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nilikhangdiwa · 1 year

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2022 Fic Wrap Up!

basically i will talk about every fic i've written this year, behind the scenes of them, plus some bonus stuff i've written! i'm pretty sure all of it is a3, with like. one or two outliers, if any. anyway! enjoy my rambling.

btw, all my fics are private for the time being, so you'll need an ao3 account to read them. sorry about that, bots are. shit.

I Touched a Magic Mirror and Ended Up in My Parental Figure's Favorite RPG?!

masumi isekai fic, kniroun extended universe, mentioned lancelot/gawain/arthur

basically when i was wtiting this fic it was around this time of the year, and i was like "i'm gonna finish this fic by the time classes start up again!"

SPOILER ALERT. I DID NOT.

it kept getting longer and longer. umm. i do really like it! i love kniroun a normal amount, please ask me about the extended kniroun universe always. i did love writing it a lot, even though it caused me some grief because i was like i am not splitting this into two chapters fuck off.

so, yeah! also i'm sorry to oomf, who always cries when they reread the fic because fictional britain is homophobic. ummmm. sorry. lancelot has issues. again, please feel free to talk to me about kniroun.

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when the moon fell in love with the sun (all was golden in the sky)

short fics collection, lone wolves week, mostly platonic with azuhiso and azuchika thrown in

lone wolves week 2022! i ended up putting all my little drabble submissions into one fic. i think i wrote most of them the day before the actual day it was supposed to be posted? as usual, i skipped free day because i'm so bad at those.

azuma and sakuya one was cute and domestic! i like them and i always have camellia to cherry blossom on the brain (the fic by desikauwa i think) so yeah!

azuchi brainrot is azuchi because my friend super loved azuchi when they were into a3 and it rubbed off on me lol

the hisoka and sakuya one is silly because the entire fake play it's based off is actually a sakuya/homare play. nieves (hisoka) is my favorite because i love hisoka, and she's in love with zenaida (citron) to a. hm. questionable degree because i'm a sucker. liberato's (sakuya) the colead, he's cute but a menace, and he betrays vedasto (homare, lead) at the end of the second act. other actors in the play are ramil (azuma) and basilio (chikage), and all the names are based off filipino gods/names/words.

azuhiso cute and soft there's nothing much to say, tbh.

chikage & hisoka is the. most un-normal one. idk. they have me fucked up. they are also fucked up. they are traumatized in the same way but in a different way but they are family and it's. certainly a thing.

the last chikage & sakuya one is. hmm. i think it's inspired partially by another similar fic that percy timeskipped wrote + partially by the scene in act 12 (or 11?) where sakuya sees aunt yoshinaga, but don't quote me on this because i barely remember writing this tbh.

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Jun. Fucking. Hates. DRINKING PARTIES.

tasuhoma, nonokou, nocturnality

this one was for a valentine's fic exchange and i actually like nonokou a lot! i'm personally a furarei nonokou kind of guy, so getting the excuse to write it was fun! nonomiya is such a normal guy, it's fun to see him get tossed into shenanigans, whether that's the supernatural kind, or his dumbass coworker-slash-lover gets shitfaced

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utsuki chikage rates harry potter characters on how hot they are

crackfic

i have nothing to add. this is one of those fics where i basically just write down the stuff my friends say but make a3 characters say them. like the kfc crocs thing. discord servers are wild

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'cause i'm not too far, and you're my favorite place

chikaita, fluff, established relationship

this was a commission for my friend, cg! truth be told, i only really got into chikaita around like, december last year, thanks to rptwt. i'm usually an itatsumu guy, but i love all the ships!

this one turned out super cute and i'm really happy! honestly there's nothing much to say, i just think that they deserve a cute little date with no danger of anything.

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Letters in Paper Airplanes

madomika

okay so backstory on madomika. me and some friends were playing frantic fanfic earlier in the year and then ended up with this ship? so CLEARLY. _CLEARLY_. I DECIDED TO BE INSANE ABOUT IT. because i love madoka and i love mika so clearly i am insane about this.

they're just so cute and understanding and soft spoken, but they really do care about each other a lot! in general, i think mika deserves a lot!

this fic is actually the 5000th (i think. or 6000th) a3 fic on ao3! my friend also wanted to be that milestone fic but i beat her to it and it was a little petty of me ;;; sorry aud

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Love is Stored in the Car's Center Console Box

igawa & tenma, father's day

father's day fic! this one's pretty straightforward, i just adore tenma and igawa's relationship and i hope we get to see them more moving forward! i like to contrast tenma's relationship with issei vs with igawa. umm. igawa best dad.

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The Ocean at Sunset

hisohoma, established relationship, dresses

this was for a pride month exchange! umm, honestly, i'm not auper sure if i captured what my giftee wanted, but i had fun writing it! i... actually i just like writing hisoka as down bad as humanly possible.

it was challenging for sure, tho! because i. am not good at writing hisoka, despite him being my fave. so i'm not sure what compelled me to write in hisoka's pov. but i think it worked out!

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You've Got My Time, You are My Plans

tonoita, established relationship, breakfast

this was supposed to be for the "spoiled" prompt of rarepair week, but i finished it early, got another idea for the prompt, and then decided to just post it solo instead.

i am. coming out as a tonoita liker. they make me feel vicious. feral. it's insane. this was kickstarted because my friend likes them and i got dragged in. funny banter. but also they are exes. but also they are still in love with each other. they both hurt each other but they are both stubborn. i want them to make out.

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10.

(before you went on a journey) i had something that i wanted you to hear

banri & itaru, background chikaita, nobles au

another comm for cg! this one's based off an au that i have called prestige au, where basically as a kid itaru was forced to move out and live alone in a separate manor as his noble family, and his isolation continues to adulthood causing rumors to spread. banri's his bio brother in this one.

it was tricky to write because i got used to expanding this au verse through rp, but writing it out like this was fun too!

if you're curious, you can ask me about prestige au because i love my little blorbo. my little fumkin guy.

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11.

everything stays right where you left it

banmisu, first meeting, canon compliant

day 1 of rarepair week for the pairing "forgotten". um. okay, the thing is, i'm pretty sure banmisu wasn't my original plan for this. i'm fairly sure it was supposed to be some other ship actually, but things changed and i don't remember what the original ship was! also i forgot where i put the original list of ships i was gonna do so yeah.

banmisu brainrot is juju's fault btw. that's all. i think banmisu is such an interesting ship to think about. this is also partially mikael's fault i think but that's from years ago. please feed me more.

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12.

Silk-Spun Threads

azutsumu, slightly more mature idk

I AM THE NUMBER ONE AZUTSUMU ADVOCATE. it's up there as one of my favorite fuyu ships, right beside tsumuhiso! i think as a pair they're super slept on so i decided that yeah. i think they're neat. i think this super hot and gorgeous and sensual person should be _down fucking horrendous_ for the chuuni mushroomhead with dirt on his face.

that is to say, please make more azutsumu food i need this

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13.

How to Melt Your Gamer Boyfriend

hisoita

OKAY THIS ONE. day 3 - heat haze. the other prompt was downpour. and actually, this day was supposed to be banmado downpour where bamri shows up at fuyou while it's raining to pick madoka up from class. and i ended up not writing it because i was struggling so i settled for the good, old-fashioned itaru pov cute fluffy fic.

i love hisoita a normal amount. i think this is the only hisoita i wrote this year but 2022 was the year of hisoitas (thank you bee and quill), and ali (hisoita oomf) is definitely a major part of my brainrot

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14.

Starlight

juligawa, we ignore canon, fluff

i'm pretty sure the tumblr ppl don't know about juligawa which is super funny. i love talking about juligawa because i love seeing people like WHY ARE YOU SHIPPING JULY AND IGAWA and my answer is that it's fun.

this is the only rarepair week fic i actually finished before the week (aside from the tonoita one) and i was so excited to share it to specifically attack oomf. ryu ryukogo ceo of juligawa real! i am so attached to this funny little crackship i hope them happiness

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15.

Wheel of Suits

citoju, citron harem au

i feel like this one requires a lot of context. um. back in 2020/2021 i ended up in a discord roleplay game where basically my friend and i roleplayed citron and july respectively. and the thing is that they literally just antagonized each other the whole time and then we decided that _yeah we are ill for this ship now_ so yeah.

citron harem agenda is an entirely separate au where everyone i ship with citron is part of his bigass royal harem. this is literally everyone from tsuzuru to azuma, barring guy, plus augju. you can also ask me about this if you want. each of them has a specific like little character arc and they have fun little limk skills and everything.

okay, back to citoju. umm. so the thing is. this wasn't supposed to be the first citoju fic. but i did not have the time or energy to write a 20k fic featuring truth and betrayal and first love and separation and forgiveness and tenderness so here we are. nonetheless. i love em.

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16.

Hollow Gods

harutsumu, first meeting, pre-canon

i really... really... like harutsumu. i think they're fun and they are _actors_, and they have so much love and passion for it that it makes me want to make them kiss. i also like to think about how fucked up godza was to like. everyone. literally everyone. even reni. no one was winning. if i could i'd love to expand harutsumu's dynamic and relationship but idk.

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17.

Caravan

georgetim, lucitim, kazuhoma, kazutsumu, lumicirc

i am so insane and fucked up over georgetim you would not believe it. okay first off this was supposed to be purely kazutsumu because they're one of my fave ships to think about, but then lumicirc happened.

i hate lumicirc. because. GOD.

i'm just going to copy and paste the essay gave my friend because i am ill over them

anyway. this is fucking horrible why is tim so in love with george. why are they clown augju. george is so DUMB and a ditz and totally golden hearted and tim is more realistic and logical but at the same time he owes george his everything and he loves george so much for being there for him and giving him a family and i just. god what the fuck the pining i hate this stupid ship i feel very violence

they have me in a VISE GRIP george is such an idealist and an optimist and tim is the realist that levels him out, but even in the play you can tell that tim does care about george so much and he's the only one who stayed when nick and will both left but tim has always been by his side!! they even trained together doing circus acts when they were younger

tim can come off kind of cold but he's just like. a little blunt and i care about him a lot he's very realistic but he's not a bad guy,, he wants the circus to succeed too, just like george. they're working for the same dream. i am crying

anyway, please consider

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18.

you could be my queen, i could be your dream

summer troupe, frantic fanfic, humor

after rarepair week i got into a super writing slump for like a solid 3 months, where i could barely write anything. this one was for an exchange that i signed up for a few months prior, but finishing it gave me a sense of accomplishment. like, i had to sit down and write and write _something_ and i did and i finished it and i like it!

so about the fic. it's so stupid. don't let the title fool you, it's literally just a funny little fic where summer troupe writes franfic. i had like a spreadsheet open for everything and all the pairs that went together and who everyone got i swear i'm sane.

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19.

Black and Red Dress

mukuyuki, minatori, last runway, +3ghosts, major character death, hospitals

this one was a commission for ryu! minatori (minato [muku +3ghosts] and kikukawa [yuki last runway]) the world! the ship started because of just some silly roleplay we did on a whim and then we got attached. god. they are cute and tragic, best combo

i actually finished this comm the day after ryu asked for it because i went insane and speedran it. ummmm. :> yeah.

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20.

Stapler Eater and Papercut Boy

bansaku, soulmate au, first meeting

comm for raina! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS THE ONLY BANSAKU FIC I WROTE THIS YEAR. actually, the entire year i was struggling to write as much as last year but you know what. i'm okay with that actually. 20 fics is still a lot. anyway.

soulmate au where the marks on your skin appear on your soulmate's skin. it's super cute and fluffy and me and raina talk about their funny little dynamic on twitter and i just love it. i love them.

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bonus!

Memory Foam

citochika, non explict sex

this one's on anon actually but yeah i wrote it. i was having a time. i love citochika and the trust and love in their relationship. i love writing chikage in nsfw situations and then making it unbearably soft and tender. i'm normal. 👍

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bonus!

twitter rp thread speedrun! (i'm not linking these, that's embarrassing.)

hazuki au

i want him to be happy. do you ever think about what if the org found out about mankai? yeah. fucked up. but he's my baby and i care him so much i'm sorry for traumatizing him

74 threads

ngl not all of my writing in these threads are my favorite but you know it's super fun coming up with thoughts and ideas for july to torment itaru so

sunflower july au

...... july nice guy era? i wish i'd finished it. but anyway. i think i can fix him

hafez au

i'm sorry i keep fucking up the bunny, i didn't mean it! yes i did. i think it's fun to watch chikage react to various horrible situations. i love the hurt part, but i love the comfort part. i love seeing him heal and get over his past and move forward. yes i know i gave him that horrible past but you can't just say secret mercenary spies and leave it at that a3

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OKAY END. THANK YOU FOR LISTENING. if you clicked any of the links i love you. hope to write more next year! :3

#a3 #lanchan talks #fic writing wrapped

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emjayewrites · 3 years

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Just For Tonight (Oneshot)

Synopsis: Yahya finally gets the chance to spit game to a fellow actress.

Pairings: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Zenaida “Zen” Christoph

Taglist: @tgigoldie @wakandalivesforever @anonymousmadame2911 @write-fromthe-start @sheabuttahwrites @chaneajoyyy @ororowrites @royallyprincesslilly @soufcakmistress @shaekingshitup @kumkaniudaku @l-auteuse @areubeingserved @blackburnbook @raysunshine78 @reignandrain @winchwm @ghostfacekill-monger @essaysbyciara @twistedcharismaaa @miyuhpapayuh @cecereads209 @mauvecherie @my-rosegold-soul @honeydulcewrites @iwrite4poc @blackmissfrizzle @blowmymbackout @minton131 @mochachocolatteyaya @roxyfan14-blog @naturalspice28 @eerythingisshaka @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @alwaysenjoythelifeyoulive @here-for-your-bullshit @thefantasyride @vikkidc @infintywhore @soulfood-fics @toni9 @kiabialia @afriendlyblackhottie @qveenmelanink @ljstraightnochaser @uzumaki-rebellion @kittehkwrites @bugngiz @cecereads209 @cydhouseofgryffindor @smollettmajors @earl-aive @retro-rezz-the-est

A/N: I do not know Yahya or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. Enjoy the drabble.

P.S. this may or may not be the start of a short series....

Although Yahya craved attention, so much so that some even complained that he had a borderline excessive attention-seeking disorder, he loathed talk shows. And as often as he would smile, joke, laugh, and play the mind games for the audience, he did not enjoy repeating the same story again and again nor did he like being called a ‘sex symbol’. To his family and close friends, he was just Yahya, simple as that, however, this whole concept of being famous warranted unwanted stress and constant spotlight.

That was the downside of making a name for himself in Hollywood: the stress and spotlight. Yes, he loved interacting with fans, but the paparazzi was doing too much at times. Nevertheless, he was grateful for his immediate success and momentum, not to mention the opportunities that were presented to him.

Overall, fame came with a price to pay, yet the perks were worth it in the end. For months, there have been rumors swirling around social media about a possible Netflix series in the works with a new starlet, Zen Christoph. Little mamas have been making a name for herself in the independent film circuit and were even nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. Safe to say, Yahya fancied her a bit; she was easy on the eyes, smart as a whip, and quite witty.

A fellow New Orleanian, Zen was raised in the Tremé neighborhood before moving with her mother to live in Chicago. Even though they followed one another on Twitter and Instagram, they never had the chance to truly speak to one another face-to-face, at least not until tonight.

He has seen her around at afterparties and she was friends with Candyman co-star, Teyonah Parris. Despite this, they still never managed to link up once. Amid a promotion tour for Aquaman 2 and post-production for Matrix 4, Yahya finally had time for some much-deserved R&R as well as to peruse scripts for potential projects. This downtime was the opportune moment to catch up and perhaps even spit game to a lovely woman.

He busied himself with his iPhone as he waited for James Corden to finish his monologue. Once the host of The Late Late Show introduced him, Yahya slowly walked down the steps with a wooing swagger, high-fiving guests as he passed them. Men cheered, women ogled wantonly and chanted his name like a lustful litany; he was in absolute heaven.

The corners of his mouth lifted into a wide, dimpled grin, a fan favorite that caused the female audience to go wild with hormonal hysteria. James shook his head at the scene then prompted Yahya to take a seat on the couch.

“Let’s calm down now, let’s calm down,” James instructed, gesturing with his hands. The mania soon dissolved into silence and he let out a huff of air. “I don’t know how you do it, man.”

Yahya shrugged as he tugged his left ear nervously. “Me neither, honestly, but I take it in stride.” And this was the truth. As previously mentioned, he loved attention, but it still made him a bit taken aback that women found him attractive. He knew that he was handsome, however, having so many women in his DMs was as endearing as it was off-putting. Sometimes, the thirst truly ran free and the sheer nastiness of their messages was astounding.

James and Yahya fell easily into lighthearted conversation, discussing a myriad of topics before James eventually announced that Zen will be making her debut on the show. At the sound of this, Yahya’s posture instantly straightened and he adjusted the collar of his shirt. In a matter of seconds, the audience and himself were graced with the presence of Zenaida Christoph.

Dressed in a strapless black dress with a slit up to her upper thigh and strappy stiletto heels, Zen was a sight for sore eyes and garnered all the male attention at the venue. Ever the gentleman, Yahya immediately got up to escort her down the stairs and he inhaled deeply at the scent of her deep, smoky perfume.

“Thanks,” she muttered appreciatively to him when they sat down, adding a toothy grin for good measure.

“Anytime, mamas,” he responds, licking his lower lip. The motion made her divert her eyes to his full lips and he swore that he heard her sigh in admiration.

“First things first, welcome to The Late Late Show, Zen,” greeted James with an enthusiastic clap of his hands. “It’s a pleasure to have you here. Do you know Yahya?”

Zen throws her hair back over her shoulder in a sexy manner before giving Yahya a thorough once-over. “I am familiar with him, yes.” She shot him a dazzling smile, which made Yahya’s lower region stir within the confines of his pants. Her sultry voice paired with that seductive smirk of hers made him arouse like no other. Zen was Aphrodite incarnate, sexy beyond comprehension, and truly irresistible. “I’m a big fan.”

“Same here, mamas,” he retorted, patting her bare leg affectionately. Yahya was just going with the vibe they initially set, and he hoped that he wasn’t being offensive. Nonetheless, his worries subsided when he felt the gentle brush of her leg against his.

Oh, so it’s like that, huh? Say the fuck less.

“Really? What’s your favorite role of mine?” she taunted him, making both the audience and James gasp in shock.

Yahya, completely unaffected and refusing to waver, chuckled at her words. “You’re putting me on the spot, eh?”

“Sure am,” countered Zen proudly.

“Well,” he drawled, facing Zen to give her his undivided attention, “if you must ask, my favorite role of yours has to be Kivah in Searching Somewhere, yet I am partial to your feature in Insecure.”

Zen smiled contently as memories began to flood her brain of her time as a reoccurring character on Insecure. “I love that show and everyone involved.”

“Now, what ‘bout me?”

It was her time to chuckle. “Watchmen, hands down. You were amazing as Dr. Manhattan, not to mention your notable nude scene. It made me....well...I don’t think we can discuss alladat on television.”

The audience hooted at the exchange and if it was possible, Yahya’s sable skin would redden at this moment. Suffice to say, he was grateful for his melanin, yet it did not stop the warm flush to his cheeks. Zen’s cocky smile never faltered and James blinked in surprise, his mouth agape.

“You two are going for it, my goodness!” he screeched, glancing back and forth between them. “I can’t believe it.”

Both Yahya and Zen shared a unisonous laugh then dismissed James’ comments, yet it was no denying the instant chemistry they had nor the rapport.

“So...the nude scene did it for you, huh?” he asked, eyes narrowing into an intense gaze. Yahya could not help himself; he needed more clarification in regards to the provocations she felt while watching that particular scene, and when James brought it up once again, he decided to divulge in the query.

Zen’s brows lifted in amusement. “Feeling bold, sir?”

“Hell yeah,” he retorted without a second thought, prompting everyone to chuckle. Yahya relaxed his arm over the back of the couch, trapping Zenaida in a hazy bubble of lust. His hand slowly began to reach to her to caress her neck, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles in her soft skin.

He was putting on the charm heavy, and Zen lapped it up like a lovesick puppy. She taunted him by leaning backward, pressing up against his hand until he wrapped his fingers around her neck for a light chokehold.

“Do it,” pantomimed Zen, egging him on to apply some pressure. Shocked, and overwhelmed with obvious arousal, Yahya did as he was told, squeezing slightly to give Zen a nice choke. Her eyes drooped and she let out a huff of air.

Biting down on his bottom lip, Yahya increased the pressure on her neck, cutting off some of her air supply. To his surprise, no one seems to catch on to what they were doing, for Zen carried on with the conversation as if nothing was happening. Yahya easily noted that Zen had a freaky side to her that was just waiting to be released.

They played this game for the remainder of the interview, teasing each other mercilessly with double entendres and soft caresses. Casting directors and producers could see the potential of their light bickering and teases, so much so that they could be love interests for a film or series. And with that, and eventual follow-up on flirtatious exchanges via Twitter, Zen and Yahya were soon cast in an upcoming paranormal/sci-fi film from Netflix.

#Yahya Abdul Mateen II #Yahya Abdul-Mateen II #yahya abdul mateen ii fic #yahya abdul mateen ii fan fiction #yahya abdul mateen ii fanfiction

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harumeau · 3 years

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OC interview: Brienne Varyn

Tagged by @thevikingwoman! thanks :D

I started playing @idrellegames Wayfarer recently! This will be for my Wayfarer Brienne Varyn.

Who does the interview? Someone on Zenaida's ship after leaving Rona

this is the only sketch I have of her for now but I need to make new art soon :D

Introduction

Can you introduce yourself?

Brienne Varyn. I'm a Wayfarer, as you know already.

What is your gender identity, orientation, and relationship status?

If you must talk about me, use "she." I'm a woman. I'm attracted to many kinds of people but if you think I've had time for romance lately, well. I've been too busy trying not to die.

Where and when were you born?

I was born in Tol Covere about 30 years ago.

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

She points to her sword. Do you...not see this? She pulls it out. Do you need to see it closer?

The interviewer shrinks back. Brienne laughs and puts the sword away.

Relax. I won't stab you if you don't stab me. I like to talk my opponents down before I resort to stabbing. If they don't listen, I use their weight and momentum against them.

And finally, are you happy?

She sighs. I'm... relieved to be out of Rona with some coin to my name. I suppose I should appreciate the calm while I can.

Family and friends

What is your family like? What is your relationship like with them?

They have a passion for business and not much else. Father only saw people by the value they could give him. He always said I was out of place, underfoot or not doing enough for the family. The others may have pitied me but I wouldn't know. They never showed any care for me unless there was something in it for them.

I really don't enjoy thinking about this. Let's not talk about it anymore.

Have you ever run away from home?

Not for good, unless you count when my family sent me away. I'd leave the house to get away from the chaos, but I never left for more than a day.

Would you want to get married or have children?

Did you not hear when I said I'd been spending a lot of time trying not to die? I don't know what I want anymore.

Do you secretly hate any of your friends?

Who has the time for that? No. Why would I be friends with someone I hate? A strained-yet-civil business partnership is the most I could hope for.

What friend knows everything about you?

Aeran knows a great deal, but not everything.

Asked by fans

(Brienne looks confused. "I have fans?")

Can you read and write? Did you go to school?

My parents were too ashamed of me to allow me into a public place like a school every day. But they wanted me educated in case I proved useful. I had private teachers and tutors that taught me reading, writing, a few other languages, math and some science.

The scariest prediction you made that later came true?

I don't see the point in predicting. I just expect things to somehow go wrong and I'm usually right. It's lovely when I'm not, but that's rare.

What is something you embarrassingly realized too late?

She darts a glance around. I- I don't see why you want to know. It's not that embarrassing. I don't know if it's too late, anyway. I really don't. This is very specific and I don't like it.

Do you have mental or physical problems?

My lack of magic is an asset, not a problem. I believe it's why you tried so hard to get us on this ship.

What’s your main goal right now?

Getting this next job done. Oh and did I mention not dying?

Choices

Drink or eat?

I do both every day. Do you not? How do you live? I must know.

Cats or dogs?

If they're friendly I pet them. I don't care either way.

Optimist or pessimist?

It pays to be a little paranoid while looking on the bright side. It's a balance that I can rarely strike. Most days I expect the worst.

Sassy or sarcastic?

Why not both? Just wait till I'm tired enough. Or till whatever this is (she gestures to the interviewer) drags on too much longer.

HAVE YOU EVER:

Been caught sneaking out?

Yes. It helped me learn to do it better the next time.

Broken a bone?

I broke an ankle running into a dark storeroom as a child. I caught my foot on some kind of metal statue. The statue fell apart. It must've been magical. The owner was angry. I think the statue got what it deserved for tripping me.

Did you get flowers?

Only when I pick them for myself. It's been awhile since I've seen any worth picking.

Ghosting someone?

You think the ship is haunted? I don't think ghosts were part of our contract.

You pretended to laugh at a joke you did not get?

Yes, if I feel the need to appease the joke teller.

Tagging: anybody!

#not art #text post #wayfarer #wayfarer if #brienne varyn

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llovelykenobi · 5 years

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You Are In Love

Okay, so, I was recently listening to my Spotify and the song “You Are In Love” by Taylor Swift came on. I already had an Ahkmenrah story in my head but that song just gave me such a feel for the story I had been trying to write. And then I mentioned my idea for a songfic to the wonderfully talented and sweet Angie ( @darlingfreddie ) and she kind of encouraged me to write it? (Also, huge thank you to @wutheringshay for reading over this to make sure it was okay!!! You’re incredible!!!)

Title obviously comes from the Taylor Swift song of the same name!

Warnings: uh. Mention of blood. Major character death kind of implied.

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One look, dark room

Men just for you

Time moved too fast

You played it back

Annastasia pushed her way through the crowd, nerves running through her body as her eyes scanned the room, searching for her parents. Across the room, she spotted them standing with the royal family ruling over the Nile. The Pharaoh Merenkahre and his wife, the Queen Shepseheret, were deep in conversation with Annastasia’s mother, Parthena, and her father, Zenaida. As the Greek diplomat spotted his daughter, he waved her forward to stand in front of him, placing his hands on her shoulders. “May I present, my daughter Annastasia,” her father introduced her, giving the young girl a pointed look. Annastasia examined the family in front of her, pausing when she reached the youngest son, his eyes already fixed on her. From the youthful light in his eyes, she assumed he couldn’t be much older than herself.

“My son, Prince Ahkmenrah,” Merenkahre began, his attention drifting to the girl in front of him as he gestured to the young prince. Annastasia dipped into a bow, her eyes still locked on Ahkmenrah. He gave her a boyish grin, bowing his head in return. Before she knew it, she was back in one of the many rooms of the palace, her parents talking softly by the open aired balcony.

“May I please know what is happening now? I’ve never been allowed at the palace. Why has this changed?” Annastasia’s mother sighed.

“I believe we have finally found you a husband,” her father began, turning to look at his daughter.

“A husband? You cannot possibly mean the prince, father.”

“Of course he does. Why shouldn’t the prince want to marry you, darling?” Annastasia opened her mouth before her mother sighed again. “Must everything be an ordeal with you? Take this blessing for what it is. Me and your father shall be departing for Greece in the morning. You’ll be remaining here in preparation for your eventual marriage.” Annastasia blinked in surprise, taking a step back. She bowed her head before she turned to leave, worry coiling in the pit of her stomach.

Light hearted joke

No proof not much

But you saw enough

A shadow fell over the scroll in Annastasia’s hands, causing her to look up to find a figure blocking the sunlight. She blinked a few times as she clumsily stood to her feet. She bowed slightly, stuttering a quick “Your highness”.

“Oh, I beg of you. Ahkmenrah, please. You needn’t be so formal with me. It is just me and you here, after all,” Ahkmenrah replied, an easy smile on his lips.

“Is that to be allowed? We are betrothed after all,” Annastasia teased the young prince. Ahkmenrah laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling in amusement.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about a little royal scandal,” Ahkmenrah replied, just as easily, a mischievous look in his eyes. He paused before holding out his hand. Annastasia didn’t hesitate to grab a hold. Ahkmenrah laughed as he started running, pulling her along with him.

He says look up

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

You felt enough

“Look up,” Ahkmenrah whispered, nudging his shoulder slightly against Annastasia’s. She glanced over at the young boy beside her before she looked up, examining the stars shining above them. It took Annastasia a moment to realize they were still touching ever so slightly, the feeling sending electricity through her body. “Is it not magnificent?”

“You know. When my parents first told me that I was to marry a prince, I was more than a little wary. I must confess, I had heard stories about your brother and...” Annastasia trailed off, glancing back at Ahkmenrah to find his eyes already trained on her.

“And you worried I might be the same?” Ahkmenrah looked down at his lap. “I must say I cannot blame you. My brother is...” Ahkmenrah trailed off with a grimace. “But I hope I am not. I don’t think that I am but...I worry sometimes too.” He turned to Annastasia, his eyes serious. “Can I tell you something? You cannot tell anyone this,” he began, his voice low. Annastasia nodded, turning to Ahkmenrah, her light eyebrows knitted together. “Kahmunrah is going to be passed over for the throne. I will be the next pharaoh.” Annastasia’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. “They worry about his temperament. They fear his rule for our people.” The pair sat in silence as Annastasia reached over, placing a hand on top of Ahkmenrah’s, the young girl giving his hand a gentle squeeze as they turned their attention back to the stars glittering in the heavens, their fingers still intertwined.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

Soft morning rays burst through the room, casting a hazy shimmer through the chambers. Annastasia slowly opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar setting. She felt the bed shift beside her, a strong arm wrapping around her waist. “It is far too early to leave this bed. Sleep, my love. It is still early.” Annastasia felt her back straighten at the deep baritone notes of Ahkmenrah’s morning voice. “Is something the matter?”

“No. I...” she laughed softly as Ahkmenrah buried his face in her curls. “It is nothing. You are right. More sleep sounds divine.”

“Mmm, I am glad you agree. My divine goddess,” Ahkmenrah breathed, a smile on his face. Annastasia giggled, reaching a hand back to gently run a hand through Ahkmenrah’s curls. “I could listen to that sound for the rest of eternity and never tire of it. That I promise you.” Annastasia smiled as he pressed soft kisses to her neck, her fingers still combing through his soft curls. “I give you my word of that.”

“How are we expected to ever leave your chambers again when we could simply stay here?”

“Must we leave? I can have servants tend to us, bring us meals.” Annastasia giggled again, the soft sound cutting through the quiet morning.

“Sleep, Ahkmenrah. We have more than enough time,” Annastasia reminded him, feeling the familiar pull of sleep. Ahkmenrah hummed in agreement, his own eyes drifting shut of their own accord.

One night he wakes, strange look on his face

Pauses, then says, you're my best friend

And you knew what it was, he is in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence

Annastasia stirred as she felt movement beside her. Her eyelids fluttered open to find Ahkmenrah studying her face, a peculiar look on his face. “Is something the matter, my love?” she whispered, her voice cutting through the silence of the night.

“No. Nothing the matter. It is just...” Ahkmenrah paused, seemingly searching for the words to continue, “You are my closest friend. I cannot remember any other knowing me as you know me. You mean more to me than all the stars in the heavens. You know that, do you not?” Annastasia smiled, reaching a hand up to trace his features. He lightly grabbed her hand, placing gentle kisses on her fingers.

“I know, my pharaoh. And I, you.” Ahkmenrah smiled against her fingers, wrapping a lean arm around Annastasia’s middle to pull her to his chest. As silence settled in the young pharaoh’s chambers once more, Annastasia could hear the unsaid words hanging in the air, knowing that in her heart they were true.

You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life try to put it into words

“Please. Please let her go. I will give up my throne to you. Just...release her. Let her go. I have too much to lose,” Ahkmenrah pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion as Kahmunrah gripped Annastasia’s arm, the spear pressing harder on her neck.

“Ahkmenrah, no! You cannot give up the throne to him! Our people—”

“No. I will not risk you. I will not risk...” he trailed off, shaking his head resolutely. “I must give up the throne to protect you.”

“You cannot trust him!”

“What choice do I have, my queen?” Ahkmenrah replied, tears slipping past his eyelids.

“Indeed, brother. You have no choice,” Kahmunrah sneered, a viscous light in his eyes.

“The throne is yours, Kahmunrah. Please...release her. This is between me and you. Annastasia has no place in this.” Kahmunrah conceded, releasing his grip on the young girl. She collapsed to her knees as he shoved past her, crossing the room to his younger brother.

“You are right, brother. My quarrel is with you,” Kahmunrah agreed as he reached the young pharaoh. Ahkmenrah gasped as he felt a sharp pain in his side, his breath leaving his body in a quick burst. He felt for the pain, tensing up when he withdrew his hand, a thin layer of blood coating his hand.

“I am so sorry,” Ahkmenrah whispered, his eyes darting back over to Annastasia, taking a single step towards her before he fell to the ground. The last sound he registered was the faint scream of a woman before everything went dark.

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I met Évelyne Brochu! 😻🙌👌💜🤙 I waited for Évelyne Brochu after “L'Idiot” on Thursday (April 12, 2018) and I was the only one who waited. She hugged me 3 separate times and blew me a kiss. We talked about how I flew in from LA that morning to see her and she said “Wow, that’s so nice! And I made you wait, I had friends visit me backstage” and hugged me. I told her “No worries” and that she was amazing and that I got this ticket cheap + got a free ticket for Saturday’s show from a Tumblr buddy, all I needed to find was a flight and a place to stay. Thankfully I was able to book a cheap flight and found a place walking distance from the theatre. Then she complimented my leather jacket and I pointed out that a bunch of the pins were of her and she said “Aw! I didn’t even notice. Oh an ‘X Company’ one” and proceeded to touch and feel lots of the pins, but stopping on the one of Cosima and Delphine and said “I really love this one!” I said “Oh yes, my fave, you and Tatiana.” And she said “Isn’t Tat the best?” I told her “Yes definitely” and that I was lucky enough to get a pic with Tatiana a few weeks ago at the “Outside In” screening and she said she hadn’t seen that movie but will check it out. We got to talking about how I got to see Tat at a couple of UCB shows because of our mutual love for the theatre and how I took pictures/gifs and Tat even posted one of my pictures to her Instagram and Évelyne said “oh what’s your name on Instagram, I’m going to have to check out your work as a photographer.” I told her that that’s very kind, but it’s just a hobby and that lead to me talk about how I’m a caregiver and that UCB and events and stuff + photography is just my outlet and fun for me. The pins reminded me of the Andy Shauf patch I got her, so I said that she had recommended Andy Shauf during an X Company interview and because of that I was found out about him was able to see him live a few days before the Orphan Black’s Paleyfest panel (he’s so good!), I was hoping to give the patch to her after the panel, but wasn’t able to, so I gave it to her on Thursday and she said “oh (something in french that I didn’t understand, but I’m pretty sure I had literal heart eyes), I’m going to put it on my jean jacket!” She asked me how I like “L'Idiot” and I embarrassingly told her that I don’t know french but I read the cliff notes and watched the movie version with English subtitles so I got what was going on. I told her I liked the fact that they break the forth wall and talk to the audience. And she was like “Yeah! I do too, I mean why not, they usually kind of make sly gestures to the audience, but never fully talk to them.” I was like “yeah it’s great to interact with the audience cause then to feed off the energy.” She said “Yeah, I agree. We had an afternoon show with a bunch of teenagers who had roaring laughter to the jokes and it made us feel like rockstars.” Then before I could chicken out I had to thank her for Delphine and that if it wasn’t for her (and Tatiana/Cosima) I wouldn’t have explored my sexuality, but then I got flustered and was like “Sorry, it’s a long story, never mind” and she said “Hey, don’t rush, it’s okay, I’m here.” 😻😻😻 So I took a breath and proceeded to tell her that because I became a caregiver for my mom, I had to drop out of school and stop working to take care of her and because of it I got depressed and lost who I was. When I found OB I was working through that and I realized I truly didn’t know who I was anymore and when Delphine said “I have never thought about bisexuality. I mean, for myself, you know?” something clicked. If it wasn’t for her and Tatiana I wouldn’t have gotten one step closer to finding who I am. She pulled me into and hug and said “Wow, thank you for sharing that with me. I’m glad for you. You and I now have this and the show, thanks to John and Graeme and everyone.” We took a selfie in the middle of all this talking and she was like “how is the light here? Hmm, no let’s go over here.” And I was like “maybe I could ask someone to take it with flash” and she said “no, a selfie is better so we are closer.” She hugged me once more and said “thank you visiting my hometown, enjoy exploring Montréal. Tomorrow should be a good day to explore cause of the weather. It’s like 10 which is nothing to you.” I said it was 90 degrees when I left LA so I’m pretty sure I’m going to get sick, but it’s worth it.“ We laughed and she said “Ok, I’m going to go sleep.” I was like “Oh yeah, of course. I’m sleepy too, I got in at like 10 AM and flew out at 11 PM from LA and on top of that I had a layover in Toronto, so I’m pretty much running on fumes.” She said “Shit, that’s why it was a cheap flight!” We laughed again and I said “but it was totally worth it.” And she said “I love it.” She said “I’ll see you Saturday” then she blew me a kiss and said “au revoir, mon cher”. I waited for Évelyne again after I saw L'Idiot for second time on Saturday (April 14, 2018). I brought her a gift (a box of chocolates from the place I had brunch and a cat toy for her cat, that I had seen while exploring the city). I apologized because I don’t know much about cats and I obvs don’t know anything about her cat. She said “Oh! That is so sweet, you are so sweet!” I told her that “They apparently just got the toy in that day and it had lasers and threw treats and stuff, so hopefully it enjoys it.” And she was like “my cat doesn’t have toys, she has been playing with like a cork thing.” And we laughed. Then I told her that the audience’s reaction was so much more outward and loud. And she was like “Oh yeah, I could feel it. You were here Thursday right? Yeah, it’s great when it’s loud like that. We were feeding it to each other.” I then asked her if we could take a picture with my camera this time. And she said “Oh yeah, maybe we can ask someone.” she instantly switched to french to ask someone. Swoon. Someone offered and she said “Oh hold on, let me take my hair down.” Proceeds to pull her hair down and shake it out and comb her fingers through it. Ugh. 🤤😻 Then we took one picture, but we blocked the way and it was a bit blurry, so we switch sides and then took it again. I went to look at the picture and Évelyne looked over and said “Are my eyes open? Oh we look great!” Then I told her if she can sign my playbill and she asked how to spell my name and she said “oh belle.” I told her the origin of my name (First 3 letters of my parent’s name put together. Dad : DIOnisio + mom : ZENaida = DIOZEN). Then I thanked her and told her I didn’t want to keep her because I knew she had two shows that night. And she said “Yeah I’m dead, we had 7 shows in 5 days” and I blurted out “Well you look great.” She giggled and said “Thank you” Then she said “Sorry the weather is bad, but I hope you are enjoying Montréal.” And I told her “I was able to sightsee yesterday at Old Montréal. Today is freezing, but it’s still gorgeous.” She said “Well that’s good.” Then she thanked me again for the gifts and hugged me while simultaneously saying in my ear “Safe travels.” Then I said “Thank you, take care.” She said “you too! Bye!” And blew me a kiss again. This is way too long, but I had such an adrenaline rush after these two shows/meetings and didn’t want to forget or miss a damn thing so I typed this all out after walking back to my hotel. L'Idiot was excellent! !!!SPOILERS!!! Évelyne played Nastasya Filipovna so well! Like Nastasya as a character flips from being a very strong/confident and falling apart. And she definitely goes back and forth A LOT and Évelyne nailed it! And it’s crazy how she gives so much by not doing much. Like when she first steps out she literally stands still, staring at the audience, for like 5 minutes as people talk about her, then slowly you see her get annoyed and then she snaps at the men. She goes from hysterical laughter to fighting and choking another character/ being choked and all in these amazing outfits (big dresses, head pieces, jewelry, etc.) I can keep going on about how amazing Évelyne, but the rest of the cast was fantastic too. There is this one scene a party scene where the light and music switch to happy dancing from dark and intense. The lighting was so magical. I haven’t seen live theatre other than low budget school productions, so this might be the norm but I was mesmerized by what the lighting did and how it changed things. Strong and talented cast. Breaking the forth wall was a great decision, really killed with humor, emotion, drama, etc. You really are with the cast as an audience member and as if you are in it with them. I loved it and was so glad I got to see it twice. And my seats were from the very left and very right, so I got like every angle of the show. Haha UPDATE: You can’t take pictures in the theatre, photos 6, 7, 8 are © Yves Renaud. Anyway, Évelyne is an angel! L'Idiot was glorious. I bought a bunch of Évelyne’s movies for cheap without having to pay shipping to LA. I also got a bunch of albums of artist from Montréal that I love, without having to pay shipping. This trip was ace. I can’t thank my Tumblr buddy enough for the free ticket and I’m so glad I was able to find a cheap flight and hotel and my dad was able to take care of my mom. Thank you universe for letting everything fall into place for such an amazing trip. 😻🙌👌💕

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NSTP Brangay Interview and Walk

In my barangay interview, I was able to talk with Zenaida M. Madlangbayan, the Barangay Captain of the community of Dalahican and Kagawad Reynato A. Valdes, the Disaster Risk Committee Head. The zone of Dalahican is split into 8 barangays. The common hazards affecting the barangay is mostly rain and typhoons, because some barangays are more prone to flooding. Barangays 1-4 are less affected areas compared to barangays 5-8, especially barangays 5 and 7 which are located along the seaside.

Whenever there would be an incoming natural hazard, the barangay officials stay tuned to the news for any announcements about the typhoon. If there is need to evacuate, the officials will do door-to-door campaigns and announcements to get people to go to nearby evacuation centers. After an event, they will write up reports assessing the damaged areas in the barangay and how much is needed to repair the community, which will be sent to the mayor as a way to assess how much funding is needed for the community to be fixed. Sometimes, when the damage is too widespread, the DSWD will go to assist the local officials in aiding the community. In terms of disaster management, there is no proper program as to how it can be resolved. Meetings are conducted between the Chairperson and the different heads of the different sectors of the local government. What’s agreed on the meetings is relayed to the Mayor for consideration and approval.

The barangay has additional programs they conduct which also helps people; such as “SIPAG”, which is a rehabilitation program for drug users and pushers. It’s mainly seminars and teaching sessions that gives the people affected by drugs life skills and lessons to rise up from their situation. The people attending these seminars are usually on a watchlist, so this could be an alternative to serving longer years in prison. There are other unnamed programs that promote the safety of women and children against domestic abuse and weekly cleanup drives which clean the coastal parts of Dalahican.

The issues that affect the community are lack of information, lack of funding to improve communities, ignorance to information, people being stubborn and unwilling to change, etc. Among the 8 barangays in Dalahican, Barangay 5 and 7 are most vulnerable mainly because of their houses being so close together and compact into tight spaces wherein there is little space for alleys and proper walkways. Also, those areas are on the coast, which is very polluted due to all the trash being disposed and compiled in the area. In terms of people being stubborn, they can be very aggressive when being told to do the right thing if they know it will not benefit them.

Barangay 4

Barangay 7

The community has implemented different methods to increase public awareness of disaster risk and management. For example, there are now colored markers on electrical columns that indicate the level of flooding in the area, with green as the lowest and red as the highest. There are also maps for locating evacuation centers posted among the community, along with emergency service hotline numbers. Infographics about what to do during a disaster are also posted around the community to remind people about what to do.

Dalahican Elementary School, one of the evacuation centers in Dalahican.

(Actions done by the community to increase disaster awareness)

Addressing the problems in handling disasters improves the chances of people surviving and recovering after disaster strikes. Without having proper ways to handle disasters, there would be chaos and anarchy when a very catastrophic disaster occurs; people wouldn’t know what to do and panic would consume the masses.

The coastal area of barangay 5

After the interview and community walk, I realized that there is a lot to be done. All the programs implemented are good, but there’s more to be done in order to improve the community. We need to create better ways to help because what the local leaders are doing is enough to maintain the community, but insufficient in improving it. There needs to be a more open communication between the people and the council and there needs to be an increase in engagement and participation of the community members in improving the problems present.

I can do the same methods the local council does to spread awareness, and conduct campaigns on improving the community while providing incentives to encourage people to do the right thing. Social media can be used to persuade government officials to improve policies on how they deal with disasters and to encourage the masses to contribute their own ways to improve disaster risk policies in creating a more efficient system in handling events.

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Princess Urduja

Warrior Queen of Pangasinan

A warrior queen of a matriarchal dynasty, Urduja was a 14th century ruler of Tawalisi, in what is now known as Pangasinan.

Princess Urduja was trained in the art of war since she was a child and became an expert in kampilan and a skilled navigator. Known far and wide, she was famous for leading a retinue of women warriors who were skilled fighters, equestrians and experts in weaponry. With bodies of strength and muscular physique, they were known as Kinalakian, or Amazons.

To the Pangasinan court many a suitor came, seeking the hand of fair Urduja. The Princess said to them, "I will marry only the man who can defeat me. My husband must be braver, stronger, and wiser than myself." As no one qualified to her demands, she remained unmarried all her life. When her mother died, she became the ruler of Pangasinan region. Her bravery and skills were known far and near. She ruled her people well and wisely. Like the famous Amazons of the old, Princess Urduja was not only intelligent, beautiful, and dominant, but also the very personification of kindness and virtue. One of her policies was to introduce the best of other countries, and adapted them to her own. She was a woman who was interested in foreign affairs for the good of her own kingdom. She liked to hear tales about India, the Pepper Country.

The legend of Princess Urduja can be attributed to the story of when she met the greatest traveler in history, Ibn Battuta.

In 1347, Ibn Battuta was a passenger on a Chinese junk, which had just come from the port of Kakula, north of Java and Sumatra, and passed by Pangasinan on the way to Canton, China.

According to her custom, Princess Urduja invited the ship's crew to a banquet. The Arab refused to go because he could not eat their food since they were "infidels.” The princess was offended and summoned him. He was surprised at what his eyes witnessed and his ears heard. For the Princess was robed in her richest and best, decked with precious stones and surrounded by brave and loyal men and women. She talked to the visitor in Arabic. This alone proved that she was a Muslim, knew her Qur’an, and in Arabic, she told him:

"You, Priest, I have had you brought here by my guards because, of all of your ship's company, you alone scorned my invitation. You told your Captain that we, people of Northern Luzon are infidels, and that it would be against the Prophet’s law for you, a holy man, to eat our food.

"You behold about me, seated around my throne, the elderly ladies who are my counselors. Do their chairs of sandalwood, does my silk-canopied and gold-plated throne, suggest the court of a barbarous people?”

"I greeted you with the usual salutations of courtesy in the Arabic tongue, and had one of my attendants fetch ink and paper so I could write for you [Bismillah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem] in Arabic characters that you recognized as the name of The Merciful and Compassionate God. Are such tokens of culture common among barbarians?

“When my father Dalisay, the aged king by whose name you call his kingdom, was a much younger man, there visited here a priest of another faith from far distant Europe. But he did not shun novelty in food as you do. The sago trees that produce flour, interest him, he admired the sugar-giving buri palms, and liked our coconut wine. And I hope you will appreciate the cordial pickles and preserves which, with some other gifts for your acceptance in remembrance of the land of Dalisay, I have had sent to your ship.

“But let us no more speak of our mistaken notions of us. We pride ourselves upon our hospitality, and you, a holy man though you are, need have no compunction of conscience in eating the food set before you.

“You have been told all about me. You know that I am governor of this port in place of my brother because, with my army of free women, slave girls and female captives —all of whom fought just as well as men could—I won a big battle. And you have heard, too, I'm sure, that I am still unmarried because I will marry no man except him who shall conquer me, and all the eligible suitors in this vicinity are afraid to try for fear of being beaten by a girl.

“Now tell me of great India, which we know as the Pepper Country. I want to hear all about it. The little I know has fascinated me. Would there be any chance, If I should go to war with India, of my getting? Its great wealth and great forces attract me.” And the Arab replied, “Do so.”

Princess Urduja told him of her many expeditions, sending him on his journey with robes, two elephant loads of rice, two buffalos, ten ships, and four martabans (large jars) filled with ginger, pepper, lemons, and mangoes, all of them salted, these being among the things prepared for sea voyages.

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Urduja's name still has great resonance among the Ibaloi, one of the major ethnolinguistic tribes in the Cordillera region. Dr. Morr Tadeo Pungayan, a respected scholar of Ibaloi culture and professor at the St. Louis University of Baguio City said, "Linguistically, Urduja is Deboxah (pronounced Debuca) in Ibaloi. We've always had a woman named Deboxah from time immemorial among the genrations of Ibaloi. The name usually describes a woman of strong quality and character who's nobly descended. That name is an Ibaloi name. That's why Ibaloi trace their ancestry from Urduja."

The Cordillera tribes, also known collectively as Igorots, pride themselves as being the only ethnic group that doesn't talk about the origin of man according to Spanish chronicles. Among the tribes, genealogy and family history are orally passed history. The Ibaloi, just like other highland tribes, could easily trace their ancestry. This is ensured by their custom of naming newborns after ancestors to help keep their memory alive and evoke affection and protection.

"No Ibaloi will bear the name of an ancestor unless she's related," Dr. Pungayan explained. While the Bontoc tribe bestows the name of an ancestor to a grandchild, the Ibaloi style is namesaking the great-grandchild, he added.

A book on the history of Benguet province, written by Anavic Bagamasbad and Zenaida Hamada-Pawid, shows the Benguet genealogy tracing tribal family lines from the year 1380 to 1899. The book says,

"The extent of inter-settlement alliances is climaxed in the memory of Tublay informants with the reign of Deboxah, Princess Urduja, in Pinga.

She's acknowledged as the granddaughter of Udayan, an outstanding warrior of Darew. Her death signaled continuous decline of kinship and alliance between highland and lowland settlements."

The Darew mountain range is remembered as the earliest settlement in the mining town of Tublay. The close relations between the Cordilleras and Lingayen are well-accounted for in Battuta's chronicle. It said that the Kingdom of Tawalisi was very extensive, including the vast areas up to the fringes of the Benguet mountains and the Cordillera ranges in the east of Luzon.

References:

Galang, Encyclopedia of Philippines, p. 179-181.

Del Castillo y Tuazon, Antonio, "Princess Urduja : amazon ruler of the Amazon Dynastic Kingdom of Tawalisi or Talamasin, Pangasinan-Caboloan."

The Researcher, Vol. II, No. 2, November 1969, p. 133-168.

Guiterrez, C, Filipinas Magazine, June l999.

http://snml.weebly.com/princess-urduja.html

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