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1,379 words | Original Work: The Jokan Prince. Skipped a scene or two again. Uhh spoiler warning: don’t get attached to Maki

Content: slavery whump, noncon touch (non-sexual), misuse of authority, sexual slur, character not being believed when telling the truth

"Thief!" yelled someone down the way, drawing half the block's attention, including Eljonik's. A girl dressed in rags jumped in clear alarm, then darted through the crowd before people had a chance to react. A loaf of bread was tucked close to her body, apparently stolen from the vendor's stand. She looked worse off than Eljonik—with his coin gone and hunger setting in, he found he couldn't fault theft to fill an empty belly.

"Guards! Thief!" the vendor called again as a pair of women, carrying batons and dressed in clothes that might pass for uniforms, came walking onto the scene. Their heads whipped to the baker, then zeroed in on the fleeing urchin heading their direction. One of them raised fingers to her mouth, blowing a sharp whistle as they set in pursuit.

The girl paled and skid to a stop, but now the crowd had parted around her and the guards, bodies packed around her. As she attempted to duck off to the side, she was rebuffed by a passerby. She doubled back, but one of the guards, caught her by the arm.

"Lemme go!" the girl yelled, kicking at the woman, who raised a baton in response.

Before Eljonik knew it, his feet were moving. He refused to stand by when someone was being hurt ever again.

"Stop!" The prince threw himself in between the woman and child, smashing his forearm against the woman's. Someone yelled in outrage, but he hardly heard it as pain erupted in his shoulder. His legs gave out beneath him, knees hitting the ground as he, gasping, clutched at his newest injury.

For a prince, Eljonik thought, he ended up on his knees far too often.

"She's gone," someone growled breathlessly.

A hand closed around his wrist and yanked him upright. "What do you think you're doing?"

Through gritted teeth, he demanded, "What business have you, beating a hungry child?"

"You just helped a criminal escape," she said. "You struck a city guard. I'll have you in irons for that."

Eljonik pulled against her, trying to wrest his arm free. "You speak as if she were a murderer. She took bread!"

A heavy hand fell on his injured shoulder, fingers digging in and prompting a gasp from the prince as he fell pliant. "Wait, Avei. Look." She tugged at the collar of his stolen tunic, revealing the debt-slave markings.

Avei's lip curled further. "I should have known. Who do you belong to, boy?"

"Slaves are not owned," Eljonik managed through pain. "Contracts are a humane and rehabilitative alternative to—"

Though he saw it coming this time, he had no leeway to dodge the hand that entrenched in his hair to bend him forward. Why did everyone have to touch his hair? "Check his back."

"Let go of me!" Eljonik struggled, pushing at the woman with his free hand, despite the pain that shot through his neck with the movement. Her partner caught his hand in a vice-like grip from behind while shoving his tunic up.

"Uppity whore," the baton-woman said, giving his head a rattle. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. 'A whore can't be surprised...'

Air cooled his back, and a low whistle followed. "Over ten thousand parts! Can you imagine even seeing that much money?"

"And this motherfucker managed to blow it all," said Avei.

"Rau Sinaido," read the woman behind him. "Owned by Duchess Dalei."

"Doesn't she live in Sektura?" Avei craned Eljonik's head back to look him in the face. His tunic fell back into place as she did. "A runaway bitch."

"No!" Eljnik said through clenched teeth. "The contract is fake; I was kidnapped."

Avei barked a laugh. "Like we haven't heard that one before! Right Nim?"

"You—" He stared, aghast, as he tried to comprehend her words. How many times had these two spurned others in his situation? People in need, who had nowhere to turn except the law, which ought to protect them?

"Let's take him back to the guardhouse," the partner said, twisting his arm up his back. He gasped in pain, shoulder smarting.

"Pretty braids," Avei said as she turned her hand to tug Eljonik's hair free of its weave.

The intimate touch sent heat flushing through his face and tears springing to his eyes. People shouldn't touch him like this, people shouldn't touch any stranger like this.

"Quit teasing him and grab some manacles already."

Sighing, Avei took her hand from his hair. "Fine, fine—"

"I wonder whose these are!" said a loud, ponderous voice from just a few feet away. Off to the side was the thief, holding two small purses aloft. What? Why was she back here? What had Eljonik done this for if she was only going to get caught again?

The guards started simultaneously.

"You!" said Avei, hand going to her waist. "Our pouches!"

"Grab her!" Nim hissed.

Avei darted towards the girl, only for her leg to pull up behind her, sending her sprawling. Nim's leg went out at the same time, jerking her in the direction of her partner. Her hands left Eljonik as she tried to catch herself.

He stared at the mess for a beat as the girl jumped over the women and grabbed his wrist.

"Come on!" she said, yanking him after her.

Both his mind and feet struggled to catch up as he was forced to duck through various openings in the crowd, the thief's little body fitting with much more ease than his adult form. Already having walked through the night, his legs and lungs protested, but all the excitement kept him going—for now. He could tell that once he stopped moving, his body was going to exact revenge.

After some twisting paths in back alleys and multiple crowds, the girl finally let his arm go. Eljonik doubled over, hands on his knees, coughing and wheezing for all he was worth. Each breath he sucked in burned and he couldn't get air in fast enough. His head spun and his stomach felt fit to stab him. Had he ever run so hard in his life?

"You're a fucking idiot," the girl declared, rounding on him. "What d'you think you were doing?"

"I," he puffed. "I just. I wanted to—help you."

"First of all, I ain't such a loser to need help from a debtie." She set her hands on her hips. "And they woulda let me go after a few whacks! They just gotta like, get their kicks out."

Eljonik stared at her, mouth opened wordlessly.

"But stealing a whole-ass slave is a completely different story," she said. "That'd add tons to your debt, probably!"

"I..." hadn't even thought about that. Not that it would have mattered since he wasn't actually a slave, but he certainly wouldn't have gotten away without her assistance. What's Duchess Dalei's connection?

"And then I had to get you out of that and now I have to pick up and go to the other side of the city or something, so thanks for that." Scowling, she kicked a rock across the cobblestone.

"Well..." He turned his gaze to the ground. "You have my gratitude. It seems I gravely miscalculated the situation."

She groaned, scratching at her head with both hands. "Debties never talk like normal folk."

Endeared, he laughed. "Thank you. You didn't have to return for me."

"I'd feel bad leaving your pathetic ass behind," she said, nose up. "But don't expect that kinda niceness outta me again, got it?"

"I understand," he said, unable to keep a small smile from his face. He paused, then said, "I'm Eljonik. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"

Scowling again, she answered, "Maki." She shoved something into his hands. "Here."

The prince fumbled with the bag of coins. "This is—my purse? You—?" To think I thought she was starving.

"Yeah, keep it somewhere safer, dummy, like inside your pants," she said. "It'd be harder to rob a baby. Didn't think things through before you ran off, huh?"

"I—"

"I actually don't care," she groaned. "Anyways, gotta run."

"Thank you again, Miss Maki," he said earnestly as the urchin turned to go. "May grace be upon you."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, waving. "Eljonik, was it? Try not to get killed."

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 5 hours

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April

hello lads & lasses! hope everything is well and everyone’s doing good 😊 i'm actually on time again because i'm done with all of my assignments hurrah!

April marked the end of Ramadan and all the fun it brought along, but my first Ramadan as an ortho resident was cool! spent a quiet Eid this year, just at home with my immediate family and enjoyed lazying around all day. it's quite funny how getting older doesn't change my opinion that staying in is still the best thing ever 😂

two days after Eid i got to watch Joko Anwar’s Siksa Kubur and i feel like i’m about to be a true cinephile lol as i left the cinema with so many things in my mind unrelated to the horror film but about faith and belief - like a true philosophy student 🤪 i love Jokan’s unorthodox approach to incite something in the audiences’ minds and hearts, his works really get you thinking critically. maybe not everyone’s cup of tea as some catalogued them as ‘boring’ or ‘pretentious’ but i guess you enjoy what you count as entertainment. not understanding his way of delving into things doesn’t exactly mean your brain doesn’t have the capability to process them, just that you simply do not seek recreation from it.

in line with faith and belief, it brings back to me this John Green quote from The Perks of Being A Wallflower: we accept the love we think we deserve - altered my brain chemistry when i read it the first time all those years ago - that the way you perceive things really does matter and control how you’re living your life. a simple example, if you think of happiness in a narrow and limited definition of such and such, it will be more than difficult to find happiness: you’ll be inclined to think life is perpetually hard, no joy at all, et cetera… only by gaining knowledge (therefore, wisdom) you can broaden your view and know that it’s all in every crevices of life. boom, life-changing way of thinking! which is why i don’t think humans will ever be able to judge why things happen the way they are or let alone try to defy Allah’s plans simply because of our finite and bounded point of view. this is where tawakkul plays its role (again, of course, Allah is always with us) and i just love how again and again belief and faith go hand in hand. and how knowing this - essentially having knowledge - is an omnipotent power!

about dealing with grief, no matter how many years have passed it is still grief. but it is also the solid proof that i am capable of such immense and intense love that too i can recognize grief of this unmeasurable degree. i’ve been shown and experienced how everything never went to waste, it all amounts to something. though bloodied and battered, it is with grace and dignity. my mind flitted back into one of my favorite quote from Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince, said by Harry himself (“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.”) in summary? persevere and survive. endure and survive.

of course i am capable of forgiving, i am all about putting things behind in the past, all done’s begone. but it’s not necessarily that, to me it’s forgive but do not forget. it reminds me of the story of Rasulullah and Wahsyi (who killed Hamzah pbuh) how Allah understands Rasulullah’s feelings on the murder (if you’re not familiar with the story, read here) so, like a mere human being that i am, sometimes i contemplate about how the people who’ve caused me great suffering and once made my life a continuous torture can live their wonderful life happily, without guilt, with no repercussions whatsoever. my answer came a few weeks ago when i read this article mentioning how their punishment is who they are - and that stopped me in my tracks. the way those callous people never realized the extent of what they did to me, they tend to never learn - therefore never made themselves better and ingrained in their souls are the foul, immoral things they did. the stain of what they did will follow them in the way they will unconsciously carry the impulse wherever they go - they tend to repeat it again, which ensures the fact that they will get the consequences one way or another, for Allah is Just. added a new prayer to my repertoire: may i never be the reason someone has to force themselves to learn how to stop having breakdowns every once in a while…

in a lighter note, it’s one month before my very first ortho dept gathering and we still haven’t rehearsed the performance we need to do omg 😭 also can’t believe we’re reaching the end of second semester, marking my first year as an orthodontic resident! it's quite funny to me the way that the times i've visited the UI Depok campus can be counted by fingers... had my first ever offline exam at Depok and wow the campus is so spacious and i've been a Salemba girlie for so long the amount of students there kinda surprised me lol i'm so used to cramped spaces at Salemba 😭😭 but yeah to me it's Salemba > Depok simply because Depok's temperature is too hot! i can't stand it!

more of my friends are getting accepted into residency this year, and i'm delighted! though not everyone go to UI though, some chose Unpad and UGM. very proud of them! i've been persuading lots of my friends to go back to school 😂

anyways, that's all for this month, i'll get back to you on May's post! stay under shade, stay away from the sun, and make sure to hydrate yourself! take care 💙

#a year of residency!#wow time flies!#2 more bismillah #alhamdulillah!!!

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ninatheauthor · 4 years

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"I don't really like being called 'Angel' or 'Goddess'... I'm just a human being."

Basima Lee was an Officer under the command of Hange Zoë within the Survey Corps. Her paternal ancestors originated from the Kingdom of Seungil, also known as the Seungil Dynasty. They visited Paradis Island along with the shogun of Hizuru.

Table of Contents - part 1 ▸ Personal Information ▸ Biological Information ▸ Personality ▸ Likes, Dislikes, Favorites & Aspirations ▸ Professional Information ▸ Statistics & Abilities

Personal Information

Full name: Basima Mi-young Lee First name - "smiling" Middle name - "beautiful and outstanding" Last name - derived from the character Li, it means "plum tree" Nicknames: Freckle-faced Angel / そばかす顔の天使, Sobakasu-gao no tenshi - her admirers Northern Goddess / 北の女神, Kita no megami - idem Sisi - her friends Fatty - her former instructor Katakana: バシマ・リー Romaji: Bashima Rī Hangul: 이미영

Origins: • Unknown Former Eldian Colonies • Territory of Cesur Formerly known as the Cesur Empire, its territory was conquered by the Eldian Empire and reclaimed by Marley. Their religion is called Ceslam. • Seungli A small kingdom located in the East Sea region. The nation of Hizuru attempted to annex the territory ; they failed several times. After Seungli signed a treaty of peace with the Eldian Empire, the Crown Prince along with the Right State Consulate visited and stayed on Paradis Island.

Languages: Eldian (fluent), Seungian (fluent), Ceslian (intermediate) Sexuality: N/A

Birthdate: November 23rd, 822 Birthplace: Elgin Village, Wall Rose, Paradis Island Former residence: Survey Corps HQ Status: Deceased Death date: 850 Death location: Stohess District, Wall Sina Site of burial: Elgin Village, Wall Rose

Biological Information

Species: Human Gender: Female Age: 23 (845) 27 (850) Height: 165 cm / 5 ft. 4 in. Weight: 62 kg / 137 lb.

Physical appearance Long, medium, slightly wavy dark auburn hair. On-duty, she braided her hair around in a crown style or tied it up in a double braid ponytail.

An oval face shape with straight eyebrows, upturned dark blue eyes, a small snub nose shape, full lips and freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. She spoke with a deep, classy feminine voice. (*)

Light skin with cool, pink undertones. Basima disliked her winter complexion - once she started blushing, her cheeks and neck turned red. The adult adored her summer complexion: a warm, golden brown skin tone.

According to her admirers, nobody else in the Scouting Legion had feminine curves like her. Due to her figure, Basima received harsh criticism for "being too fat" and "not fit enough for a soldier". Round shoulders with pudgy arms and thin fingers. Her wide-set breasts were bigger - not too large - compared to other soldiers. Clothes hid well the veteran's long, deep scar across her back, the little scars on her upper arms and her stomach rolls. However, she couldn't pretend that she didn't have large hips, a round bottom and thick thighs with long legs.

Clothing style The woman wore the Survey Corps uniform with a light pink button-up shirt. She got used to the sensation of the harness pressing down her chest, stomach, hips and legs. Off-duty, Basima wore shirts with cardigans, knee-length skirts and boots.

Personality

Childhood "Good girl" - she obeyed to her parents and sister, always greeted the other villagers with a smile on her face. Instead of mocking the child, her parents and sibling encouraged the youngest to love her body. Basima often questioned her parents. Sometimes, their answers didn't satisfy her.

Early to mid 10s Confident prior to her enlistment in the Training Corps. Her comrades pitied her out: their Head Instructor demeaned Basima since day one. In her eyes, the villager was too soft-hearted, naïve and piggish. Despite these weaknesses, the trainee had good social kills - she got along with everyone and befriended few individuals. Unless Cadet Lee toughened herself and slimmed down, she wouldn't last long. Unbeknownst to Vesta Hajovsky, her favorite target exceeded her expectations ; Basima improved steadily the two following years.

Some Scouts started to idolize her: the "Freckled-face Angel" and "Northern Goddess" respected everyone, was kind-hearted, selfless and graceful. At the beginning, the teen went along with it. Basima greatly appreciated compliments about her, especially those concerning her weight.

Late 10s One day, the Scout rejected these nicknames. Being put on a pedestal stressed Basima out. The soldier dodged Titans unless someone in the higher-ranks ordered her to kill them. She preferred to follow the rules like a good soldier than lead a group of individuals. She lied to hide her dad's ethnic origins. Unfortunately for her, some individuals wanted to know the truth. Basima was overtly defensive - she perceived their questions as an attack. If her interlocutor persisted, the woman would talk to them them with a hostile tone. She needed to protect her family.

Early 20s The passing of Liliane Berger took its toll on Basima's health. She barely ate, slept for few days and was hospitalised for a short period. The fear of Titans overwhelmed her. She lacked self-esteem, belittled herself. The officer healed slowly through the months. Once Basima acknowledged her fear, she exposed herself to it and engaged with it. The more they accumulated data about this species, the better.

Mid to late 20s

"The reason of my life is not to be the most beautiful woman in the world." - Isabella Rossellini

At first glance, Basima was a easy-going, sympathetic and affectionate individual. She greeted everyone, asked her comrades how they feel today. She made tea or coffee for her teammates and superiors. She hugged Hange when they confessed about their fears.

Basima grew tired of jokes made at her superior's expense. Mildly annoyed, the woman responded sardonically. The "nutcase" and "weirdo" who was in charge of a squadron and the Titan Research Team has a lot of qualities. Like her teammates, she showed loyalty to her superior and other high-ranked officers of the Survey Corps. The soldier confronted fervently those who downgraded Hange's intellect and leadership skills. She regained her composure after the Captain or one of her superiors told her to hush, apologizing for losing her temper.

Basima was on active duty for 12 years. She had been under two different Commanders, survived dozens of expeditions prior the fall of Wall Maria. Reliable and adaptable, the veteran was an elite soldier among the Scouting Legion. She displayed a lack of empathy towards soldiers from the Military Police Brigade and aristocrats as she often made snarky comments about them. This lady could be somewhat calculating, acting like a helpless or luscious woman to achieve her ends.

Likes, Dislikes, Favorites & Aspirations

ღ Summer season ღ Observing the sun rises and sun falls ღ Listening to the birds ღ Ice cream ღ Knitting

✘ Winter season ✘ People who don't respect her boundaries ✘ People who worship her like a God ✘ Military Police ✘ Nobles

Favorites Food(s): Vegetable soup, fish soup and vanilla ice cream Color(s): Light pink Season(s): Summer Type of the day: Morning Animal(s): Cats and horses Activities: Knitting, braiding her hair, going out and shopping in town with her friends when off-duty

Aspirations Life-long dream: visit the land of her ancestors Goal(s): sell knitted clothes and accessories in her own shop

Professional Information

Occupation: Soldier Time in service: 12 years (excluding trainee years)

Affiliation 92nd Training Corps - Northern Division (835-838) • Grad. Rank: 5th • Grade: B-

Survey Corps (838-850) Mathias Aukes' Squad Nathalie Cooper's Squad Hange Zoë's Fourth Squad • Rank: Officer (上官, Jokan)

Titan Kills Solo: At least 5 In team: At least 15 Total: 25

Statistics & Abilities

3DMG: 8.5/10 Agility: 7.5/10 Combat: 7/10 Initiative: 7/10 Intelligence: 8/10 Stamina: 6/10 Strength: 6/10 Teamwork: 8/10 Willpower: 7/10 Knitting: 10/10

➜ Vertical maneuvering equipment

Basima has always been fascinated by it. If others could fly, so did she. The woman strengthened her lower body and learned everything about the equipment - apparatus, mechanics, etc. Furthermore, she mastered different techniques through the years.

➜ Agility

The most flexible part of Basima's body was her lower body. Constant training and muscular reinforcement helped her to manipulate the 3DMG with ease.

➜ Intelligence

Members of the Titan Research Team displayed various analytical skills such as critical thinking, research, information analysis, communication and problem-solving. In addition, Basima could schemed to get away from troublesome problems.

➜ Teamwork

During her trainee years, teamwork was her fortée. She understood the importance of having a group with members whom rely on each other. Basima took the time to improve this skill in the Scouting Legion.

➜ Knitting

She learned from her mom. When Basima had time, she could make practical clothes. Her close friends and comrades received scarves, gloves, socks and pull-over for their birthdays.

(*) Her seiyuu/voice actress would be Eiko Masuyama and Michelle Ruff.

Some elements were extracted from a OC Sheet created by AliceCantBeStopped Statistics chart created by SNK-OC-Guide Shingeki No Kyojin © Hajime Isayama Basima Lee © Nina The Author

#part 2 will be published later #snk oc #aot oc #shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titan #aot

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