#zanji

[jaymang0]

"We're like family here"

[jenster21]

"At least I don't need three swords to prove I'm a man" HELLO?!?!!!!

[bitchapalooza]

Zoro: "Sanji"? I thought your name was Zanji? Y'know with a Z.

Sanji: You... Zanji??? Fucking seriously???

Zoro: What?

Sanji: How long have we known each other?

Zoro: Like three years now but what's that got to do with anything?

Sanji: You thought my name was ZANJI for three years! How!? How does that happen!?

Zoro: That's what your name tag back at the restaurant said!

Sanji: No, it said SANJI. With an S.

Zoro: It looked like a Z to me!

Sanji: It's clearly an S! How do you mix up a S with a Z! Are your eyes backwards!?

Zoro: Sometimes S's look like Z's, lay the fuck off me!

Sanji: You're kinda dyslexic aren't you, mosshead?

Zoro: ....yeah..

[kira--ijustreadshii]

Ladies, Gentlemen, & everyone Inbetween!

I Present to you ZANJI!!!

This is what a Sanji + Zoro mix would look like...

UNTILL WE MEET AGAIN!!!

[st-just]

Orn, City of Starships, had been beautiful. An oasis of civilization, Zanji had called it, in the wreck of the cosmos. Viv saw its former glory in its ashes: crystal towers snapped by a mighty hand, their shattered peaks filling broad avenues. Heavenly bridges went nowhere, ended in splinters. Among the ruins Viv saw amphitheaters, arenas, market squares, perhaps a shopping mall - she knew she was misreading all of this, painting the dead city with categories and purposes she understood, but she couldn't help it any more than she could help hearing sorrow in a song in an unfamiliar tongue. Orn, city of starships, Orn of the best seafood this side of anywhere, Orn of the simulated depravities, Orn where you could talk to gods. The city's people had loved her, and built her so well that an outside, stepping tender, scared, from her ship a thousand years - more? - after her fall would know the depth of their love. They built her so well even her ruins awed.

-Empress of Forever, by Max Gladstone

[vsnotresponding]

tag game: find the words

thanks for the tags @ashirisu! here's a wall of text for your enjoyment <3

my words are: contain, freedom, paper, graceful, and device

all excerpts are from Púlsar, the WIP i'm currently translating

c o n t a i n

[The only thing I can focus on is the little lion plushie my mom made for me when I was born. Even though she was the queen, she insisted on fixing it when it broke...]

She can’t anymore.

She’s dead, and it’s my fault.

A sob breaks the silence, too strong to contain in time. I put a hand over my mouth to dim the next one, but it’s also not enough. The knot in my throat, the one that has been with me the whole evening, makes swallowing painful. I try to regulate my breathing, but it’s useless too. I can’t cry, not now. There’s work to be done.

My temples rest on my right arm over the table, my eyes closed. I clench my jaw when my shoulders shake, my fists when I sob. My sleeve is wet.

I’m sorry.

I raise my head, my breathing trembling. The imitations that make the lion’s eyes mirroring me: my hair a mess, wet face, bags under my green eyes, red from crying. Another sob, I reach out to take the plushie into my arms, hugging it against my chest.

Chapter 3 - Out of Place - Karma's POV

f r e e d o m

I am aware, though, that I have no chance of escaping. Sooner or latter they’ll light another imitation and they will find me. It won’t be a challenge to take me with them, to use me and to leave me to rot once they get all the aldamu they can out of me. And I, weak as I am, tired to the bones and sick, won’t be able to do anything to stop them.

I cherish my last moment of freedom, the little time out I won running out. I think that, at the very least, I’ve got them far away from the outskirts, where Hamza and Níniam wait for my return. At least they are safe.

A light, I think someone’s talking to me, but I can’t understand him. One yanks my arm to make me stand up, and my head falls to my chest, spitting blood all over my dirty shirt, my wet hair falling over my eyes. He needs help from his partner to make me walk. I have no strength to resist them, but I have no strength to walk either. I think I vomit, but I’m not sure. I may fall when they make me take a step. I can hardly tell. I don’t know either if they make me stand again.

I do know that, when they take the new creation from my hand, she dissolves. Over us, the rain hits the roofs and our heads.

The last thing I see is, again, the dark banner, still and soaked under the rain.

Chapter 1 - The Creator - Ira's POV

p a p e r

After what feels like an eternity, we finally get to another door. When they open it, I see him: the Iria, directly in front of us, a succession of arcs supporting the tall ceilings of the chamber. It’s bigger than the throne’s, bigger than the Zanji and even the major square of the capital. Besides the principal room there are two others, one at each side parallel to the central one, imitations lightning the space much brighter than anywhere else on the island. It takes me a while to notice the rocks that have fallen over from the walls and columns, from the ceiling, in an obvious reminder of a disaster that happened here, glass and paper broken on the corners, besides the columns and the pockets the arcs' shapes create.

And then there’s the Iria. The vision makes me want to puke, wonderment brutally replaced by horror — for the cracks that cover the monstrous rock, in pasts times bright and vibrant orange, now dimmed like the imitations and covered by white patterns, segments of rocks taken out or fallen.

The vision hits me.

I freeze, and connect.

Chapter 4 - Kafir - Ira's POV

g r a c e f u l

I drag a hand across my face and tightly close my eyes. I won’t cry, I can’t cry. Tears will do nothing for me. I breathe with too much strength, too fast. I push it all, the guilt, the grief, the pain, the betrayal, the loneliness. I stop a sob. I need to take control of myself. Princes don’t lose their north. Princes are graceful and tranquil.

“I’m sorry.”

My voice comes out chocked, almost a whisper. It’s the truth, I am sorry I doubted Áine. I shouldn’t have. I’m tired, that’s all. What’s happened with the creator has caused some memories to resurface. I ignore them, I turn my back to them. I force my body to relax.

Chapter 3 - Out of Place - Karma's POV

d e v i c e

so, i don't think i've ever used this word in my writing, so you are getting another "contain" excerpt <3

We look at each other, Garvan on his feet, approaching with the shackles, Áine hurriedly looking for the bandages to dress the wound. They both stop on their track when she talks.

“Ila is the earth and the language” without rising her gaze, she recites a fragment of the legend of Ila’s conditions “, the blood that runs in your people’s veins. Ila is the island and the island is Ila.”

“She’s the echo.” She pauses to look beyond my shoulder, her eyes unfocused. Her hands clench on the cloth at her fingers. “I feel it. The beating.” She looks at Áine, through her. “We are one.”

“You say you can fix what’s wrong with the Core.” Now she looks at me, eyes more focused, the closeness painful when I look at her broken nose and the blood drying on her chin. I realize she’s trying to calm us down. To contain herself. I nod, slowly, nervously. “You want… to understand me.” I nod again, more decided this time. “But I’m here against my will. As a prisoner. Under threat that if I don’t obey, they’ll massacre my people.” She looks me in the eyes at that, her voice remains unbroken. Her eyes are back to being hers. No shine, no haze, still filled with rage and some tears on her eyelids. She doesn’t let them fall. I lower my head, ashamed. I know she’s thinking of the shahin and my brother when she looks at me. She sighs.

Chapter 5 - The Connection - Ira's POV

was this way too long? yes. do i particularly care? nah

i'm tagging @my-cursed-prince @aquil-writes and @on-noon

your words are: crystal, rage, weak, stars and ghost

[brighth0pe]

Fun fact:

The whole multiversial interactions is canon in KKHTA:R since there's Zanji a horror who travel through another dimension to kill garo and a whole bunch of shit happen within my first and second blog.

[literary-illuminati]

Also - I honestly have never read it (I know, I know) so I really have no idea how many references I'm going to miss. But given Zanji's whole deal and the crown forcing her to obey Viv I mean it's not not a setup for an incredibly esoteric riff on Journey to the West, so far?

Just, you know, instead of delivering holy texts they're going to punch the empress of heaven in the face.

[sandwhichjack]

I’m sorry but that’s the ship name??? When Zanji was right there???

Yall ever seen in the comment section of a ZoSan post and it's just Sanji is straight Sanji is straight but it's never Zoro is straight

[eigwayne]

I’m watching Ming Dynasty again, and I hate the male lead so much. So much. He’s arrogant and cruel and manipulative and smarmy and maybe that’s the point? No one in this show is looking good as a human being except maaaaaybe Ruowei, who haas already had her character arc apparently and has learned to let go of her anger, maaaaybe Xu Bin, whose greatest flaw so far is the same as Zhu Yilong’s character in Minglan, that in order to keep the peace, he won’t fight hard enough to keep his love. And I respect someone who will give up their personal wish in order to keep thousands of others safe, so I rather like Xu Bin. Everyone else is a piece of shit.

But Zhu Zanji is the most stomach-turningly irritating of them. I want to punch him in the face every time he shows up. I would stop watching even though I made it to the halfway point, he gets on my nerves that much. But this is based on history and his character dies relatively young, so the thought of him finally kicking the bucket is keeping me going.

[zambianobserver]

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[alazybeing]

This video is oddly satisfying 😌

[samuelalrick]

While I was finishing up my Library Escape picture I was thinking about other concept idea's I could draw for my Fanfiction. One of those ideas was about Link's Uncle and what happened to his body after you leave him in the game. Link's Uncle is a member of the Knights of Hyrule an elite order of Knight's who have appeared in other Zelda Games like Ocarina of Time, The Oracle series and Four Swords Adventures to name a few. And In Ataru Cagiva's Manga (Where the Name Zanji comes from) He's was the Head Trainer of solders of Hyrule. meaning he was well known figure in the Hylian military like a veteran of sorts. so my Idea so far for this scene is that after Link and Zelda's escape a guard will inform the King and Aghanim that the Princess was abducted. The King will order an Immediate lockdown of Hyrule Castle and Town and that the surrounding villages and country side be searched to find her. then while investigating the Castle they find the bodies of Zanji and Hylian Guard along with his comrade. They ask him what happened that night and who killed the guard and Zanji. the Man will explain that it all happened so fast and he's not really sure but that he remembers seeing a boy in green wearing the coat with the crest of the Knights of Hyrule attack him and his comrade. after further investigation they find out that the boy was possibly Link Zanji's Nephew. And that Link had spent some time with Princess Zelda during the festival. Aghanim Knowing that he Killed Zanji tells the King that Link was the one who killed the his Uncle and the Guard before he kidnapped the Princess. and that Zanji was trying to Protect the Princess from his evil nephew. The King will place an reward for the capture of Link. And that because of Zanji's Attempt at saving the Princess that He will be buried in Hyrule Cathedral along side the Nobility.

And That's what I've got so far on this idea let me know what you thing

[st-just]

The Ornclan had drugged her, chained her, sold her to the Pride for dissection, and here she was trying to solve their problems. But, hell, she couldn't just let Zanji kill anyone she didn't like. Soon there'd be no one left.

-Vivian, Empress of Forever, by Max Gladstone

[vsnotresponding]

PÚLSAR: GLOSSARY

masterpost

@dotr-rose-love asked if there was a glossary and i realized how dumb it was that there wasn't one. so here it is

aldamu

imitation hybrid, made with creator blood using the method for making imitations. can also mean offspring of an énna and a khithi. both are extremely rare

alziwaq

medicine drug that helps ease the symptoms of the sickness

amira

title: princess (heir)

ara

king. Ira's nickname for Karma is "little ara"

athir

affectionate nickname Ira has for Níniam, meaning beloved

Core

the heart of the island, said to be situated under the mountain that shares his name

creations

irregular spherical bright orange stone that only creators can create and use. they are usually passed down from creator to creator

creator

born from Ila herself, creators are connected to the island like no other khithi is

deryan

from Derya

dima

substance that connects everything that's from the island. found in dirt, blood, and air

dunstan

meaning hard dark rock. nickname Hamza has for Ira

Ecco

creatures that serve Zaeaf in legends

énna

name given to the conquerors that now rule the island

fatir

creator in gair

fiah

meaning untamable in gair. nickname Karma has for Ira

gair

language spoken by the énna

Ila

name given to the island and her goddess

ilan

language spoken by the khithi

imitations

spherical orange stones made by the imitators using khithi blood. they produce light and/or heat

imitators

members of the order of the imitators, in charge of managing the island's most precious resource: the dima

Iria

huge rock buried under the palace. the imitators use him to measure the island's energy levels and to track the creator population

Jhai

name the énna use for the first creator. meaning unknown. it's not a translation from the ilan name

kafir

heretic, traitor

khadae

title: chief imitator. held by Súil

khithi

native people to the island

Khitji

name of the first creator

Masrae

creator that's said was corrupted by Zaeaf

mirza

title: prince (heir)

mirzaan

title: prince

naqi

captain in the order of imitators

nihaya

meaning my infinite. Karma's mother nickname for him

qudra

the name of Karma's attempt at a cure, named in honor of the ancestral technique for creating

sahira

bloodline that in the past was in charge of the temples and shrines to Ila. characterized by their golden eyes. énna call them witches

shahin

title: monarch. held by Goleor of Iria

the process

exchange khithi can subject themselves to voluntarily. they give away their blood in exchange for food or money. most don't make it out

Zaeaf

name given to the sea and his god

Zanji

the black market in the outskirts