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The Mystical Encounter in Tiba

In the heart of Ukuni, a village cradled between the Obanga Mountains and the Tiba Forest, life moved to the steady rhythms of drumbeats, laughter, and whispered stories. The air was always warm, scented with the sweet tang of papaya and the smoky earthiness of firewood. Ukuni’s people, the Nare, believed in spirits as firmly as they believed in the sunrise. To them, the unseen world was just as real as their fields and rivers, and they treated it with a mixture of awe and humor.

Esi was a young woman who stood out in the village, not just because of her wild curls and the determined set of her jaw, but because she had an unquenchable thirst for the unknown. She was the one who, as a child, had peeked into Ma Jomo’s herb jars to see if they really did hold the whispers of spirits. Now, at twenty-one, her curiosity hadn’t waned; it had only sharpened.

Her grandmother, Ma Jomo, was the village’s storyteller and healer, a woman with silver hair and eyes that seemed to see beyond. She was known for both her sharp wit and the stories she told that could make the bravest villager scoot closer to the fire. She’d raised Esi after her parents had succumbed to the fever that swept through Ukuni years before. Though life was hard, there was love in the tiny hut with the painted door. And there was laughter—deep, loud laughter that carried into the night.

“Esi, leave the spirits be,” Ma Jomo said one evening, as Esi hummed absentmindedly and stirred a pot of stew over the fire. “They’re not as friendly as you think, especially not Nzangi.”

“Nzangi,” Esi repeated, tasting the name like it was a fruit she hadn’t tried yet. “The half-man, half-panther who eats children who wander into Tiba, right? It’s just a tale to keep kids close at night.”

Ma Jomo’s laughter was deep and throaty. “Is it now?” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “There are tales, my girl, and there are warnings. Know the difference.”

That night, with the moon hanging like a watchful eye, Esi couldn’t sleep. The forest called to her, its whispers and rustles tugging at the edge of her mind. Before she knew it, she was at the river’s bend, barefoot, heart thumping against her ribs. The air was cooler here, tinged with the smell of damp moss and the tang of secrets.

As she stepped into Tiba, the forest seemed to inhale, a hush falling over it as if it were waiting. The clearing she found was otherworldly. Trees stood taller here, their bark inscribed with symbols that seemed to shimmer as she passed. In the center was an ancient stone, cracked and veined like the hand of an elder, with a hollow at its center that cradled a blue flame. It flickered and leaped, casting moving shadows that made Esi’s skin prickle.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The voice was smooth, almost amused, and Esi spun around. Before her stood Nzangi—not as the monster of childhood tales but as something more human, more complicated. He had the eyes of someone who had seen too much and the slight smirk of someone who knew a few too many secrets. His black hair glistened like the pelt of a panther, and a silver chain rested on his chest, etched with the same symbols as the trees.

“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” Nzangi said, tilting his head. “Most who wander here don’t come back.”

“I’m not like most,” Esi shot back, more bravado in her voice than she felt in her chest.

His laugh was unexpected, warm, and rich. It reminded her of Ma Jomo’s, but deeper, like it belonged to the roots of the forest. “Clearly.”

Esi couldn’t help but smile, nerves melting into something like kinship. “So, do you really eat children?”

Nzangi raised an eyebrow. “That’s what they tell you, is it? I suppose every village needs a monster. Keeps the stories alive.”

“Why scare people away?” Esi asked, her voice softening. “Why stay hidden?”

“Because people don’t just fear what they don’t understand, Esi,” Nzangi said, eyes meeting hers. “They destroy it.”

The flame in the stone flared, showing images that made Esi gasp—Ma Jomo as a young woman, dancing around a fire, her hands raised to the sky. Spirits wove through the crowd, unseen but present. And there, in the corner, was a man with eyes like Nzangi’s, watching her with something more tender than fear. It dawned on Esi then that this wasn’t just a story from the past; it was a part of her own.

“You’re… family?” The words stumbled out, half-question, half-realization.

Nzangi’s smile faded into something softer. “Once. But that’s another story for another night.”

The forest seemed to sigh as Esi stepped back, the vision fading, the whispers quieting. “I’ll come back,” she said, heart steady now.

“Of course you will,” Nzangi replied, a hint of mischief returning. “But next time, bring something to trade. The spirits love a good story.”

When Esi returned to the village, feet muddied and heart full, Ma Jomo was waiting by the fire, eyes glistening with pride. “So,” she said, not asking, just knowing. “You met him.”

Esi nodded, a grin breaking across her face. “And I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m funny.”

The laughter they shared that night carried into the early hours, mixing with the sounds of the village as the first light touched the mountains. Esi knew this was just the beginning—of stories retold, of truths discovered, and of a girl who found her place between legend and life.

[yujee]

Gintama Quotes : “Manga endings might always be the same. However, when it comes to life, neither you nor I are mere readers. We're the writers. We can change the ending.” - Sakata Gintoki

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Final day of revision until im back at Uni in October. In less than 3 hours my exam will have began and freedom will be that much closer!

[the-bardiest-bard]

A first in any degree is insane, to have gotten into Cambridge he would've needed top grades at A level as well as a written essay for his application.

He could easily get into a doctorate or masters in his chosen subject, I mean he could literally walk into any university in the country and get onto a programme. A first in general is an achievement the fact he didn't come out of Cambridge talking like he went to Cambridge also an achievement which likely means he got in on merit and not breeding.

Source: I genuinely applied to Cambridge I got a conditional offer (I didn't get in)

Any time I see a fic speak disparagingly about Tim’s intellect I lose it because. Tim is smart! And not even just in a witty, snarky way, it’s like... Tim has a first from Cambridge. He’s book smart! I’d argue in season one he cared more about actually getting the archive in working order than Jon did, who just wanted to get it done half the time. He knew the names of a bunch of the students up in research and their subjects off the top of his head. He was successful in publishing for years before dropping straight into research, and taking to it so well that Jon wanted him on the archive team because he knew he was good at it.

So it’s just,,, really saddening to see people treat him like the dumb bi, or a ‘himbo’ I guess, just because he makes jokes and knows pop culture or because he’s flirty. The two aren’t mutually exclusive, he’s smart and he’s funny and he’s hot. Which sounds weird to state outright because it sounds like a tinder profile but apparently You Are Not Immune To Biphobic Stereotype painting him as just the funny flirtatious friend, especially when ignoring how he spends 2/3 of the show incredibly angry and depressed, which I know is no fun to write about but it also feels like something that can’t just be swept under the rug and when considering his character as a whole

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TLG: The Lesson

It was morning. The Guard woke to find that their leader had not yet returned home like she normally would during her late-night walks. For hours they patrolled the perimeter of Pride Rock and kept watchful eyes. Tazama, the Keenest of Sight, stood on the peak of the ridge that broke up the Pridelands and the Elephant Graveyard. She spotted a hunched figure exiting the vast land of carrion.

"Hiyo Kali!" she cried, "Vitani spotted coming from the Graveyard." "What? What on earth is she doing there?" Kasi questioned before following the Guard down the ridge. Vitani's ears perked up when she heard familiar voices call her name from a distance. She saw her Guard racing for her. Imara carefully followed, trying not to put too much weight on her severely bruised foreleg. "Vitani! Where have you been?" Kasi asked, arriving first. "We were looking all over for you." Tazama added. "Yeah, we were afraid something happened to you..." Shabaha froze and arched an eyebrow, "...What's happening here?" They took notice of Vitani carrying a flaming stick. Spots of soot were scattered across her disheveled fur, and she clearly hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. "Vitani, what were you doing in the Elephant Graveyard?" Imara said, catching up with everyone. "I spent the night devising a plan to deal with that rhino, and I've got a fool-proof plan, right here." Vitani gestured to the torch, "Girls, say hello to Nuka." Shabaha loudly cackled, while Imara and Kasi exchanged concerned looks. Tazama tilted her head. "Vitani? Are you sure you didn't breathe in too many fumes in there?" Kasi leaned into Vitani's face to get a better look at her. "I'm positive!" Vitani hissed, "I summoned Nuka with my Roar last night. I don't know how, but I did! Now, where's that rhino?" "Vitani, I'm not sure this is a good day for a mission." Imara shook her head, doubtful of her friend’s health. "Where's. The rhino?" Vitani growled, having had enough. "We heard him announce some kind of gathering at Ukuni Woods this morning. Said something about a debate against the old crash leader before the next Savannah Summit, why?" Shabaha answered, unwittingly going against everyone's plan to just take Vitani home. Everyone scowled at the Bravest. "...How did you even know all of that?" Imara squinted, "You won't listen to most commands, but you'll retain all that?" "That's all I needed to hear," Vitani brushed past the Guard, "Come on, girls." "What are you planning?" Kasi asked, near-frantic. "Just leave it to me." Vitani grinned. ___ "...and as future crash leader, I promise no predator will be welcome to our expanded grazing grounds! No longer shall we be called 'prey' to anyone!" Ngurumo's voice boomed across the plains. The herbivores cheered and bellowed what sounded like war-cries. A few even shouted pejorative remarks in regards to the predators they've quickly grown to hate. The Lion Guard lied low in the tall grass, watching what they could of the densely-crowded rally. "Oh, brother. " Shabaha rolled her eyes, "What a show. The jokes really tell themselves, here, and we even got the best seat seat in the house behind a wall of hippo cheeks. The flies really add an atmospheric ambiance to the literal bull-" "Shh! you're gonna give us away!" Kasi hissed. Meanwhile, Imara silently pushed Shabaha's head below the grass' height. Vitani briefly closed her eyes and shook her head before glancing back up, "What's the path look like, Tazama? Any direction I can enter?" "A gap between two zebras just opened up northwest of us. You better decide to slip in quickly. The gap appears to be closing soon." "Super..." Vitani began moving, grabbing her stick. "So, what's the plan, Vitani? We're dying to know!" Kasi whispered. Vitani craned her head, "Like I said, leave it to me. Just stay back and listen if I need your aid, don't want anyone to get caught up in the flames, now." "Flames?!" Kasi's eyes were orbs, "What are you- Vitani!" Vitani continued to wordlessly head for the opening. She abruptly and rudely cut in between the two zebras, who scowled in offense. "I'll be accepting your questions, now." the rhino stood tall. "I got one." Everyone turned to the lone lioness amongst the crowd. Gasps and mutters filled the plains. "Are you going to close this charade down and abide by the Circle of Life's laws, or am I gonna have to put a stop to all of this, myself?" "Well, look who dropped by." Ngurumo smirked and cocked his head up tauntingly, "What're you gonna do, little girl, roar at us and harm your fellow Pridelanders?" "Worse." Vitani swiped her stick across a slab of flint, the sparks igniting it. It was now a torch. "Roho ya Moto!" she growled. Suddenly, a large flame exploded from the end of the torch. It gave a roar as a head and forepaws took form. A maniacal cackle followed. The crowd gasped and prepared to run as the spirit jarringly lunged forward. The Guard, who now had an excellent view of the affair thanks to the scattering crowd, could not believe their eyes. "Nuka?!" they all shouted in unison. "Panic and run! Panic and run!" cried Thurston. "Wh- W-What is that?" Ngurumo sputtered, unable to hide his cowering. "Your warning to stop this conspiracy you got going on. Shut this all down, or you'll be chased out of the Pridelands at your own risk." Vitani glared. "Unholy conjurer of the evil spirit! She preaches the Circle of Life, yet wants us all to burn! Get her!" Ngurumo was so fearful of the supernatural being that stood before him, that he was losing control of his thoughts now. "Are you insane?" questioned Zito, "We're not fighting her or that thing!" "So much for our brave protector." a sable antelope rolled his eyes. "What a coward!" said a gazelle, "We're out of here!" The herbivores ran for their lives. The Lion Guard was forced to leave their hiding spot as a storm of hooves nearly crushed them. Only Ngurumo was left behind. "No!! Where are you going?! We must stand together to fight!" the rhino desperately called. Ngurumo growled as he slammed his hoof to the ground. He glanced up to see the rest of the Guard gathering behind Vitani as the fire spirit whispered in Vitani's ear. "I gotta go now, my minutes are up. I think you know what to do for a nice little finale." Nuka smirked. "Sorry you're gonna miss it." his sister matched his smirk, "Girls, get behind me." The Guard, already bewildered at everything that was going on, obeyed and took a few steps back. Vitani's eyes glowed. She took a deep breath, and roared the mighty roar of thousands of lions in the sky. The winds carried the four-ton rhino like a feather, launching him far into the unknown outskirts of the Pridelands. After moments of the Guard silently glancing at the disheveled ground and dissipating clouds, Shabaha finally spoke up. "What. Was. That?!" she leapt on her forelegs, giving her signature cackle. "Vitani, we're really sorry for not believing you earlier... about Nuka..." Kasi's ears pinned back. "Oh, it's crazy to me, too." Vitani smiled proudly. Vitani's eyes became reflective thinking about how she got to see Nuka again, as well as finally overcoming a hurdle she never thought she would. Everything was coming together, under her control. She would master the power of the Roar like her predecessor had once said. She was more than content with her place in the Circle of Life, now. ___ Ngurumo shook off the dust and pain from his old bones. He didn't know where he was now, but he was never going to leave the Pridelands, not the land he'd promised to his fellow herbivores. This would not be the last of his schemes...

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Dinner by the river in BKK. #reunion #bkk #bangkok #friends #travel #holiday #vacation #ukuni (at Bitter Deck by Sala Arun)

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Some sketches of what I’m working on!  Ukekuni got a redesign to fit Delta Chronicles! Meet Nurse Ukuni!

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As folks in Denver, Colorado were going about their workday, 26-year-old Eric Ukuni set out that morning with a different approach in mind. His mission concluded in one dead and multiple others injured, after meticulously escaping with their lives when Ukuni failed to finish his “task” by an inch.

Ukuni, whose race and religion was strangely missing from multiple reports as likely factors in his attack, went on a killing spree throughout part of Denver. A 66-year-old delivery man, Ernest Gurrini, was snagged in his wrath and murdered by Ukuni, merely for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Ukuni attempted to claim others’ lives after taking Gurrini’s to reach his “goal.” He had declared earlier in the day on Tuesday that he was on a mission to kill 3 persons but was stopped by shoppers at the 7-Elven where he deliberately plowed down the man, based on The Denver Channel.

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Affidavit: Driver of carjacked truck hits, kills pedestrian

Affidavit: Driver of carjacked truck hits, kills pedestrian

Denver Police Department Eric Ukuni A 26-year-old man is in custody after allegedly stealing a pickup and hitting and killing a man who had just bought a cup of coffee at a Denver 7-Eleven store. The fatal incident unfolded about 6:30 a.m. Tuesday, when Eric Okano Ukuni car-jacked a red Ford pickup from the parking lot of Mi Pueblo Market, 6040 E. 64th Ave. in Commerce City, according to an…