morning.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ hobbies and skills : playing the piano, scaring his members, memorizing schedules months in advance, taking care of people, cooking for his members, practicing his pitch in empty rooms, dancing, singing, being the leader of a group, multitasking, journaling, stargazing, baking.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ likes : cats, mystery novels, magazines, multitasking, responsibility, being organized, singing, songwriting, his cat, sza, blazers, philosophy, dancing, anemones, peace within the group, sonatas, composition, humming, art museums, black coffee, crossword puzzles, blue, crime thrillers, summer.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ dislikes : being perceived as dumb, deep open water, fish, romance movies, stand up comedians, winter, bow ties, flavored coffee, wine, glitter glue, huge crowds, not knowing where his members are, having to do one thing at a time, being sick, being taken care of, hot ginger tea.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ phobias : n/a.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite colors : navy blue, lilac.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite season : summer.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite animals : ragdoll cats, deers.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite numbers : 12, 19.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ personal playlist : ko ko bop, exo. 20 something, sza. 10 minutes, lee hyori. mercury, steve lacy. shinigami eyes, grimes. get along with you, kelis. break my soul, beyoncé. sex yeah, marina and the diamonds. jaguar, victoria monet.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ close friends : ot5 tomorrow x together. lee taeyeob, jung wookjin, onlyoneof. lee gahyeon, dreamcatcher. kim sihyeon, wang yiren, everglow. cho seungyoun, soloist. gong kaijun, so(u)l.

ぅ( FILE FIVE ) ## FACTUAL INFORMATION

001 ▬▬ yohan is often referred to as "deadly nightshade" by his members because of how easily he scares them, the nickname stems from how during their trainee days, he quite literally terrified everyone without even trying.

002 ▬▬ yohan was born prematurely at only 24 weeks, because of the nature of his birth, he was expected to die after childbirth. he spent the first 2–3 years of his life in the hospital and had several health issues early on in his life. it is because he survived the odds that he was nicknamed "miracle" by his mother.

003 ▬▬ yohan didn't want to be the leader of meliora originally, because he was awkward and believed his lack of sociability would make him more of a liability than an asset in the leadership position, but he was chosen to be the groups leader by a majority vote cast by the members.

004 ▬▬ yohan is the only person keeping meliora from exploding into chaos, he constantly has to be around because if he isn't, everything will fall apart and the dorm will probably burn down. if he's absent from even a small schedule, the group is pretty much a mess.

005 ▬▬ yohan has a ragdoll cat named jinae, who he adopted just a few months before their debut. he has stated multiple times that he loves her more than any of his members.

006 ▬▬ yohan has been wearing glasses since he was 6. it took him so long to get a prescription because his eyesight would go from completely blurry to completely fine so he wasn't sure if he actually needed them for the longest time, but he did, and he often wears them off camera, during bts videos, or during "secret" livestreams.

007 ▬▬ yohan is not a huge fan of the romance genre, he wouldn't say he's hater (okay that's a little bit of a lie) but if he's recommended a romance movie, show, or book, he probably won't take a glance at it, he prefers psychological thrillers and things that end horribly, he always eats up bad endings.

008 ▬▬ yohan is very attentive. if you mention a small habit of yours, or a quirk, or simply something you enjoy, he will remember it. though it seems like he doesn't care, he does, he will always remember someone's interests, and do stuff they enjoy with them, even if he doesn't necessarily enjoy it himself.

009 ▬▬ yohan usually doesn't sleep much, but when he does manage to, he quite literally knocks out. he is such a heavy sleeper that a literal tornado could lift the house and he wouldn't even budge, the members have to do so much to even get to wake up.

010 ▬▬ recently, yohan became very good friends with kj of @syoul, despite their "awkward beginnings" and the both of them not exactly being the most sociable, they somehow became friends in the midst of a messy interaction between their groups. these days, they continuously mention and name each other, and they're a fan favorite duo of both fandoms (yunnies + aponias).

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Crow Keeper AKA Phiza Minecraft

Personality traits (short version):

Old as dirt (appears in his mid 30's)

skilled fighter

survival skills 10/10

wise

cares deeply for his sons

oldest friend and battle partner is Anarchy Reign

can't fly due to damaged wing (can glide)

hippogriff

called the angel of death

married to the Goddess of death ( nobody believes him)

raised two adopted sons, after the war he and his wife had a biological son

loyal to his friends only

followed around by a flock of crows

can only see his wife in his dreams

crows are messagers from his wife

Does not age or fall sick.

is not invulnerable (he can be injured or killed by person or accident)

Wife- Soul Keeper Youngest son (biological) - Tripwire Middle son (adoptive) - Day Shaker oldest son (adoptive)- Note Weaver/ Final Sonata Best friend- Anarchy Reign

Dark wings accompanied by an ebony flock of chattering crows, Crow Keeper has returned from his latest mission.

Crow Keeper is an ancient hippogriff—the wisest and most admired protector in his land. While hippogriffs are known as feared fighters of the Mountains and sky, Crow has a ruined wing that keeps him from flying. Despite this, he has become skilled in the art of gliding. He uses this skill to best the winged opponents that naturally underestimate him. Crow’s damaged wing keeps him from transforming into his SeaPony form that other hippogriffs are known for. While he misses the sea nearly as much as he misses the air, if he were to transform, the extreme damage to his wing structure would translate to his fins. This would cause an inability to move through the water, possibly causing him to drown. No creature knows what his sea form actually looks like. And nobody alive knows what caused his life-altering injury. When asked about it, Crow Keeper will only say it happened a lot time ago.

Rumors say he is very old despite appearing middle-aged. Some say he controls dark magic. Others say he is an immortal god trapped in a mortal body. Despite this, his two adopted sons don’t really care how old he is as long as they can make fun of him for it. They call him Crows Feet, a nickname that Crow Keeper finds terribly annoying. When asked how old the hippogriff is, his answers always change. Some days, Crow will say he’s thousands of years old and others he says he’s only 30-something. No matter what he says, he’s always deadly serious. Of course, this must be some kind of joke, right?

Crow Keeper is a retired warrior who still occasionally goes on adventures for his own amusement. He is often followed by a flock of crows that seem to do his bidding. He wields an enchanted crimson sword with the ability to pierce anything. It glows faintly with an unknown energy. He also wears a deep crimson heart pendant around his neck. He never takes it off. Crows tell everybody that it was given to him by his wife. His beautiful and powerful beloved one, who actually lives in another dimension, and who whispers to him in his dreams. Despite his insisting that she is in fact real and is a great giant goddess, everyone assumes he’s crazy. Maybe even getting a little too gray in the beak. His mark is a blood-red sword with gray wings, representing his destiny to fight against injustice.

His adoptive sons are Day Shaker the pegasus and Note Weaver the crystal unicorn. In addition, the fierce immortal draconequus, Anarchy Reign likes to think of the hippogriff as the father figure he never had, despite knowing that he is way older than Crow himself.

Finally, Crow Keeper has no allegiance to anyone but his family. After his many years, he has seen war, loss, misery, and so many lives ripped away. Crow knows it's the mark you leave in the world. He wants to be a positive force in the world for his wife, sons, and friends. After the painful mercy killing of his eldest son and the brutal attack of the butcher army on his best friend, Crow Keeper made it his mission to help destroy L’Maneberg, knowing its existence was destined to cause more pain.

So what's the truth about the old bird? How old is he, how did he really injure his wing, is he actually just losing his mind?

In reality, his story began a long time before the formation of L’Maneberg, before most hippogriffs were driven into the sea. Crow Keeper was born into a time of peace and prosperity for the tiny kingdom on the cliffs by the sea. Hippogriffs and Sea Ponies came and went as they wished. Powerful warriors and craftmanes respected by the surrounding kingdoms. Things changed when the Griffon empire began to expand and move south. The destructive army fought and burned its way through the land, taking the land by force and leaving no room for opposition. Those who did not flee were killed or enslaved. By this time, Crow Keeper was a young colt who had become skilled in claw-to-claw swordplay and in the use of a bow and arrow. He was slowly moving up the ranks when all-out war was waged against the invaders. He fought in many bloody battles, many victorious. However, numbers will outweigh even the most skilled warriors. It was on that fateful day where Crow finally met her.

It was his final battle, he had no doubt. The griffon army had driven his people into the sea where they would be safe. He had seen too many friends and loved ones die by the end of hateful metal. He was in charge of the last battalion holding off the opposing military forces. By this time he had unwillingly become a captain and a leader. He knew if he could just hold them off a little longer the last of his people could get to the safety of the waves below. As his force was being pushed back towards the cliffs, more of his comrades, who had also been fighting tooth and nail, made it to the sea while many others were cut down where they stood. Only a few more moments and they would be free. Finally, he was the last one left. Griffons were retreating, job completed in running off the locals. They took the exudes as a win and many began to raid the abandoned homes and structures for valuables. He was about to transform when he heard a blood curdling cry from a nearby home.

Crow ran to the source of the scream. Bursting into one of the wrecked dwellings, he found a young foal cornered by an ancient grizzled griffon mercenary. The boy had gotten separated in the chaos of the evacuation and being so young he was struggling to shift forms with his fear. The mercenary did not have kind intentions for the youth either. Crow leaped to the boy’s defense. He quickly put the chick in his arms and flew for the broken window. He flew towards the cliff’s edge with the boy in his arms. The griffon was hot on his tail feathers. Finally, in the older hippogriff's arms, the boy felt safe enough to transform. Crow raced to the water’s edge, leaping toward safety when the unthinkable befell him. A devastating blow to his wing had him falling out of the sky and onto the sharp unforgiving rock below. Knowing there was no coming back from an injury in such a vital place so he did the only thing he could. He threw the now fully transformed child as far as he could into the sea and away from the cliff face. to join the fleeing sea ponies. With a satisfying splash, the boy hit the safety of the water now able to join the rest of the fleeing sea ponies. Crow almost smiled as he braced himself for the impact of the cliff below. All Crow felt when he hit the stone was white-hot pain. One thousand of Celetia’s suns burned in his chest, then in his head. To his surprise the fall did not kill him instantly, nor was he skewered on one of the pointed rocks. However, this did seem more painful. Crow could see the edges of his vision going black, knowing he was going to pass out. However, he also saw the old griffon land in front of him. He knew if his eyes closed, he’d never wake again. Determined to die with honor, the hippogriff tried to get to his feet and once again shake off the encroaching darkness. He struggled only for the villain in front of him to taunt and laugh at him. Crow had broken more than his ribs in the fall. Crow braced himself for the killing blow but it never came. Crow watched as the griffon stopped mid-insult, staggered, and fell dead in front of him. Crow was confused, sure it was a trick when he heard humming. A soft sad sound. Somepony was singing. He had heard that melody before, quiet on the wind after a battle. Then he saw her… a stunning purple mare with 6 wings and a golden curved horn. His brain was hazy from the pain. Surely a visage as lovely as this mare was in mind's last attempt to distract him as his body lay dying. Then she spoke. “What an awful creature”, she said. “… A soul so dark and heavy”. Her horn glowed with a faint light and she put something in the shadowy folds of her form. Then she looked to Crow who was now sure he was dying. She looked toward him and spoke. “I know I can’t keep you, but won’t you come with me for just a little while?” Then finally the curtain of black took his consciousness.

He woke in a place with a soft, pale light. Wispy forms moved quickly past him. Luminous crystals lit the area in greens and purples. A large black river ran beside him. Finally, he stood up to see the beautiful mare from before looking at him with a curious gaze. He realized he had seen her before. During times on the battlefield. Whispers of an image. A trick of the light. He saw this mare standing over the bodies of fallen creatures, griffon and hippogriffs alike. “What are you,” he said in awe.

The purple pony explained that she was the Goddess of Death. It was her job to guide the souls of the dead to their final judgment in Tartarus. Of course, Crow was not dead, only in a limbo state due to his injuries. She explained how she had been watching him from afar. She explained that she admired him. He always clung so hard to life but somehow did not fear death. She liked how strong and caring he is, and how he was also quite handsome. When asked about the griffon at the cliffs she explained that he died of a heart attack. The race toward the edge pushed the old mane just too far, and she totally did not have anything to do with pulling his destiny in the right direction.

During his time with the goddess, he fell more and more in love, unknowing and uncaring where or what his mortal body was doing or how much time passed in the overworld. But the goddess could tell the time was nearing. When asked if he could see her again without dying, she told him she would be in his dreams.

When he gained consciousness again, he found he had been taken in by an old diamond dog couple that secretly lived in the cliffside caves. They continued to nurse him until he could walk again. Unfortunately, he would never fly again. He continued to live with the dogs who had shown him kindness and worked to repay his debt. It became his second home now that he could never return to the sea and his people. He stayed with them until their deaths. That night he also saw a ghost of her form. And in his dreams, he was with that beautiful mare. Not every night but many. He spent hours with her, and their love grew deeper even though they were on different planes of existence. Eventually, he asked the goddess to marry him and she accepted. But as you could guess, the goddess lives a long time. Not wanting to see her lover perish she bent the rules just a little. Even if it causes them to wait longer to embrace one another. She cast a powerful spell where the sands of time could no longer touch Crow Keeper. He was now immortal. He would not age or fall into sickness. On the other hoof, this does not mean Crow Keeper is invulnerable as he could still fall to injury and accident, but until then the lovers met in dreams.

Ps. If you made it this far- I did make this design more than a year ago, but I am not looking to redesign this one. In addition, I'm not a writer so I apologize for grammar or spelling errors.

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Failure

It’s been two years since the whole incident of the Dazzlings.

Sonata and Aria were sent into the hospital due to injuries. While Adagio was at the cemetery visiting her mother’s grave.

She sat on the ground thinking about why the person she trusted killed her.

Adagio couldn’t help but feel guilty about the deadly battle she and her sisters had with the mafias.

Hi mom Adagio said looking at the grave trying not to cry.

I’m…sorry Adagio said feeling tears dropping down her eyes.

I failed everyone Adagio said trying to hold back her tears.

Sonata and Aria are at the hospital fighting for their lives because of me Adagio said.

It’s my fault that we’re like this mom…I ruined everything…I’m sorry mom Adagio said starting to cry in pain.

Still crying Adagio’s eyes were glowing red.

I f*cked up mom…I f*cked up everything…mom Adagio said.

It’s my fault that you’re not here with us anymore…I failed you Adagio said crying even more.

I’m…sorry mom Adagio said still crying nonstop.

I’m nothing but…a failure…I ruined…everything…hope you can…forgive Adagio said starting walking away crying.

I’m…a failure Adagio kept repeating herself with her eyes still glowing red.

With Sonata and Aria

The girls were laying down on the beds.

Aria was looking at the window worried about Adagio.

Is Dagi going to be okay Ari? Sonata asked.

Aria didn’t respond still looking at the window as her eyes started glowing red.

@simplydannie @skydiverdrawings @justnat3 @juniper-666 @once-ler-ask-blog153 @horrorartist23

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Ooh! Let's see if I can list 10... I'm gonna try to keep it one character per fandom

King (The Seven Deadly Sins)

Silver (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Gohan (Dragon Ball Z)

Ray (The Promised Neverland)

Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)

Tulin (The Legend of Zelda)

Beat (Eternal Sonata)

Tidus (Final Fantasy X)

Edward (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Bennett (Genshin Impact)

omg i made it

@carla-ld24 @lexicoreyo

TAG GAME— List 10 of your favorite characters from different fandoms

Thank you for tagging me @coderiderr

Hortensia (Fire Emblem Engage)

Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)

Kaze (Fire Emblem Fates)

Lisia (Pokémon)

Maka Albarn (Soul Eater)

Owain (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Shirayuki (Snow White with the Red Hair)

Van Hohenheim (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri!!! on ICE)

Zeref Dragneel (Fairy Tail)

Tagging: @fayesdiary @dragonballwish @elegyofthemoon @sevarix-blogs @ghostlydragonpainter

[drawingto23]

2 Remarkable Filipino

PRE-SPANISH PERIOD

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Pedro Bukaneg (March 1592 – c. 1630}

Was a Filipino poet. He is considered the "Father of Ilocano literature." Blind since birth, he is the believed to have authored of parts of the Ilocano epic Biag ni Lam-ang (Life of Lam-ang).

Being a romanticist, he composed poems and songs which were so tenderly sweet that he gained fame among the Ilokano masses as a gifted troubadour. Bukaneg was good not only in poetry but also in oratory.

Pedro Bukaneg was a Filipino poet. He is considered the "Father of Ilocano literature." Blind since birth, he is the believed to have authored of parts of the Ilocano epic Biag ni Lam-ang. A street inside the Cultural Center of the Philippines complex in Pasay, Philippines is named in his honor.

Born: March 1592, Bantay

Died: 1630

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Nicanor Abelardo

Kundiman

A composer of over 140 works that included sonatas, concerti and chamber music, Abelardo is best known for elevating the Philippine genre of the Kundiman into a western art-song form.

The Violin Sonata (1931) by Abelardo is a composition for violin and piano that does not fit the characteristics most associated with Philippine music, particularly the Kundiman that Abelardo is best known for during that time period.

Nicanor Santa Ana Abelardo was a Filipino composer known for kundiman songs he wrote before the Second World War.

Born: February 7, 1893, San Miguel

Died: March 21, 1934, Intramuros, Manila

Awards: Awit Award for Best Traditional Recording

Parents: Placida Sta. Ana, Valentine Abelardo

Genres: Kundiman; classical music

SPANISH PERIOD [1521-1871]

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 Antonio Abad

Antonio M. Abad (1894-1970) was a poet, playwright, essayist and novelist born in Barili (Cebu) and is frequently referred to as “The Greatest Hispanic Filipino Novelist after Rizal”. In 1927, he published his first novel El Último Romantic.

Antonio Abad y Mercado was a prominent Filipino poet, fictionist, playwright, and essayist. 

Born: May 10, 1894, Barili

Died: April 20, 1970

Books: Magda: A Three-act Play

Education: University of San Carlos - Talamban Campus

Language: Cebuano, Spanish

Notable awards: Premio Zóbel, Premio Literario Filipino de la Mancomunidad

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Jesus Balmori

He wrote three novels: Bancarrota de Almas (Failure of the Soul), Se Deshojó la Flor (I Tear The Pages Out of The Flower), and Pájaros de Fuego (Birds of Fire) which was completed during the Japanese occupation.

Born: January 10, 1887, Ermita, Manila

Died: May 23, 1948, Mexico City, Mexico

Books: Birds of Fire: A Filipino War Novel

Education: University of Santo Tomas (UST), Colegio de San Juan de Letran

Language: Spanish

PERIOD OF ENLIGHTENMENT(1872-1898)

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José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda

He was a prolific poet, essayist, and novelist whose most famous works were his two novels, Noli Me Tángere (1887) and its sequel, El filibusterismo (1891).

José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda was a Filipino nationalist, writer and polymath active at the end of the Spanish colonial period of the Philippines. He is considered the national hero of the Philippines.

Born: June 19, 1861, Calamba

Died: December 30, 1896, Rizal Park, Manila

Full name: José Protacio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda

Siblings: Paciano Rizal, Saturnina Hidalgo, Concepción Mercado, MORE

Parents: Teodora Alonso Realonda, Francisco Mercado, Francisco Rizal

Spouse: Josephine Bracken (m. 1896–1896)

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Marcelo Hilario del Pilar y Gatmaitán

Also known by his pen name Plaridel, was a Filipino writer, lawyer, journalist, and freemason. In 1882 Del Pilar founded the newspaper Diariong Tagalog to propagate democratic liberal ideas among farmers and peasants. In 1888 he defended José Rizal's polemical writings by issuing a pamphlet against a priest's attack, exhibiting his deadly wit and savage ridicule of clerical follies.

 Marcelo H. Del Pilar is the most famous journalist in our history and is also considered as the father of Philippine journalism . His contributions as a lawyer, revolutionary, and propagandist emulates his patriotism, bravery, and intelligence.

Born: August 30, 1850, Bulacan

Died: July 4, 1896, Old Hospital de la Santa Creu, Barcelona, Spain

Nickname: Plaridel

Siblings: Toribio H. del Pilar, Fernando del Pilar, Valentín del Pilar, MORE

Children: Anita H. del Pilar de Marasigan, MORE

Parents: Blasa Gatmaitán, Julián Hilario del Pilar

THE AMERICAN REGIME (1898-1944)

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Adelina Guerrea

Adelina Guerrea was the first woman poet in the Philippines who was good in Spanish. She obtained the Zobel prize in her song El Nido . (The Nest).

Occupation  writer, journalist, poet, playwright, historian, linguist Alma mater  Santa Scholastica de Manilla

Died  April 29, 1971, Madrid, Spain

María Adelaida Gurrea Monasterio (La Carlota, Negros Occidental, Philippines, September 27, 1896–Madrid, April 29, 1971) was a Philippine journalist, poet and playwright in Spanish.

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Macario Adriatico

(10 Marso 1869-14 Abril 1919)

Macario Adriatico wrote of a legend of Mindoro entitle La Punta de Salto (The Place of Origin).

Born: March 10, 1869

Died: April 14, 1919

Scholar, journalist, and politician; known as the “Father of Manila’s City Charter

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Fernando Ma. Guerrero

The king of Balagtasan. His poetry book Crisálidas was published in 1914. Subsequently, he published another verse compilation called Ayes y Flores. Guerrero died on June 12, 1929, coinciding with that year's anniversary of the República Filipina (Philippine Republic). A school in Paco, Manila, was named after him in his honor.

Guerrero was the major lyric poet before and after the revolution, until the introduction of English literature in our schools. Known as the “Prince of Filipino lyric poets” in Spanish, he also played the flute and guitar. In Spanish lyric poetry, he was unsurpassed by his contemporaries.

Born: May 30, 1873, Manila

Died: June 12, 1929, Philippines

Full name: Fernando María Guerrero Ramírez

Children: Evangelina Guerrero Entrala

Education: University of Santo Tomas (UST), Ateneo de Manila University

Nationality: Philippine

Previous office: Member of the Philippine Assembly (1907–1909)

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My Hero PSLE: S3E9 "I'm an archaeologist. My life is in ruins,"

"Oh, what's that sound? It's the sound of my umbrella opening up to shield myself from the tears of all my haters,"

-Random guy on the Internet

So. Xiao Ming and then entire fucking squad reached the Inhuman land, the Patches of the Ivory Coast or some shit.

So the girl Inhuman brought them to her-the guy Inhuman's palace, technically,

Avoiding all the filthy peasants greeting the king-clearly unaware the king carries a fake and that the real one is with the queen.

So anyway they got to their palace. And then they invited Xiao Ming and squad for some tea in a nice comfortable bedroom.

Finally for once they don't have to get kidnapped again.

"So. I think you already know, everyone thinks he's the king with the true Deadly Sin but actualllyyyy, it's me! He has a fake, I have the real one! My name here is Sonata, and that guy is Aris,"

Xiao Ming took a sip of his tea.

"Yeah hi there," Aris waved from like the very far away back of the bedroom. Eh, who even needs social interaction anyway.

Mm. Mhm. Ok. Xiao Ming took another sip of his tea.

*is now aggresively sipping tea like PM Lee with the magic water*

Xiao Hua, Zhi Hua, Xiao An, Xiao Kang, Freya, Aniya, Thunder Hands and the furry people are now all copying Xiao Ming and aggresively sipping tea too.

*Sonata stares at them*

*aggresively sipping tea*

Awkward silence.

Finally Grandmaster said something. "You know, ya'll really shouldn't be drinking that,"

"What why?"

"Because it's FUCKING SPIKED! HA!" Sonata revealed.

Oh no. They drank spiked tea! Whatever shall they do!

And then, by power of plot convenience, the moment she reveals the tea is spiked they all collapse and start puking blood.

How convenient.

And just as Grandmaster was about to do something, he and Juqla (the only two people sensible enough to not drink the tea) were drugged and gagged by Aris and they were also knocked unconscious.

Before they knock out, they heard a conversation:

"The Deadly Sin, as promised,"

So she was seen talking to another Chronicle. For the love of god stop kidnapping us-

"Mm. It'll save us a lot more time in the future if you don't give us a fake, ya know?"

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever-"

And then suddenly the Chronicle took out his sword and just stabbed Aris and Sonata and killed them.

"That's what you get when you lie to a Chronicle," He said while looking over their dead bodies.

And then he finally remembered about Xiao Ming and squad. So he looked over them knocked out and he was like:

"Oh yeah, the Exuvia, tie him up and bring him to our den, I have some business I'll need to clarify with him,"