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levysoft · 7 months

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GIAPPONE

Ordine: cognome, nome. Es. Kondo Marie.

Secondo riferimento: cognome. Es. Kondo.

CINA

Ordine: cognome, nome. Ad esempio: Xi Jinping.

Secondo riferimento: cognome. Es. Xi.

Nota: la maggior parte dei cognomi cinesi sono costituiti da una sillaba. Se vedi un nome cinese a tre sillabe, puoi essere sicuro che il nome a due sillabe è il nome dato e il nome a una sillaba è il cognome. Ma nei casi in cui la persona ha due nomi a sillaba sola, può essere impossibile dire quale dovrebbe essere il nome e il cognome. Es. Wang Yang.

COREA DEL SUD, COREA DEL NORD

Ordine: cognome, nome. Ad esempio: Moon Jae-in; Kim Jong-un.

Secondo riferimento: cognome. Es. Luna; Kim.

Nota: come i nomi cinesi, la maggior parte dei cognomi coreani sono sillabe singole. La maggior parte dei nomi propri ha due sillabe, spesso unite da un trattino. Si noti inoltre che Kim è il cognome più comune nella penisola coreana, quindi se si fa riferimento a più di un "Kim" in una storia può essere utile scrivere i nomi per intero.

INDIA

Ordine: dipende dalla regione. Nell'India settentrionale, è tipico seguire la convenzione occidentale del nome, cognome. Es. Narendra Modi.

Secondo riferimento: cognome. Es. Modi.

Nell'India meridionale, alcune comunità seguono un sistema di denominazione più complesso. Un modello tipico è: nome del villaggio, nome del padre, nome, nome della casta. Le iniziali sono spesso usate per abbreviare il nome. Es. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam. È comune che il nome sia scritto per intero. È anche comune per gli indiani del sud usare i loro nomi di casta come cognomi.

Secondo riferimento: nome o nome di casta. Es. Kalam.

Nota: i sikh tendono a usare Singh (maschi) e Kaur (femmine) come cognomi.

SRI LANKA

Ordine: dipende dal gruppo etnico. I nomi singalesi sono spesso composti da tre o più componenti, tra cui: nome del padre, nome, cognome. Es. Pallewatte Gamaralalage Yapa Maithripala Yapa Sirisena (di solito abbreviato in Maithripala Sirisena).

Secondo riferimento: cognome. Es. Sirisena.

La comunità tamil di solito usa due nomi: nome del padre, nome. Il nome del padre è spesso rappresentato da un'iniziale, con il nome scritto per intero. Es. V. Rudrakumaran.

Secondo riferimento: Nome. Es. Rudrakumaran.

PAKISTAN

Ordine: nome, cognome (o nome del padre). Es. Imran Khan.

Secondo riferimento: cognome. Es. Khan.

MALESIA

Ordine: Nome, nome del padre. Es. Mahathir Mohamad.

Secondo riferimento: Nome. Es. Mahathir.

THAILANDIA

Ordine: nome, cognome. Es. Thaksin Shinawatra.

Secondo riferimento: Nome. Es. Thaksin.

INDONESIA

Ordine: Nome/nomi, a volte (ma non sempre) seguiti da un cognome. Es. Prabowo Subianto Djojohadikusumo.

Secondo riferimento: Nome. Es. Prabowo.

Nota: molti indonesiani hanno un solo nome. Es. Suharto. Anche i soprannomi sono comunemente usati. Es. Il presidente Joko Widodo (entrambi i nomi) a Jokowi.

MYANMAR

Ordine: Non esiste un nome e cognome - i nomi dovrebbero sempre essere usati nella loro forma completa. Es. Aung San Suu Kyi.

Secondo riferimento: Aung San Suu Kyi.

VIETNAM

Ordine: cognome, nome in due parti. Es. Nyuyen Phu Trong.

Secondo riferimento: seconda parte del nome. Es. Trong.

Nota: alcuni nomi non possono essere divisi in questo modo perché hanno un significato speciale e dovrebbero sempre essere scritti per intero. Es. Ho Chi Minh significa “Brigio di Luce”.

FILIPPINE

Ordine: nome, cognome. Es. Rodrigo Duterte.

Secondo riferimento: cognome. Es. Duterte.

Nota: molti filippini usano anche il nome da nubile della madre come "secondo nome", che può essere rappresentato da un'iniziale o scritto per intero.

CAMBOGIA

Ordine: cognome, nome. Es. Hun Sen.

Secondo riferimento: Nome completo. Es. Hun Sen.

LAOS

Ordine: nome, cognome. Es. Bounnhang Vorachith.

Secondo riferimento: Nome. Es. Bounnhang.

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444names · 2 years

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the entire article on indonesian language from wikipedia

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#444names #444 names

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jojolovenotes · 2 years

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Awww I don't know if I'm late, and it's a bit silly lol, but a nostalgic thing I'd like to share with Giorno is the book and the movie The Secret Garden lol because I hc that he builds her a concealed garden as a space that they use to relax and ground themselves in. (Lol sorry I never shut up about that place). It's a story I really connected with as a child and I think it would show him exactly how much his gesture is treasured.

It’s never too late :3 that’s not silly at all!! I think that’s really sweet. I’m sure he’d really enjoy The Secret Garden a lot ( I recall as a child I really enjoyed the film! ) but that’s so sweet though 🥺🥺🥺 and no need to be sorry! I’d love to hear more of your thoughts about it!!

#received transmission ✨#ships: Giorno #brigio

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briagiovanna · 3 years

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Get to know the OCs

Name: Bria Giovanna (formerly Adal)

Birthday: 29 September 1985

Parents: Mira Adal, Mahin Kalita

Nationality: Italian

Ethnicity: Indian

Stand Name: The Cult (Act 1 and Act 2)

Favorite foods: Spicy Paella, dark chocolate

Least favorite foods: most kinds of red meat,

Favourite music: Rock, classical, trap

Favourite book/story: The Picture of Dorian Grey

Hero: Bruno Bucciarati

Name: Giordano Giovanna

Birthday: 10 December 2010

Nationality: Italian

Stand name: Heathens (Requiem)

Favorite foods: Sushi, his mother's baking

Least favorite foods: anything greasy

Favourite music/artists: Classic Rock, Metal (Rolling stones, Evanescence, Bullet for my Valentine)

Favourite book/ story: Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell

Hero: Giorno Giovanna (he'd never admit it to him though 😂)

Name: Giada Giovanna (Gia)

Birthday: 1 May 2013

Nationality: Italian

Stand Name: Snapdragons

Favourite foods: Chocolate ice cream, her mother's lasagna

Least favourite foods: anything too spicy

Favourite music/ artists: Kpop, JRock, alternative rock (BTS, Blackpink, Coldplay, One OK Rock)

Favourite book/ story: Wuthering heights by Emily Bronte

Hero: Audrey Hepburn

#BriGio #self ship #oc x canon #Bria Giovanna #don giovanna #the giovanna kids #Giordano Giovanna #Gia Giovanna

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thequeenofthenightgentlyweeps · 2 years

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***

"Hey, umm, I wanna say sorry for what happened last time. You know,... " Mista apologized as he scratched the back of his head. "Abbacchio doesn't hate you. You see, he - "

"It's alright, Mista. I understand." Aria smiled and nodded to reassure him. "I understand that other Stand Users would do what you and Abbacchio would have done if they were in your position."

"No! I mean, hurting you,... killing you,... that's just,... wrong. You're innocent. Bucciarati knows that. Fugo, as well. I do, as well. And I'm sure Narancia only ever acts on instinct. He doesn't mean any harm. But, Abbacchio,... he's too, ah,... straightforward. What I mean is, he follows orders right down to a - " And before he could let slip something that shouldn't be said, he waved a hand and chuckled. "You know what? Don't listen to me. As long as you're with Bucciarati, you'll be fine." He smiled, and seeing the girls emerge from the kitchen, he said, "Have fun with Bucciarati tomorrow, okay?" And with a mischievous little whisper, he added, "And make sure you're safe, okay? You know, with -

"You know what? Don't listen to me. As long as you're with Bucciarati, you'll be fine." He smiled, and seeing the girls emerge from the kitchen, he said, "Have fun with Bucciarati tomorrow, okay?" And with a mischievous little whisper, he added, "And make sure you're safe, okay? You know, with - "

Mista's words still rang as clearly as bells that sunny Saturday morning as Aria prepared for the festival. Looking at the items that Bria and Trish gave her, then at herself at the mirror, she couldn't think of anything else other than what the gunslinger said.

What did he mean by those words?

"What I mean is, he follows orders right down to a - "

Orders. That was the word.

Was Abbacchio, and the entirety of Bruno's team for that matter, given the order to kill her should the Queen run amok?

And speaking of orders given to the team, she could only think of one person who could possibly do that.

Giorno Giovanna.

Closing her eyes shut for a moment, Aria rubbed her cheeks, harshly reminding herself that Giorno would never do such a thing. After all, he and Bria have given her more than enough to start a new life. A new home, a fresh new environment. A place to heal and meditate.

A chance to be with someone who truly cared for her more than anything,...

Just like that, the young pianist mind's playful thoughts automatically drifted to the man who invited her to the little Fête.

Going back to the least mortifying act of dressing and dolling up for the small event, Aria reminded herself of the good things that Bruno Bucciarati has done for her. How he managed to expel the dark thoughts, even the malicious whispers and threats of the Queen, off her wreckage of a mind still remained a mystery to her. With him around, she felt safer. Warmer. Every second she spent with him felt truly precious to her.

He saved her. And that's all that matters.

And now,...

She left her doubts and not so cheerful thoughts for a while, picked up her reticule, and made her way downstairs to the sun room where the grand piano stood. Slowly, her fingers glided against the smooth wooden surface of the instrument, her mind going back to those times she practiced with her parents.

She would never, ever, forget this day.

And somehow, she found it so hard to move on from that painful experience, as well.

But, it was not the time to weep.

Her heart still mourning for that loss, she left the room and made her way outside where the Capo waited.

***

The small Procida music festival, as Aria put it, felt like the actual thing that takes place during summer. Indeed, there were booths, people from different places, street musicians, there even was a wonderful parade. Everything was there, except,...

"You know,... " she began, not taking her eyes off the violinist playing Beethoven's Summer sonata at the other side of the road. "My parents used to bring me to festivals like these. The summer music festival was their favorite."

"I see." The Capo answered, his eyes only ever focused on the female pianist. "It's actually only my second time attending a festival such as this one."

"Oh!" Looking at Bruno, Aria asked, "It's so close to your hometown. I mean - ! If I live close, I'd be going every time. And no one can stop me."

"Haha, I'm sure no one could." The Capo smiled, casually brushing a stray bit of popcorn off her cheek. "So, I assume you've been to all sorts of festivities like these when you were still in Genova."

"You bet. And I got lost on my first time attending one."

"You're kidding."

Aria chuckled a bit nervously, still feeling stupid because of that particular memory. "I wish. It was a really big event. With such colorful floats and all sorts of pleasant sounds coming from all over the place. It was overwhelming. I got so distracted listening to a couple of singers that, suddenly, I wasn't holding mom's hand. Everywhere I look, there were only strange faces around. No mom, no dad. Only tall people in colorful clothes. I felt so,... lonely."

"What happened? How did you find them?"

"I didn't! Someone did, I forgot who - " Her mind going back to that part, she slowly recalled how the scene played out. And remembering every detail of it felt like emerging from a really dark tunnel of crisscrossed and misshapen pictures. "Someone found me! A boy! Only a bit taller than I was. He was with his mom and dad! They led me back to my worried parents!"

"Wait." Bruno interjected. "You're saying,... a boy,... found you,... "

"Yeah." Aria mused as she looked at Bruno's eyes, and suddenly, she was reminded of something else about the boy who found her that day. "Come to think of it, I do remember he has the bluest eyes I have ever seen! So blue, it reminds me of both the sky and the ocean. I just know because I remember pestering my parents about going to the beach afterwards because of it."

"A boy,... with blue eyes?" The Capo repeated with such a mysterious tone, a raised eyebrow, and a grin, as if the whole fiasco about little Aria getting lost in the crowd amused him.

But, Aria herself missed all of these telltale signs, as she was still busy recalling everything that happened that day.

And Bruno? He remembered everything. He remembered every single detail as if it only happened yesterday.

"Do tell me, dear." Began the Capo, a brilliant idea just hatching in his head. "Was it the summer of 19 - ?"

An ugly hiss, almost accompanied with an awful curse that Aria couldn't hear due to all the noise and bustle of the festival, escaped Bruno's lips as he felt his phone vibrating from his pocket. Reluctantly, he took the device, and was surprised to see Guido Mista's name blaring almost bluntly on the screen like a butcher on Judgment Day.

"You must answer it." The girl told him with a simple smile as she licked the caramel flavor off her fingers. Noticing the worried look on the Capo's face, she added, "I'll be fine, Bruno. I promise."

Forcing a quite acceptable smile, he planted a kiss on Aria's forehead, stood up from the bench, and answered the phone. Turning away from her and walking a safe distance from her, he cleared his throat and answered, "Mista, how can I - ?"

"Giorno." That simple word made Bruno's heart escalate to an almost abnormal beat. And it only meant one thing,... "Bucciarati, he is coming! He is coming for Aria."

Blissfully unaware of what's happening, and the potential threat on her own life, Aria watched the street performance with a smile. Bruno had done it once again. She's,... actually smiling. She’s enjoying the festival.

It’s because of him.

If only this moment could last forever,...

"Miss! Miss!"

Aria turned just in time to see a young girl with grease on her face tugging impatiently at the hem of her dress. Suddenly, it reminded her of her pint – sized self when she got lost on that festival, on that summer of 1986.

Oh, hey are you lost?

"Oh, hey." Aria said, remembering those words uttered by that boy with the beautiful ocean blue eyes. "Are you lost?"

"He told me to give this to you!" The girl simply told her, shoving a slightly crumpled piece of paper to her hand.

"O - kay,... " Shaking her head, an amused smile on her face, she slowly unfurled the paper, careful not to rip the slightly damp edges. "So, will you tell me who sent this - ?"

All of a sudden, it seemed as though all the noise has been sucked into the void. All the colors of the surroundings, of the sky, of the colorful floats, of the booths, of the people, vanished, leaving behind a menacing trail that made her blood run cold.

On that note, on that simple, innocent looking letter, the words glared at her, like sunlight burning her irises.

Like furnace melting away the skin of her hands.

I know who killed your parents

Aria looked up from the letter, wanting to face the girl who gave her the accursed piece of paper. However, she was nowhere to be found.

Standing up and looking all over the place, with all the colors and all the noise going back, making her eardrums ring and her eyes sting, she clutched the letter and went looking for the girl.

There! Right there! Aria saw her running towards that corner. She ran after her, bumping against innocent festival goers and almost getting herself hurt. She turned around the corner, and saw nothing. Her eyesight darted towards the other end of the street, and there! She saw her again! This time, she was squeezing herself into the massive crowd of people watching the parade.

"Hey! Wait!" Aria desperately called but, people were just bumping into her, not even caring when they stepped on her feet and shoved her aside. Getting more and more anxious, her stress levels rapidly escalating, she braced herself and went after the girl. She followed that trail, ignoring the complaints of the people she pushed just to get through. And when she finally got through the crowd, she found herself stuck in the middle of it all.

Everywhere she looked, their smiling faces threatened her. They looked fake. They were like masks worn by killers. And their laughter seemed to mock her entire existence. The wild colors and wide variety of hues made her eyes hurt, and the noise made her head hurt so, so much.

Trying to get things under control, she covered her ears and closed her eyes, fervently wishing for everything to go back to normal.

Desperately praying for Bruno to come and save her, and tell her that everything would be fine,...

"I know who killed them. I know."

That voice,...

Amidst all the noise that barged into her throbbing eardrums and head, she heard it.

And it sounded so much like a malicious hiss.

That voice,… she knew that voice.

"I,... know."

"Please,... " Aria begged, feeling her restraint finally breaking. " ... stop."

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A few moments earlier,...

"Now, let's not rush into things. I know he's suspicious but, listen to me very, very carefully, Ris." Melone reasoned, all the while keeping up with the leader of their small intel squad that Giorno put together in a short span of time.

"I thought I have warned you about calling me by that name." Risotto Nero's sideways glance was enough to make the purple - haired man yield.

"Yes! I mean, Risotto." Melone corrected himself as he nearly avoided an elderly couple enjoying the festival. "You've seen him and what he hides! He may be another filth of Passione but, he isn't the man you are looking for!"

"I know." The tall Capo stopped walking. Facing Melone, he firmly added, "I know what I saw. And I know what he is capable of."

"But, Sarastro is just a dirty old man, Risotto. And I mean it in both ways! He is - "

All of a sudden, a cry of agony pierced their ears. On full alert, the two men followed the sound of the unfolding chaos, and right in the middle of the road, where the parade was currently taking place, they found a girl crouched on the ground, covering her ears, her eyes firmly shut, as if she's keeping something at bay.

Except that it had already broken loose, and took down several parade dancers within the girl's immediate vicinity.

The thing that did exactly that, the thing that the girl seemed so afraid of, stood right before them. A tall, dark woman clad from head to toe in black, her crown of withered thorns and silver adorning her noble head.

And in her wake, the fate of the people of Procida rested at the Queen's mercy.

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I would like to thank @mrsgiovanna for once again allowing me to include her sweet, beautiful Bri 😍😍😍❤❤❤

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#Bruno Bucciarati #OC Aria Pamina Hertz #Bruno X OC Aria #Giorno Giovanna #OC Bria Adal #Giorno X OC Bria #BruAri #BriGio #Guido Mista #Risotto Nero #Melone #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind

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donvilaro · 2 years

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Why neither of you can afford clothes while owning half of Italy is beyond me... 😂 Here you go beautiful Bria, I didn't want to put Don Donuts there next to you but I was the bigger person😏 @mrsgiovanna

I used this base

#bria giovanna #don giovanna #giorno giovanna #jojo original character #she's always so beautiful #BriGio is nice #I think BriCcolo is better

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mrsgiovanna · 11 months

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Yayy I'm finally done with the chaos trio🤗 I didn't know if I wanted this to be like a fake screenshot or a character card type of thing, so I did both. Niccolo belongs to @donvilaro

Okay it's 1am, goodnight 🤭😘

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rafaelcardozo · 5 years

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Me encanta esta marca. #brigio #modamasculina #modahombre #moda #migamarra @brigioshopofficial @appmigamarra https://www.instagram.com/p/BuE0vqRnBQn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=u4xj7j51sbrj

#brigio #modamasculina #modahombre #moda #migamarra

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dongiovanna · 2 years

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@mrsgiovanna ❤️

#brigio aesthetics #brigio #i love you

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kuroowo · 3 years

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Kindly rank your moots self ships

👀👀 (I won’t be ranking them though I’ll just be talking about my fav from their self ships bc ranking them makes me sweat💀 wait so I guess I will be sort of ranking their ships but just with #1 LMAO)

P. S. I didn’t go through every mutual who had self ship info on their page (that’s too many 💀), so I did the ones I talk to more (& could find info about their ships on)!

@haikyooot

I’m sorry but the more I think about it, the more Kita x Emi reigns supreme in my heart😩 it’s the balance, the domesticity, the 7 kids Emi is willing to carry for her farmer man Kita Shinsuke😩😩🙏🏼🙏🏼 THE OG like truly, the parental couple where one is a secret wild child that the other tames occasionally with his dick love🥴KSKSKKSKS but they will parent u😩🙏🏼 (Just as Kita will parent emiSINWKXJ) tbh they’re the couple that has their shit together or has determination of the gods imo

@iwangel

Leya x Atsumu has such uncontrolled, but controlled sexy vibe 😩🙏🏼 they’re both chaotic in their own ways and I just love how they’re the ride or die type for each other with a hefty dash of heavy flirting and feral bites 🥴 whether the bites are out of love or playfulness, you can ask Leya & Tsum themselves LMAO

@quirrrky

Kuroo x Rei, tell me a better combo ILL WAIT😩💓 it’s the dynamics, the visuals, the aesthetic loveliness of these 2 that has me on my knees🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ THEYRE THAT COUPLE THAT PLAYFULLY ARGUES A LOT BUT IS JUST AS SICKENINGLY SWEET IN THE SAME BREATH like legit couple goals uwu

@tenrichouku

I’m not familiar with tokrev rn but yk what I am familiar with? Sukuna x Ava🥴 it’s the big bad guy x uwu girl with hidden fangs vibes OOF like u just know that nobody messes with either of them because it always ends in a blood bath and it won’t be sukuna’s or ava’s OOP 🤪🥴🥰

@mrsgiovanna

BriGio is canon at this point, no? FRRRRR They support and complement each other SO well 🧎🏻‍♀️💓 the couple that grows together & rules together 🙏🏼🙏🏼 ROYALTY VIBES but behind doors they’re just so sweet with each other it makes me melt UWUWUWU

@violetsoju

Kuroo & Lin uwu they’d be that couple where u see teasing each other but are actually just softies for each other uwuwuwu posts of their couple pics on social media will 100% make u think true love is real bc YALL SO CUTEUWUWUUWUWUWU Also Lin would deck a mf for Kuroo & kuroo would swoon and then instantly go ring shopping after 🥴👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

@chifupurrs

Hirugami x Cat uwu they give me the classic ‘opposites attract’ vibes going on with hiru’s calmness & cat’s energy 😩🙏🏼 + how hiru would be able to pick up cat’s worries & comfort her while cat helps him let loose a little bit more AAAA SWEET BALANCE 🧎🏻‍♀️💓 animal lovers couple also v v cute uwu

@smolmo

Mo x Kiyoomi. MOOMI 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ Just like their very adorable ship name, I think mo & omi would be such a sweet couple 😭 mo would definitely make omi super soft and gooey uwu💓 she’d bring out the gentleness, the sweetness outta that man and he wouldn’t even realise until he’s an hour into cuddling u & playing with your fingers UWUUWUWUWU a very soft couple (but don’t fuck with them👁👁 do not especially fuck with mo because omi will hold nothing back 👏🏼)

@tetsvhoe

Kuroo x Gwen OMG they’re so in love. THEY’RE SO IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR ITS THE FLUFF-CRACK COUPLE EVERYONE LOVES😩🙏🏼 I just think this dynamic would be one of firecrackers, driving trips while belting out songs, and secretly giggling to each other uwu it’s the kind of love u see on Pinterest boards where it’s a collage of fun & nostalgic looking pics uwu

@sunshinetoshi

Ushi x Tara OMGJCOWMLD bc I think they’d be SO CUTE TOGETHER 😩😩😩🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ big boi ushi being weak for sunshine tara like it’s the epitome of opposites attract + softies for each other 😭😭😭 defo think their dynamic is something shoujo mangas about sweet romance and light angst would go after uwu💓

@osaurimiya

Simba Samu like cmon now it’s just obvious at this point like the sweet & lowkey feral but super big brain x calm looking but is actually lowkey big hearted idiot uwu 💓 the way these two would get into trouble tgt bc samu likes to indulge in u (also bc he gets swayed SO easily LMAO) & also bc nauraiscomet has a very chaotic energy that pulls in samu 😩🙏🏼

@strawbearisamu

There’s no one else but Osamu🧎🏻‍♀️💓💓 im thinking chaos, but in the best way possible! A very fun relationship 💯💯💯 and I feel like y’all would be so supportive of each other, like hype man level AND I LIVE FOR THAT UWU also lots of aesthetic pictures & dates & picnics 🥰👍🏻

@alittlewhitetulip

The OG prosciutto 🧎🏻‍♀️ i rmb talking about our jjba ship hcs tgt and that was so wholesome🧎🏻‍♀️ very much my parental figures😩🙏🏼 theyre that couple that transcends time and they’re such a power couple too omfg like the fashion, the confidence, the strength & faith😩🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 they have a very sophisticated aura too if yk what I mean? But watch out bc I know they’re cutthroat as hell!

Honourable mentions!

— bc I know vaguely who they simp for but not enough about their ship to choose & write about!

@vanille--kiss

Normally I’d say Kita but there’s something about Iwa x Vani that just wins me over🧎🏻‍♀️💓

@xmyshya

Suna! Something about your dynamic is just so cute and interesting omg I’d love to see more if I could 😩🧎🏻‍♀️

@jellyluchi

Pros, ofc🥴 like I’m getting you’d bring the gentleness outta him type of vibe and I love that😩

@moonbeamwritings

Abba! Theres a ‘super sweet & soft for each other, esp behind doors’ vibe and that’s so uwu 💓

@tunamiya

I’m not sure why but I just have this vivid image of u x sakusa in my head as the top couple🧎🏻‍♀️🙏🏼

@peachysamu

SAMUUUUUU two calm vibed people but there’s more that meets the eye 👀💓

@evrxx

Risotto! I just know it’s gonna be a very sweet & supportive/protective dynamic uwu

@buccellate

Ooooh this was hard but ultimately, it’s gotta be Bruno🧎🏻‍♀️🙏🏼 I just think y’all would be so wholesome😭💓

@jiaxiin

TSUKKI! Frenemies to lovers vibes but it’s very cute and wholesome and it’d make me squeal if I were to read a book about y’all’s story UWU

#shooting.star #moonchild.anon #omfg I’m sorry this is so late 💀💀 I got side tracked then got real sad then finally had the energy to finish this😭😩

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An introduction to the blog

Fran Maciver’s ‘Mirror Daughter’ reflects a chapter in her life, particularly her time at university studying Archaeology, that gave her an interest in Romano-British culture. Fuelled by this interest, Fran takes us on a journey centring round the discovery of a Celtic mirror and its subsequent theft. The quest to reclaim the stolen mirror is a tale of trans-temporal travel.

A brief chat on the phone with Fran revealed her desire to encourage young ‘would be’ archaeologists and, at the same time, inspire them with a curiosity to understand something of the Roman world in Britain, a world full of life and rich in intrigue.

Visits by Fran, in her teens, to the Roman and Iron Age galleries in Gloucester City Museum got the creative juices flowing and made it an irresistible temptation for her to write a story woven around a Roman artefact, a Celtic mirror. The famous and beautiful ‘Birdlip Mirror’ and the many Roman tombstones on display in museums, with their very ‘human’ inscriptions, provided ample inspiration and life for characters such as ‘Catorix’, a Roman auxiliary cavalryman, one of Mirror Daughter’s primary antagonists, and the bumbling ‘Brigio’, a legionary soldier serving at a fort near Hadrian’s Wall.

This is often the thrill for archaeologists – to begin with objects that take them back in time in search of a greater narrative and to fill that narrative with vibrant, dynamic characters. The very setting for this book is Dumfries and Galloway where the real, early ‘Balmacllelan Mirror’ was found, a marvellous place in lowland West Scotland, not far from Hadrian’s Wall, an area packed with ancient Roman and Celtic history. Here, the story unfolds.

It was intriguing to Fran that another, and later, Celtic mirror was found in a Roman soldier’s grave in Nijmegen in the Netherlands, a city whose very streets are built above a large Roman city.

It sparked a question in Fran’s mind – ‘why was this mirror in this soldier’s grave goods? Did the Nijmegen mirror come originally from the north of England in the Romano-British period and why was it so valued? Could she weave a story around just such a Celtic mirror?

Fran is no stranger to many things ‘Romano-British’ – in her teens, she spent three seasons as part of the excavation of the Roman ‘Shore-Fort’ of Reculver on the north Kent coast, and on other Roman excavations during her university years – and it’s easy to see why this time sparked an interest in this period and inspired her to write book for 9-12 year olds set during the Roman occupation of Britain. These links and these questions gave her a world of possibilities, making for a clear window on the past and producing what I feel is a great read.

‘Mirror Daughter’ encourages any ‘would-be archaeologists’ to have the same bold approach to looking at museum artefacts – ‘what more can they tell us about the people who used them?’; ‘how can we analyse and ‘pick apart’ the kind of lives being lived just from our examination of these simple, maybe ‘dry’, maybe fascinating objects?’ Only then can we see the Romano-British world, and indeed other aspects of the past, not as ‘stuffy ruins and remains’, but as things that have life, as indeed Isla experienced as a ‘time-traveller’ in ‘Mirror Daughter’, and that manage to ignite our collective imaginations.

Written by Chris Gray.

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