#again can i emphasise just how much i love the until it sleeps video??
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A quick sketch + watercolour I did of Kirk in the Until It Sleeps music video cos I'm forever obsessed with it and his look ~
#my first attempt with watercolour pencils#definitely prefer the paints#again can i emphasise just how much i love the until it sleeps video??#and this eyeshadow look of kirks???#kirk hammett#metallica#re/load era#1996#drawing#fanart#watercolour#watercolor#metallica fanart
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.49
Keith had no idea it’d be another month before he saw Lance again for longer than half an hour. His boyfriend had been to Platt, their schedules not lining up in the slightest. He’d only been able to see Lance as Lance was picking up blood and checking in with Coran. He’d seen Lance again at a festival Platt was holding, he and Shiro there to make sure nothing supernatural happened, so he’d only been able to see him from afar. He’d wanted to blow off work and join Lance, Miriam, Hunk, and Pidge, but he had a responsibility to the festival goers. Lance had called him that night to fill him in on his day, but it wasn’t the same as being there with him. His schedule was brutal, not by Coran’s design, but thanks to there being so much to learn about his new home city.
Perhaps sensing the distance, and the fact they missed each other like crazy, Coran suddenly gave him the weekend off. Keith couldn’t wait until the Saturday morning, pestering Shiro into going down to Garrison on the Friday night.
When they reached Lance’s house, Keith was disappointed to find Lance’s car not parked out the front with Curtis’s and Hunk’s vehicles. He hadn’t told Lance he was coming, he wanted it to be a surprise. They’d talked daily since the last time he’d stayed the night, not that they hadn’t before, but any time Keith had the time to call, Lance would answer. Anytime anything happened at home, even when Keith couldn’t answer, Lance would write him a near essay and message it through. If he boyfriend found it funny, he’d leave it as a voice message, knowing it’d make him smile. There hadn’t been that much to smile about of late. He and Shiro had spent far too much time sussing out vampire, and werewolf, bars. As well as being forced to meet other hunters in the city. His sleep pattern had done nearly a full flip, most nights he found himself falling asleep just before dawn. Coran wasn’t working them hard, that was Shiro being a hard arse... not that they really had the luxury of sitting back when something was definitely bad stirring within the vampire community. Making connections was vital. But all Keith wanted to be was connected with Lance. Talking him through a heat wasn’t the same as being able to hold him when he cried.
Shiro let him take the lead, his brother casting him a glance, Keith ignoring it. For all he knew Matt could have borrowed Lance’s car. Knocking on the front door, Keith ignored the doorbell. If Lance was home, he’d have heard him and come down. His surprise had gone as sideways as the last time he’d be here. Opening the door, Hunk’s face lit up momentarily, fell slightly, then Keith was pulled into a tight hug
“Lance is going to be happy to see you. Come in, man. He’ll be back later tonight”
That didn’t sound ominous. Leading them through to the living room, Matt raised an eyebrow at him
“The prodigal boyfriend returns. ‘sup, Shiro”
Curtis wasn’t there. Rieva was lounging back in a recliner, nose buried in a book as Matt paused the video game he was playing
“Where’s Lance?”
Hunk patted his shoulder
“Platt. He took off so fast he left his phone here. Curtis went with him, Miriam is grandmother after all”
Keith felt like he was supposed to know what was going on here, and he didn’t want to admit he didn’t. Shiro cleared his throat
“Something happened to Miriam?”
“A bit of a cold, but at her age it could turn nasty fast. He picked up on it last weekend. Apparently he’s having trouble with an uncle too. Pidge and I never really pried about his family, sometimes you just kind of know not to, but he’s been down about it. Having his cousin here’s helped. He’s going to be so happy to see you. Don’t worry man, Pidge has no clue”
Hunk tapped the side of his nose, Keith wondering what that mean. Did he smell? Why would Pidge care if he smelt?
“”No clue” about what?”
“You two. Don’t worry, Lance hasn’t said anything, but for someone he’s not dating, he talks about you a lot”
Keith internally panicked for a moment. Did he confirm he was dating Lance? He wanted to confirm he was dating Lance. But he was shocked that Lance hadn’t told him about Miriam. His boyfriend must have been in Platt more than he thought... Luis was a dick. Maybe Lance was so stressed from dealing with things that he’d been keeping it to himself again. Or maybe he didn’t want Keith in the same room as his brother...
“What were you tapping your nose for?”
“Because I “knows”... Is that not a thing any more?”
From the sofa Matt called
“It’s a thing. Keith is just dense. He’s too busy thinking about Lance not being here. At least the house has been quite now the heats died down”
Matt emphasised the word “heats”. Keith felt like he was taking a jab at him for not being there through Lance’s heats. His boyfriend had told him his body seemed to be settling down. Keith relieved for him. He knew how much of a toll it took. Hunk shrugged
“Yep. And now Pidge is limiting to visiting instead of sleeping here, we don’t have to put up with you two fighting mid game”
“We weren’t fighting. She doesn’t like losing”
Holding his hands up, Hunk clearly didn’t want to go there
“That’s between you and her. I’m just here for Lance”
It was good Lance had that support network, but it meant hiding so much away. At least he hadn’t had to confirm he was dating Lance... even if he kind of wanted to, it felt like the moment passed.
Barely ten minutes had passed before there was the crunch of gravel and headlights in the drive. Keith had sat, but he was on his feet and moving for the front door before his mind had caught up. Opening the door, Lance walked straight over to him. Wrapping his arms around him, his boyfriend melted into his hold
“I’m so fucking happy to see you”
Lance meant it, and Keith knew he meant it
“I’m happy to see you too”
They stood there long enough that Hunk came to check on them as Curtis waited outside for the doorway to be clear
“Lance, how is she?”
“They’re monitoring her. Thanks for being here”
“Any time, man. I made dinner, it’s in the fridge and there’s left overs”
“You’re the best”
Lance broke the hug, moving to hug Hunk
“I’m going to go now that Keith’s here, but I’ll be back tomorrow”
“Thank you. I wouldn’t know what to do without you”
“It’s fine. I’ve got this, you just get some rest”
“That’s the plan. I really can’t thank you enough”
Hunk hugged Lance back, Keith waiting patiently to steal Lance back into his hold
“Be good and I’ll see you tomorrow. Sorry to just leave, Keith. It’s good to see you, man”
Keith wasn’t offended. He was too worried about Lance and too sleepy to be offended
“Yeah, you too. Drive safe”
When Hunk left, Keith followed Lance to his office. Grabbing out a blood bag, Lance seemed a little lost
“What’s up?”
“I want to hug you, but is it weird while I’m eating?”
“Nah. It’s fine. I did kind of show up without messaging”
“I know... God, I’m exhausted”
“Want to go bed and talk about it?”
Lance gave him a tired smile
“Other than showing up tonight, that’s the best thing I’ve heard today”
“I was worried when your car wasn’t here”
“Mami took a sudden turn. She’s fine. Well, she’s okay. They’re monitoring her closely to make sure it doesn’t develop into pneumonia. I was planning on asking to see you tomorrow in Platt, but I’m just so fucking happy you’re here”
Things clicked. Coran suddenly giving them weekend off. Lance went to Coran over everything, Coran loved Lance like a son. Lance would have told him about Miriam, he probably would have told him not to interfere with his work schedule, and put Keith above his own needs. Keith could almost kiss Coran. Almost. The man was seriously weird and oddly happy most of the time. Yet... he wasn’t like any boss Keith had ever had. He always enquired over Keith and Shiro, like making sure they were doing okay in the apartment and not over working themselves... beyond Shiro being a slave driver. Coran probably knew, he probably knew that they both needed each other right now for different reasons. It was meddlesome to have his love life discussed, but he really fucking missed Lance.
*
Lance was a stumbling mess as he tried to undress. He’d started yawning as they made their way upstairs and hadn’t stopped. Stripping down to his underwear, Lance gazed at his pyjamas like it was too much effort
“Skip them. It’s just the two of us”
“You don’t mind?”
“Not really. I didn’t bring a change of clothes...”
He’d brought himself. That was about it. He’d left both phone chargers at home with him impatience to get to Garrison
“You can borrow whatever you want”
“I know. Let’s skip changing tonight”
That’s how the ended up cuddling in bed in just their underwear. Lance curled against Keith with his blood bag sitting on Keith’s chest as Keith played with his hair. Letting Lance eat, he didn’t know where to begin when it came to bringing up Miriam, so let Lance take the lead. Half a bag of blood later, Lance sighed softly
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mami right away. I thought it was just a bug, but they called me today to tell me she was sounding worse. I kind of dropped everything and went”
“You were going to tell me tomorrow, weren’t you?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want to interrupt your work until we knew what was going on. I was actually hoping to have you to myself tomorrow night”
“Coran suddenly gave us the weekend off”
“He knows... about Mami. Curtis goes there when I go see her. He came to see her too”
“How is she? Like, really?”
“Not good... Her memory’s playing up. She knows me, so that’s okay. Luis... she tried to cover not recognising him when he came with Lisa to visit”
Right. Lisa was the sister-in-law
“And you?”
“I’m... I’m scared that this is it. I wanted to bring her home to care for her, but it’s better she’s in Platt”
“I’m sorry I can’t do anything”
“You have no idea how much you being here tonight is everything I need right now. It’s probably not what you had planned”
“It’s fine. I wanted to see you. I’ve missed seeing you”
Lance started to cry, Keith moving the blood bag aside to pull him in close
“I’m sorry... I miss you so much. I know you’re working, but I think lately the only thing keeping me sane is talking to you every night”
“I don’t think I’ve ever kept anyone sane”
“You need to think higher of yourself. Fuck... let’s not talk about me. How’s work?”
Keith snorted. Work was work
“Next question?”
“Shiro still being a hard arse?”
“Yeah. At the moment we’re still getting used to Platt. Shiro insists on going out every night to snoop around. Coran’s given us a briefing on what’s happening, so at the moment it’s all about watching and learning who’s who”
“I’m sure you’re loving that. Not having to talk to people”
He wasn’t that bad... He could trade memes with the best of them now
“I talk to people. I talk to you, and I talk to Pidge, and I talk to Hunk”
“I know. So proud of you”
Keith shoved Lance playfully
“Wanker”
“Takes one to know one. Hey... thanks... for coming”
“Anytime I can... Things sound like they’ve settled down around here”
Wiping his face, Lance then stared down at him
“Matt told you, didn’t he?”
“Matt told me, what?”
“He had a go at you about my heats again, didn’t he?”
Matt had said it’d died down?
“Nope. But apparently you’ve got something to tell me?”
“I feel like you just tricked me”
Keith pursed his lips, in though. Lance leaning down to kiss him. Not the plan but definitely not something he was going to object to. Keith found he was the one tricked as his boyfriend moved from kissing him to cuddling against him again
“Did you just kiss me to distract me?”
“A little. They’re not as bad as they were, I mean, they still hit randomly, which you know about. I... just... um... Matt got mad at me for neglecting my body. Apparently I’m making sex a bigger thing than I needed to. He bought me a flesh light, threw it at my head and then screamed that we should bone already because our phone calls are ridiculous and he doesn’t know how we’ve survived this long. I think he was ready to drive me to Platt and kick me out at your apartment next time it hit”
“What does Coran say?”
“It should have settled by now... but... um... everything’s um... there now”
“No more growing pains?”
“Only heat cramps”
Keith squeezed him tightly
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Keith felt like a terrible boyfriend. He kind of forgot things were growing inside his boyfriend and it wasn’t always heat pain. He’d kind of not wanted to know all the details
“I don’t know... growing a womb is kind of weird when you’re a 44 year old man. Coran did a scan, everything’s like... there now. My heat periods should settle now that it’s all grown. I’m still meant avoid extreme stress, and my stressors. He said to leave it another two months then I can go on some kind of birth control”
This was all good news. Good news that Keith felt came with not so good news, because this was them
“And long term”
“I’m going to be really horny come spring. Nah. He’s not sure. Breeders aren’t generally free to live their lives. Plus I’m like ancient for this to be happening”
“He doesn’t have more answers?”
“Not really. I could still go into heat any time and have to be careful”
“That’s hard”
“It is what it is. At least I’m not like a wolf and have no self control”
Lance spoke up, clearly ribbing Matt, Keith couldn’t help but tease him
“So no more randomly blurting out you want to ride my dick?”
“Not tonight at any rate. He gave me shit for days after you left. He was very disappointed that all the noise we made wasn’t... you know... doing the penetrative do”
“Let’s not call it that again”
“Yeah that felt weird. Anyway, you need to tell me more about work”
“You really want to know?”
“Of course I do. My badarse boyfriend’s out there keeping us all safe”
“Hardly”
“So I didn’t see you at the festival?”
Talk about being sprung. His ability to tail people had obviously slipped. How lame must he have looked
“You saw me?”
“I felt someone watching. You really like your black suit, don’t you?”
Keith groaned
“It’s official Blade uniform. Coran had us working security”
“I kind of figured that much out. It felt a little safer with you out there”
“Only a little safer?”
“Well, you are kind of an idiot...”
Visions of their first encounter as hunter and prey made Keith groan again. He’d never live that down
“Your faith in me is outstanding”
Lance sniffled, rubbing his cheek against Keith’s chest
“I’ll always have faith in you. Thank you for existing”
Keith was struck dumb at that. What did one say to that when he’d been such a burden to so many people. Leaning up, he buried his face in Lance’s hair
“Can I come with you to see Mami tomorrow?”
“Yeah... yeah, that’d be nice. She likes hearing about what you’re up to”
“You talk about me?”
Keith knew they did, talk about him. He just didn’t know what how one talked to their parent
“She likes hearing about the normal things. How you hate traffic. How your furniture hasn’t arrived. How bad your jokes are. How you hate those sensors Coran makes you wear because they make you itch”
“That doesn’t seem something worth talking about”
“It is... because all these things make you, you. God. I sound like a dad. It’s okay to be yourself son. Just give it your best shot, slugger!”
Keith let his head drop back
“That was terrible”
“I spent my whole life actively not being a dad. Let me have my moments”
“And complaining about remembering when rides were 75cents doesn’t count?”
“Hey, you have no idea. And petrol. Petrol prices are so high these days”
“Let’s not forget how excited you got finding those LP’s in that second hand store”
“Pidge talks too much”
That was Pidge alright. She appreciated vintage, but when it came to Lance it was fair game
“And the those bear books”
“It’s Berenstain Bears! Now you’re insulting my childhood. They were quality books”
“Pidge said you screamed and scared the shop assistant”
Lance huffed. Yeah, Pidge was great for spilling Lance’s secrets from college
“Because they were readable”
People usually read books... Why would they buy a book otherwise?
“And your glam rock playlist? It’s like being in the car with Shiro”
“Your brother has impeccable music tastes”
“We both know it’s not true”
“You’re learning too much about me. It’s not fair”
“You can ask you know”
“I don’t want to push you. Can we go to sleep now? I’m a terrible host, but I’m exhausted”
Lance was still probably worrying himself in circles over his mother. He couldn’t change that, but coming out tonight had been the right move. He needed this. He needed Lance. He had to talk to Coran about his schedule because this with Lance... He needed this. He wanted this. Even on the worst days, he wanted to be there with his boyfriend. The distance of not seeing him for weeks felt like a life sentence. He couldn’t go that long again. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to hang out and do all the fun things Lance wanted to do with him
“Yeah, I’m beat too. Let’s get some sleep, then tomorrow I’ll drive you to Platt and we’ll spend the whole day with Miriam”
Lance kissed his chest
“Thank you...”
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⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆HEADCANON : RE/MIND TRAILER ANALYSIS
I’ve been working on this since the final Re/Mind trailer was LEAKED, but now that it has been officially released I can finally POST IT! This headcanon post encompasses all three Re/Mind teaser trailers and some of the events of KH3. I know this is structured like a THEORY POST, but take it all with a pinch of salt: this is just a LORE DUMP for how I’ll be roleplaying Yozora until the DLC actually comes out. I’m not aiming to be ‘accurate’ or right, just stringing bits of CANON to line up with my portrayal ;v; So, without further ado, let’s jump right in...
( Warning, this is a stupidly long post ! )
ONE. ┆ THE TWO HALVES OF THE SKY - YOZORA VS SORA
Without a doubt, Nomura has been planning this ARC for years. It is my firm belief that he was planning SORA and NOCTIS to eventually meet, the latter being axed from the joining the KH PLOT after Nomura was removed from XV’s development. Here is what Nomura ORIGINALLY SAID in 2013 about Sora and Noctis’s dynamic:
Do you know the name Sora mean the “sky”, in Japanese and Noctis, his family name is Caelum which mean sky as well so basically, Noctis means “night sky”, so they are kind of complete opposites to each other. There is a reason why I named these characters as opposites.
I don’t believe that Sora and Yozora are the SAME PERSON, nor is Yozora a FUSION of Riku and Sora, but rather, they PARALLEL each other narratively, like what Nomura originally INTENDED for Noctis and Sora. Yozora and Sora are simply OPPOSITES of each other.
I believe as much as SORA embodies light and hope, YOZORA embodies darkness and despair. SORA, not being TECH SAVVY ( see any interaction he has with a COMPUTER, or the first time he uses a GUMMIPHONE ), and YOZORA, who uses hyper-futuristic weaponry with EASE, and comes from a world where ROBOTICS is commonplace.
Aside from the obvious VISUAL JUXTAPOSITION between the optimistic keyblade wielder and the austere newcomer, I also believe that they are going to OPPOSE each other in abilities and goals. Much as Sora used the power of waking to BRING BACK LIVES, Yozora has just as much power to TAKE THEM: see the characteristic skull motif upon Yozora’s sleeves, as well as the prominent THEME OF DEATH within Versus XIII lore.
Which ties in perfectly to my headcanon about the role of REINCARNATION within the KH and Verum Rex worlds respectively. YOZORA is a harbinger of DEATH, and SORA is the harbinger of REBIRTH. Rebirth, of course, being the meaning behind the TITLE of the DLC, as mentioned by Nomura himself:
“ ... The meaning of what I just mentioned and the double-meaning are the same. It means “remind”, “reconfirmation”, “ reclaim the heart* ”, and so forth. ”
(*Note: 心 means “heart” and also “mind”, and 再生 can mean “regeneration”, so 心の再生 can also mean “regeneration” or “rebirth” of the “mind”. Also, “Reclaim Your Heart” is a phrase used on the back of the box for Verum Rex in Toy Box)
The TWO SKIES, like day and night, perpetually maintain this SAMSARA of death and rebirth. Both UNAWARE of each other’s existence, and IMPACT upon the wider universe.
UNTIL NOW. Given the description of the DLC mentioning ‘a secret episode and boss battle’ in a separate line, this is most likely alluding to YOZORA. As such, Yozora will play an antagonistic role towards SORA, at least for the events of Re//Mind. Yozora confronts Sora, after he ABUSES the power of waking to bring back all of his FRIENDS from death. The friends YOZORA was intending to REAP. And thus, the boss battle begins.
Whether Yozora CONTINUES to antagonise Sora even after Re//Mind, it can’t be ascertained at this point. But Sora had been REPEATEDLY WARNED that he will have a price to pay for abusing the POWER OF WAKING ( see the section on YMX below for more detail ). I believe YOZORA has come to deliver this retribution.
TWO. ┆ A SEA OF STARS - THE FINAL WORLD
There has been a lot of speculation about the ‘FINAL WORLD’ we see at the end of the Re//Mind trailer, and whether it IS EVEN the Final World, or the SAME 'Final World’ we have been visiting thus far with SORA.
So far, YOZORA’S WORLD has only been depicted at night. This, PAIRED with Yozora’s name meaning ‘night sky’, could imply that YOZORA HIMSELF caused the Final World to shift from DAY to NIGHT. The two ‘Final Worlds’ are one and the same.
But WHAT IS the Final World exactly? Chirithy describes the FINAL WORLD as a place where “the edges of sleep and death touch”, and that Sora had VISITED the Final World “more than once before on his visits to the Station of Awakening”. Chirithy also mentions that SORA previously came to the Final World “out of his own choice” and can’t just “wander out like his other visits”, when he came to the Final World after PERISHING at the Keyblade Graveyard. The fact that Sora QUESTIONED “What is the Final World?”, despite visiting NUMEROUS TIMES before, implies only one thing: Sora visits the Final World in his DREAMS. And, like most humans upon awakening, he fails to REMEMBER what he dreamt.
The fact that YOZORA is also present in the Final World, in a fully CORPOREAL FORM, implies that he also visits the Final World in his DREAMS, rather than simply arriving there after PERISHING. Their SHARED LINE from the KH1 opening says it all:
“I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately. Like... is any of this for real? Or not?”
The Final World is a realm one visits on the BRINK OF DEATH, and with Yozora and Sora being agents of DEATH and REBIRTH, they visit this realm even in their SLEEP. Yozora’s visits during his sleep are a PREMONITION orchestrated by the Watchmen of Fate, alluding to his destiny to ascend as the VERUM REX: aka the god of death.
THREE. ┆ A STRONG SENSE OF PURPOSE - THE NAMELESS STAR
I joked a lot about the NAMELESS STAR being Yozora’s love interest, but it may be CLOSER TO CANON than I originally thought: especially given Yozora’s appearance in the FINAL WORLD, and how accurate her DIALOGUE is to Stella Nox Fleuret: the infamous LOVE INTEREST from Nomura’s cancelled project, Versus XIII.
Aside from the obvious indicators ( “They took away my name, everything about me” ), the male she “PINES” for also fits perfectly with MY DEPICTION of Yozora. She mentions that he has been “changed beyond recognition, his heart replaced with another’s”. Aside from the developmental parallels of NOCTIS becoming YOZORA, it’s also accurate to my Yozora’s HEART being replaced with an ASTRAL CORE, with the Gigas experimentation CHANGING HIM beyond recognition ( his hair and eye colour ).
The NAMELESS STAR also mentioned that “were he to regain his old self again, he would be distressed by my absence”. Whatever HAPPENED to Yozora that made him forget about his LOVE INTEREST, his presence in the Final World alongside SORA gives the impression that he has REMEMBERED his love interest, and has come to rescue her-- much has SORA had returned to the Final World to rescue KAIRI.
Delving a teeny bit more into my OWN META here. I find it interesting that the NAMELESS STAR gave Sora advice about how to OVERCOME the TASKS before him. What intrigued me the MOST, is how she mentions his ability to RETAIN his PHYSICAL FORM in the Final World, due to his “strong sense of purpose”. The word ‘PURPOSE’ is distinctly emphasised by her voice actress, so I want to BELIEVE that there is importance to it.
MY PORTRAYAL of Yozora and his world encircles the concept of the ‘KARMA’ that lies inside all humans, as per the back of the VERUM REX BOX COVER in Toy Box. To summarise that post, this KARMA is the sum of a person’s grasp of FATE + CONSEQUENCE, and their connection to the SPIRITUAL REALM. The stronger your hold on your DESTINY, aka your karma, the stronger your CONNECTION to the cosmos. It is Sora’s POWERFUL HOLD ON FATE that gave him his corporeal form in the Final World-- much like YOZORA at the end of the Re//Mind trailer.
It thus becomes obvious that the NAME the Nameless Star whispers to Sora is YOZORA. Which not only explains why he looked so SHOCKED after hearing it, but also why Sora RETURNS to the Final World alone in the Re//Mind trailer. He was explicitly LOOKING FOR YOZORA, and was calling out his name-- and expressed the same level of SHOCK upon discovering that Yozora is MORE THAN just a video game character.
FOUR. ┆ AN AGENT IN THE SHADOWS - YOUNG MASTER XEHANORT
Puzzling enough, the Re//Mind trailers also REVEAL that Young Master Xehanort has been WORKING ALONGSIDE the Master of Masters. How is this relevant to Yozora, you ask? Consider the following:
1. YMX was the MAIN VILLAIN in the Toy Box world. He was responsible for introducing SORA to Verum Rex, quite literally, by THROWING HIM into the Verum Rex video game ( which I canon to be the ‘data’ version of YOZORA’S WORLD... but that’s for another post lol ).
2. YMX is WORKING with MoM, who appears along with Yozora in the SECRET ENDING, in the Shibuya district of Yozora’s world.
3. In Dream Drop Distance, YMX made a PROMISE with two characters from The World Ends with You, a game directed by NOMURA encircling the concept of reapers, also based in SHIBUYA. The promise being to bring them back to their world, if they brought Sora and Riku to him. Perhaps YMX did FULFIL that promise, and RETURNED the TWEWY characters to Shibuya. Which implies that HE KNOWS how to reach Shibuya: where MoM was present.
Nomura mentioned in the KH3 ULTIMANIA, that the Shibuya featured in the SECRET ENDING is in a “different reality” compared to the TWEWY Shibuya. What if the SHIBUYA of Yozora’s world, coexisted with the Shibuya of TWEWY? Much like how the worlds were SPLIT IN TWO, not only in Dream Drop Distance, but in Toy Box as well?
4. More specific to my META for Yozora, YMX finds it INTRIGUING that “even empty puppets can be given strong hearts”, and that “a heart can be placed in a vessel of our choosing”. My Yozora was essentially moulded into a PUPPET of Gigas Corporation after having his heart replaced with an ASTRAL CORE, with the intention of making him rise as a ‘HIGHER BEING’: an elevated version of humanity. Also note how YMX says ‘OUR’... what if he was not alluding to True Organisation XIII... but HIMSELF AND MoM?
5. YMX also plays a ROLE in Sora abusing the power of waking. Before unleashing the FINAL BOSS of Toy Box on Sora, he whispers “Find the hearts joined to yours”. In the Re//Mind trailer, SORA re-emphasises this: “But, follow my heart? Hearts are all connected. Trace the connection!”. YMX also APPEARS again, after Sora dove into all of the Sleeping Worlds, claiming that he nearly “buried himself in the dark of sleep”, TWICE OVER: once in DDD, and once again in KH3-- instances where YMX was both present.
Note how also, Nomura chose SAN FRANSOKYO as the final Sleeping World that Sora reaches, before YMX appears. San Fransokyo being very AESTHETICALLY SIMILAR to Yozora’s world ( Both being TOKYO CODED CITIES, with a night time setting ).
Despite LEADING Sora down this doomed path, YMX WARNS him that there is a “high price to pay” for wielding such power FOOLISHLY, and that he had now “paid (this) price”. The price? HIS OWN LIFE. This is reiterated several times in the GAME and PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL:
a. On the BACK of the Verum Rex box cover in Toy Box, it mentions ‘A JOURNEY WITHOUT A PLACE TO RETURN’.
b. In the Re//Mind trailer: once by XEHANORT himself: “Seeing that you have also taken the FORBIDDEN PATH, you too must be ready to make the ULTIMATE SACRIFICE”.
c. And once again by CHIRITHY, claiming that Sora will “vanish from this world”, and that “without ( his ) powers, ( he ) can’t return to the world ( he ) came from”. Sora has not only LOST the power of waking, but had also SACRIFICED HIS LIFE.
Stranded in the FINAL WORLD, with no one left to turn to, Sora calls out a NAME. The name of a person he knows is COMING to the Final World... to save his lost star.
SHOUTOUT to Steph ( @kyecupio ) for fuelling the big galaxy brain with XEHANORT and YOZORA’S connection fgjhfg.
FIVE. ┆ THE WATCHMAN OF FATE - MASTER OF MASTERS
We’ve gotten an INSIGHT into YMX’s intentions, but what has the MoM got to do with all of this? Why does he APPEAR in the secret ending?
We already know that MoM is working alongside YMX from the brief Re//Mind trailer, where it is disclosed that the MoM GIFTED YMX the characteristic black coat that wards off darkness. YMX is also seemingly REPORTING to MoM about a ‘world tour’, which I assume MoM advised him to go on. What is this ‘world tour’? Difficult to tell at this point.
But what I do know is that MoM is OBSESSED on keeping universal order. He created the GAZING EYE to allow himself to see into the future and write the BOOK OF PROPHECIES, and refuses to give LUXU a copy of the book to ‘avoid temporal paradoxes’. Nomura has definitely created an ANTAGONISM between Luxu/Xigbar and Xehanort, especially NOW with it being revealed that YMX is working with MoM.
WHATEVER Nomura is planning with LUXU vs MoM/YMX, I can’t be certain. But what I do know, is MoM’s MOTIVES are extremely similar to MY META for the Watchmen of Fate, something I have come up with exclusively for MY PORTRAYAL of Yozora and his world.
The WATCHMEN OF FATE are responsible for maintaining the BALANCE AND ORDER of the universe, and are CHARACTERISED by their dark reaper’s hoods. Note how the MoM never takes his hood off, and this HOOD is strikingly uncanny to a GRIM REAPER. Furthermore, the Watchmen of Fate in my canon are not only NOTED for keeping the order of the universe, but some are also ‘TRICKSTERS’ by nature and occasionally like to manipulate fate. Note how MoM also has a PLAYFUL PERSONALITY despite his wider goal.
I believe the MoM has a greater power in the UNIVERSE, and has advised YMX to lead SORA to the Realm of the Dead where YOZORA resides. For what purpose? To UNITE the agents of DEATH and REBIRTH under the same sky. To fulfil the cycle of KARMA. To achieve the REINCARNATION of all worlds.
To reincarnate Kingdom Hearts.
TO CONCLUDE:
1. MoM and YMX are rogue Watchmen of Fate, trying to REBIRTH the universe together via KINGDOM HEARTS.
2. They want to UNITE SORA ( who embodies rebirth ), and YOZORA ( who embodies death ), to achieve the REINCARNATION of the universe ( death + rebirth )
3. SORA is seeking Yozora because he TALKED to the Nameless Star, YOZORA is seeking Sora because he USED the power of waking to REVERSE DEATH, they both meet at the FINAL WORLD. Yozora initiates the BOSS BATTLE because “ you broke the rules, perish ”
4. YMX ( + MoM? ) possibly SPLIT SHIBUYA into two: one comprising of YOZORA’S REALITY, and one comprising of TWEWY’S REALITY ( not sure of the reasons yet but it’s suss )
5. ( Specific to my VERUM REX META ) YMX and MoM are potentially connected to GIGAS CORP, given YMX’s intrigue about placing STRONG HEARTS in EMPTY VESSELS, much like Gigas Corp are, thus already serving as ANTAGONISTS to both Yozora and Sora.
#⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆a synthetic heart bled dry by the hands of fate. ❪ headcanons ❫#( this is a mess but i just want to post it jfhjfhg )#( i'll tidy it up later if this makes any sense-- )
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Pairing: JungkookxOC
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Summary: Zoya and Jungkook had lost touch years ago. When a situation brings them back into each other lives, they try to go back to how things were as best friends once again. But a lot can change in 8 years. People. Feelings.
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Zoya made it home by 6pm and spent time with her family, animatedly talking about her time in London and her unexpected reunion with Jungkook and meeting the members. By midnight Zoya had gotten into bed, when she’d received a notification. ‘Hellooooo!’ Zoya smiled and replied with a simple ‘Hi.’ Zoya received an immediate response.
‘I give you a heartfelt greeting. I poured my emotions into that, and all I get is a hi? I am genuinely hurt.’
“Yeah yeah, calm down drama queen. Did you just finish up the show?’
‘Yeah we did. We’re back at our hotel, we’re about to do a little sightseeing.’
‘Oh, that’s nice. London looks great at night.’
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m about to go to sleep, some of us have to go to uni tomorrow ☹’ Zoya laid on her bed waiting eagerly for Jungkook’s reply.
‘Come with me to Amsterdam instead.’
‘I wish. You get to go to all these amazing places. Took you long enough to come here though.’
‘That was not our fault, but I’m glad we finally did. I had the most amazing time coming here, definitely the best so far.’
‘Aw, I know I was the highlight of your experience. You flatter me.’ Zoya decided to tease him.
‘You were.’ Not the reply she was expecting, and she felt a blush arise. Zoya didn’t know how to reply to that, so she did whatever first came to mind.
‘Okay.’ A dead response. Immediately she typed another text, ‘I should go to sleep, I’ll leave you to your sightseeing. Have fun’… Zoya pondered how to end it. “Love you x?” She muttered to herself and she shook her head “Nah”. She thought that maybe he’d find it weird to say something so intimate, despite that phrase being their good bye, good night and see you soon as they grew up together. She erased the last part and settled on an exclamation mark and received a message a few seconds later.
‘Goodnight. Love you!’ Zoya’s heart fluttered and with a smile she put her phone on her bedside. She sighed out “Jeon Jungkook…you’re gonna be the death of me.” As she turned her lamp off and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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The next day Zoya went through her day as she would usually, attending her lectures, diligently taking notes…well that or trying not to fall asleep. She later found herself at the library, watching the lecture she failed to stay awake in that morning, and took down notes. Out of the corner of her eye Zoya could see her phone’s notification light blinking. With all her will she tried to ignore it. ‘I need to focus, don’t look at it Zoya’ she thought whilst constantly glancing at it every few seconds. Admitting to herself that her concentration was broken, Zoya grabbed her phone to check what she received, and it was revealed that Jungkook had sent a video message. Zoya smiled and before she could play the video Alice spoke, “What are you smiling at?”
Zoya jumped at the sudden appearance of her friend and proceeded to lock her phone. “Nothing. Just saw a funny meme.” She says nonchalantly. Alice squints her eyes and gives her a ‘I don’t believe you’ look and Zoya answered with a blank face, refusing to give anything away.
“You’re really not going to tell me?” Alice says as she seats herself opposite Zoya and crossing her arms in annoyance.
“Tell you what?” Zoya feigns ignorance.
“It’s Jungkook. I know it is.” Alice simply says as she leans back in her seat looking smug.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I saw a funny goat meme.” Mimicking Alice’s crossed arm posture.
“Mhmm,” Alice looked even more smug as she smirked. The girl could read Zoya like a book. “Is the goat’s name Jungkook?” Zoya felt heat rise to her cheeks, knowing Alice had her. “Oh, are you feeling a little hot in this air-conditioned library in the middle of Autumn?” Alice always found teasing Zoya enjoyable.
With a huff of annoyance, Zoya let up and said “Yes. It was Jungkook…he sent a message.” She tried to push down the smile, not wanting to be teased any further by her friend.
“Let’s see!” Alice says eagerly.
“I haven’t even seen it yet. It’s a video…” Zoya explains as she unlocks her phone to open the message. The two girls lean on the table to huddle over the phone as Zoya presses play.
Jungkook’s smiling face appears in a mirrored room, his bangs stuck to his forehead and his face flushed. “Hi Zoya! We’re just taking a break from practicing”, that explained the damp hair, “we’re going to go eat. I hope you’re having a good day, study hard! Fighting!” You hear a faint voice calling Jungkook as his attention turns to them before saying “Okay I got to go! Speak to you soon, love you!” The video ends with his beaming smile.
Zoya smiles and locks her phone again. Alice, on the other hand is frozen. “Alice?” No response. “Aliiiicee” She says as Zoya waves a hand in her face. Alice slowly sits back from the table looking shocked and then pointedly looks at Zoya incredulously, wondering why she’s so calm.
“Did you hear what I heard? He said, ‘love you’. He said that, right? I didn’t hear wrong, yeah? He actually said that?” Alice rambles.
“Alice calm down.” Zoya giggles. “Yes, he said that. He said it last night, it’s nothing. We used to say it all the time.”
“Have you said it back then?” Alice raises a brow.
“No…but-“
Alice cuts her off, “But nothing. Why haven’t you? You guys said it all the time, what’s different now?” Zoya looks at Alice firmly, trying to understand what she’s getting at.
“We haven’t seen each other or talked in years. It’s harder for me to get back to talking.” Zoya defended herself.
“You two seemed dandy just a day after meeting again. Or maybe it’s harder to say it because it means something different?” Alice suggests.
“What are you trying to say?” Zoya challenges.
“Oh, you know exactly what I’m trying to say.”
“No, I really don’t. Why don’t you elaborate.” The attitude was now very apparent in their back and forth. Most would think they’re arguing, but this was a normal occurrence in their daily lives, just a normal conversation between two friends who constantly sass each other.
“You. Like. Jeon. Jungkook.” Alice emphasised each word. Zoya laughed, it almost seemed forced.
“Of course I do” Zoya shrugs as if it was common knowledge, “As a friend.”
“You really gonna lie to me like that?” Alice didn’t look impressed.
“I’m not lying!” Zoya laughed in disbelief.
“Wow, you’ve lied to yourself so much, you can’t even admit it.” Alice acknowledged, now understanding. “Zoya, I can practically see the heart eyes you make. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile so hard before.”
“But I can’t.” Zoya muttered. Zoya felt confused, but she knew deep down that her recent feelings weren’t platonic.
“You can’t or won’t?”
“I don’t. This is crazy. Jungkook is a friend. I am not in love with him.” Zoya laughs as if it’s the most ridiculous thing she’s heard.
“I never said you love him I just said you like him…” Alice shrugs, “That came out of your mouth, not mine.” Zoya scoffed sputtering a response, taken aback from what her friend was inferring.
“Love, like. Whatever. We are friends and that’s it. Nothing more.” Zoya explains sternly.
“Fine. If you say so.” Alice holds her hands up in defeat ands the topic ended there. However, Zoya couldn’t keep their conversation from replaying in her head. In all honesty, Zoya knew she had feelings for Jungkook. ‘Shit’ she thought.
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“Sooooo, I was thinking, you have holidays coming up and you guys should come to Korea. Mum misses you…”
“Oh, just aunty?”
“Maybe, dad too…”
“Of course, uncle…”
“And Junghyun.”
“Oh right, I guess we could go to Busan and stay there for the entire trip.”
“And Seoul!”
“Why Seoul? I thought only uncle, aunty and Junghyun missed us. I’m just going to visit them.”
“You’re such a brat. I, Jeon Jungkook, miss you, Zoya Kadih. Happy?”
“Very. Although Imani would be highly offended that you didn’t miss her. ” Zoya sat at her desk chair with a satisfied smile looking at her laptop screen. Looking back at her through the screen was Jungkook in the familiar background of his studio. “I would really love to come to Korea, but I can’t even afford a ticket for myself right now, especially at such short notice. Life of a poor student.” Zoya explains.
“You don’t have to worry about that, I’ll pay.”
“No way. Absolutely not. I am not letting you pay for us to come to Korea. That’s too much Jungkook. Maybe I can save enough to come sometime next year, when I get a job.”
“Come on, It’s not that much-“
“Erm, excuse me Mr. Millionaire. paying over a grand for someone else being ‘not that much’ is a foreign concept to us mere commoners.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, expecting Zoya’s sarcastic response. “Jungkook, I really can’t accept it. It’s way too much, and I’ll want to pay you back and as you can tell, I am in no position to have that money lying around without ending up on the streets or something.”
“So, I guess the 4 tickets I just bought are gonna go to waste…”
“You did not…Jungkook. Jungkook!” She shouted when he refused to look at her the first time she called him. “Are you serious?!” He merely shrugged. “Yah, you stupid! You idiot. When I get to Korea, I am going to smack you silly.”
“Well- “Jungkook did a double take after processing what Zoya just said. “Wait. You’re going to come?” His wide eyes were bright with excitement and happiness.
“Well of course I am. You just paid for the tickets.” Zoya rolled her eyes, but that didn’t take away from the smile she gave after.
Suddenly Jungkook looked to the side, “Ah hyung.”
“What are you doing?” A new voice asked. Until suddenly a nose and two eyes popped up on your screen. “Hello?”
Zoya giggled as shaking her head in amusement, “Hello, Taehyung.”
Taehyung backed away from the camera revealing a wide smile and let out a laugh, “Zoya! Is Jungkook bothering you again?” He jokes.
“Thank goodness you’re here. He’s always calling me at weird hours of the night and texting me.” Zoya sighs in an exaggerated manner, “It’s becoming a real problem.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get him away from you.” Taehyung turns to face Jungkook, his back facing the camera. She sees Jungkook raise his eyebrow at the boy and he immediately turned back to face the camera, “Sorry Zoya, you’re on your own.” He says comedically.
“Wow. My hero.” Zoya remarks sarcastically.
“Come on do you see this? This boy has been working out too much these days. Those abs at the billboard were so cool Jungkook-ah.” Taehyung teases and ruffles his hair.
“Ah hyung,” Jungkook whined and suddenly his eyes wouldn’t meet Zoya’s and there was a red tint to his cheeks, “Get out.” He says as he pushes Taehyung out of his studio.
“It was like a washboard. Aw is Jungkookie shy.” Taehyung pinches the younger boys’ cheeks; straight after Jungkook finally succeeds in pushing him out of his studio. He lets out a big sigh and looks back to his computer screen to see Zoya laughing. “You think this is funny?”
Zoya shook her head as she pressed her lips together to stop her laughter, but her shaking body gave away her silent laughter, until she gave up and laughed it out. “A little, maybe. Don’t be embarrassed, it was very impressive. But you’ll always be the cute little tomato to me. Remember in primary school the play about vegetables and you played the little tomato. You were so cute!”
Jungkook laughed at the memory, “Oh yeah! You played soil!” This time it was Jungkook’s turn to burst into laughter.
“I was a very cute soil, thank you very much.” Zoya huffed.
Jungkook only laughed harder much to Zoya’s annoyance. “You looked…like a horizontal...piece of shit.” He sputtered through laughter.
“You’re really not funny.” Zoya rolled her eyes and pouted.
“Aww, but you were still a cute piece of shit.” Jungkook teased.
“Shut up, I didn’t make the costume. Count your blessing that you’re on that other side of that computer screen Jeon Jungkook.”
Zoya’s voice suddenly was drowned out and Jungkook merely smiled at the girl who was constantly threatening him, yet why did it make his heart feel funny…in a good way. “What’s wrong with your face?” Zoya’s frowning, confused face made him tune into what she was saying again.
“What?” Jungkook asked as soon as he realised, he most likely hadn’t said anything for too long.
“Your face. You were just smiling while just staring at me like a creep for at least a minute. You weren’t even responding. Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, yeah. I’m fine, sorry.” He answered, laughing nervously.
“Zoya, however, seemed unconvinced and looked genuinely concerned, “Are you sure? You know you can tell me.”
Jungkook forced a small laugh, hoping it seemed genuine as he brushed of her worry saying, “I’m fine, really. I just zoned out for a second.”
“Well it was for more than a second...but if you say you’re fine then I guess I believe you. You might wanna work on your zoned-out face though. You looked like those weird smiling dolls, just staring and smiling. I might be traumatised after that. Be prepared to pay my therapy bills.” Zoya said whilst shuddering at the image of the creepy ventriloquist dolls.
Jungkook shook his head as he laughed in disbelief, “You’re so weird. How are we friends again?
“Why Jungkook, I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me. Remember, like knows like.” Zoya comments with a wink. “Oh! I’ve got to go now before it gets to 5. How have we been speaking for nearly 3 hours?” Zoya questions incredulously, but then realisation dawns on her, “Oh my gosh Kookie! I’m so sorry, you must have so much to do and I was just here yapping on. It’s must be so late as well, you should have told me.” It was clear the girl felt extremely guilty, knowing the workload was probably too painful to imagine.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay, I have plenty of time to get this done.” Jungkook tried to ease her worries and thought best not to tell her that he’ll probably be working on it till early morning. He could see that Zoya was still feeling guilty, so he flashed a smile and said “Really, it’s okay. Just go to what you have to do, and I’ll speak to you soon okay?”
With a sigh Zoya replied “Fine, but please don’t overwork yourself, you’re not invincible so take care of yourself.” Seeing him roll his eyes at her worrying annoyed her, “I’m serious Jungkook! You’re doing no one any favours if you wear yourself out. I wish I could stay here longer and nag you, but I really need to go now. Speak to you soon.”
“Okay fine. Love you.”
With a small pause on her part Zoya smiled with a little wave and shyly said, “Love you.” Zoya felt her heart flutter as soon as she said that and ended the call. “Oh my gosh”, she groaned into her hands as they covered her face. She felt giddy and miserable all at once. It was plain as daylight that Zoya had feelings far from what you feel for just a friend. That night Zoya had decided that her friendship mattered more than any small fleeting feelings and she was going to suppress them so hard that there’d be no hope of them coming out.
A/N It’s been longer than usual. My updating will be a lot slower since I started a new job. I’ve just gotten into a routine, so hopefully I can update once a week. Let me know what you guys think so far.
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Week 6 - Holidays
Important notes:
Tika = ‘right’ or ‘correct’. The concept of tika, or being correct, is a base principle that applies to all tikanga. tikanga needs to be correct and right.
Pono = ‘true’ or ‘genuine’ Tikanga is advisable to emphasise the concept of pono because it is an old idea and because its meaning is free of other connotation. By focussing on pono a judgement may thus be made on whether the practice of a particular tikanga is true to the principles of Māoritanga or is an example of something borrowed from somewhere else.
The link between tika and pono on the one hand and values on the other is that values have to do with ‘principles or standards of behaviour.
Tūturu = ‘fixed’ or ‘permanent’ or ‘enduring’. Emphasised the aspect of a fixed and never-changing practice, but today the meaning is different.
If an action is considered to be incorrect this gives ground for alleging a breach of tikanga.
Take-utu-ea= The threesome concept of take-utu-ea comprises an analytical template for examining behavioural issues, but each term on its own is a principle of tikanga Māori. Each can be applied to a variety of situations and each is subject to many variables such as the mana of the persons involved in an event, the severity of breach and the economic situation of wrongdoers
Mana
Power, for example, Tame Iti challenges Mana in the video we watched on stream. Tame Iti challenges Mana of the teacher at school and the Mana of the crown just because they are “leaders” and not having a balance of Mana. He challenged the crown by him looking down on them rather than the crown looking down on him.
Example of different views of values: William(2000) argues that tikanga Māori deals not so much with rules and regulations but with values which are subject to various cultural tests of appropriateness, correctness and adequacy.The groundwork for this point of view was prepared several years earlier by Durie(1994). There are differences of opinion abut the range of values that underpin tikanga Māori and there is also debate about which values are more important. Some argue that a value such as manaakitanga is an ideal that few people can attain and sustain.
People do try to reach towards the values and practise them to the degree that they can manage. The practical application of tikanga Māori is judged. Manaakitanga is best understood as a basic principle of behaviour that applies to most ceremonies and should be a guiding principle for everyone.
“Values” = ‘the regard something is held to deserve; importance or worth (Oxford Compact Dictionary 2000:1277-78)
Manaakitanga = Is one of the values that underpin tikanga Māori. It refers to an expected standard of behaviour, an ideal that one should aspire to reach. When we say manaakitanga is ‘highly valued’ or that there is ‘high value’ placed upon manaakitanga we are using the base singular word ‘value’ which means holding something to be important. What values are important, and have been important to Māori?
An example of what is important to my Iwi is tapu. From prior knowledge, I was learn’t tapu, my dad always said to me “Never sit on the table” “Take your shoes off when entering the maraee.” I was also taught from my dads knowledge to always wash your hands when leaving a cemetery - Tapu to Māori, part of our values.
Whanaungatanga = Embraces Whakapapa and focuses upon relationships. At a tangihanga relatives are expected to support the whole ceremony. Many tikanga prescribe ways of restoring a balance in relationships because it is recognised that relationships are fragile and need to be nurtured. Whanaungatanga principle reached beyond actual whakapapa relationships and included relationships to non-kin persons who became like kin through shared experiences and to the ancestral house at the marae, because it is usually named after an ancestor.
Whanau = Family
Manaakitanga and Whanaungatanga = All tikanga are underpinned by the high value placed upon manaakitanga - nurturing relationships, looking after people, and being very careful about how others are treated. For groups the land, sea, forest, the animals and, in fact, anything moveable, the value of manaakitanga still holds; that is, the principle or standard of behaviour must remain in place. The practice of muru is carefully managed because the values placed on whanaungatanga and manaakitanga must be maintained. Aroha is an essential part of manaakitanga and is an expected dimension of whanaungatanga. These principles are important in human relationships
Aroha = love
Mana= Mana has to do with the place of the social group. Some individuals are regarded as having a high level of mana and others have varing levels. ‘Authority’, ‘control’, ‘influence’, ‘prestige’,’power’,’psychic force’, ‘effectual’, ‘binding’, ‘authoritative’. People with mana tend to be persons in leadership roles in the community.
Is it good to have a lot of mana. We have talked about this in class and balancing of mana.
Whakapapa/mana = Terms of Whakapapa and comes from chiefly lines or from important familes. People of mana draw their prestige and power from their ancestors (mana tipuna) This power is socially founded upon the kinship group, the parents, the whānau, hapū and iwi.
Mana Tangata = Human Authority - The element of psychic power relates also to whakapapa and connection with gods of the Māori world (mana Atua)
We whakapapa back to the Māori gods and our atua, through the naratives and stories. This has been talked about in class
Most effective speakers are those that have mana and the confidence associated with it.
Tuakana = Older sibling, male or female - have a higher position socially than taina, younger siblings -
During year 13 at college we not only had prefects but we had tuakana, they were the big sisters of the year 9s to help them around the school, play games and make them feel welcome. I was a tuakana when I was year 13 and I didn’t know what tuakana mean’t - reading this I learn’t that it means to be a big sister. I made sure that my classmates and the year 9s got a say in what we did so I wasn’t taking that mana.
Mana must be respected and public events should enhance the mana of participants. Actions that diminish mana result in trouble.
Tapu = The source of tapu goes to heart of Māori religious thought and even though a majority of Māori are members of some christian church or sect the notion of tapu holds. Tapu is everywhere in our world. It is present in people, places, buildings, in things, words, and in all tikanga. As Māori we respect the tapu of places and buildings such as the ancestral meeting house. Tapu remains an important part of our actions and our beliefs.
Examples of Tapu
- Not to step over a sleeping person.
-Not to pass anything over the head of another
- A building is open at dawn because it is tapu until moment the builders, carvers and decorators are released from the tapu of creative work and the building is cleared ready for public use. The whole of the tangihanga ceremony cannot be explained unless the notion of tapu is clearly understood.
- Another one I know is to always take your shoes off when entering a marae.
Utu = Utu is linked to the analytical framework of the take-utu-ea model already mentioned, there is also a value placed upon utu as compensation, or revenge, or reciprocity. Many commentators have noted the concept of utu, for example (Vayda 1960:45) and in economic transaction (Firth 1959:412-13). Utu is a response to take and that once the take is admitted the aim is to reach a state of ea, which might be translated as restoring balance and thereby maintaining whanauntanga. Many of the pathways are culturally validated and are regarded as appropriate to the event that triggered a response. Choosing the wrong pathway could be found to be inappropriate.
Noa and ea = The notion of ea to indicate the sucessful closing of a sequence and the restoration of relationships or the securing of peaceful interrelationships is the value that underpins most tikanga. Ea = achieving revenge.
In context of infringement upon tapu, the response selected reduces the level of tapu to state of noa, thereby restoring the balance and so reaching the deserved state of ea. Noa is often paired with tapu - noa = restoring balance. A high level of tapu is dangerous.
Its not useful to think of noa being the opposite of tapu or as the absence of tapu.
Prior to reading this I always thought “noa” was the opposite to tapu, this is because this was on a different reading and there are different views on tapu and noa. Which one is correct? It can vary iwi to iwi.
Noa= Indicates that balance has been reached, a crisis is over. Health is restored and life is normal again. This means relationships are restored. This state coincides with a state of Ea and noa.
Perspectives:
On the last two paragraphs the reading mentions different perspectives on these words, different views and its meanings vary from iwi to iwi. For example tapu = the faith element, the link with spiritual power. This is a different view on tapu. Overall i have read through the reading, highlighted and taken notes.
Mead, Hirini Moko. "Ngā pūtake o te tikanga: Underlying principals and values". Tikanga Maori (revised edition): Living by Maori values. Huia publishers, 2016, 25-33.
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prompt: in which y/n is joking around with simon and he takes what you say the wrong way.
warnings: a swear or two
notes: sorry this is so rushed and unedited, just wanted to say a huge thank you for 100 followers 💕💕
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“simon” my small voice echoes throughout the halls of the sidemen house.
i didn’t live here, but sometimes i wonder if i did would my boyfriend actually want to spend more time with me. i spent a lot of my free time in the presence of simon, but i can’t say that the same necessarily goes for him.
if he’s not found recording, he’s editing, and even when that’s finished he’ll be perfecting thumbnails and rendering stuff.
“in here” he responds evidentially not moving from his desk. not that i would have expected any different.
“just me” i peep my head in the door to see if i’m disturbing him from anything. “i got you some lunch” gesturing to the sandwich made only minutes earlier.
“you didn’t have to do that” he’s still yet to take his eyes away from the current video he’s working on. typical, i think while sighing.
it’s almost as if he is oblivious to the unhealthy amount of time he spends alone in his room. while he may not physically see his friends, he spends a whole lot of time with them. myself on the other hand have to work into his schedule.
my unintentional sigh allows me to receive the full attention of my boyfriend as he reluctantly swivels away from his computer screen. “what did you make?” he says with a cheeky smile, showing that although I didn’t have to make him anything, he’ll still willingly accept it.
“nothing exciting” i wave my hand dismissing his question. “but um- does that mean you’re taking a break?”
“ugh, well i wasn’t really planning on. but i can take a few minutes out if you’d like.”
that being the only invitation i need, i plop myself on his bed. “you’re cute you know?” he smiles at me taking a bite of his sandwich before placing it down on the desk.
“well i must have one real lucky boyfriend then” i answer with a placid smile.
“yeah you must. i suppose he’s rather attractive too?” he replies.
i pretend to think about it for a moment while laying back onto the duvet. it doesn’t take long for simon to react to my teasing as his fingers lightly begin to tickle my sides.
“okay, okay! i guess your somewhat attractive” emphasising the somewhat. my answer clearly not being the right one, as the torture endure from simon’s fingers continued.
“i give up, you’re attractive simon!” realising that i did just scream that rather loudly i immediately clamp my hand over my mouth.
“good, and now the whole house knows it” the cocky grin already etched onto his face.
“you’re such a goofball” i say whilst attempting to push him away from me.
“well then why do you keep coming over here to spend time with a goofball, hey?” his mouth presses to the spot interconnecting my neck and jawline.
nine times out of ten my reaction to him would have been absolute pleasure. for some reason today i’m slightly annoyed at the lack of time simon and I have spent together. particularly in the last few weeks, which results in my honest thoughts to unravel themselves.
“i’m not really sure either..it’s not like this goofball spends anytime with me when i’m here” annoyance evident in my tone.
within an instant simon retracts from my neck and looks down at me with sad eyes.
“is that what you think of me? someone who hardly cares about you? or doesn’t have time with you?”
“no simon that’s not what i meant at all” he moves further away from me standing up and pacing the room.
“great just another thing i’ve fucked up” his voice becoming more aggressive by each syllable.
“babe calm down you haven’t fucked anything up” even with such sincerity the words don’t get through to him.
“listen y/n, my life isn’t all sunshine and roses. it’s hard work, a lot of hard work. not only do i need to be putting good content out frequently, i also have to maintain a good image. you saying that i don’t give you enough attention makes me feel like someone who just uses a girl when he has needs and then tosses her to the side. i’m not that guy y/n! and I don’t have to be with you to think about you, because trust me when i say you’re the only thing on my mind. there’s no balance in my life, if i spend all my time working i’m upsetting you and if i spend all my time with you i’m upsetting millions of people. i can’t win” eventually he stops pacing, he stops yelling and tears begin to run down his face.
“take a deep breath si. you’re taking this all completely the wrong way! i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel a little ignored at times. but i understand it’s your job, and in no way do i feel used by you. i walked into your life knowing full well all the overtime you do, all’s i’m suggesting is a little break every now and then. for your own sake.”
i stand from the bed and wrap my arms around him. he sobs lightly into my shoulder, his grip tightly around my waist.
he moves back ever so slightly still with his arms firmly holding onto me. he looks for my eyes to make contact, while he takes a shaky hand to press under my chin lifting it up. “i love you y/n, i really do. and i’m sorry if i make you feel under appreciated. you deserve the world, and i’m sorry if i can’t give you that, but i’m trying and i’ll do anything for you. from now on i’m going to include you in everything i do. if you’re here and i’m filming, you can help with the camera work or can even make special appearances in my videos. if you’re here and i’m editing we can put a movie on and snuggle together while i do so. i love you more than anything y/n/n, and i want you to feel the appreciation you deserve.”
very delicately he leans down locking our lips together. in a slow and passionate kiss that shows every part of my body that he appreciates my company.
“i love you too simon” i respond against the warmth of his lips. simon picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, i immediately begin squealing and hitting his back.
“calm down gorgeous, stay here i’ll be right back” he instructs while throwing me onto his mattress.
i here him frantically rushing around the house and i let out a small giggle at how dorky he can be sometimes.
he runs back in with a parcel in hand and lack of oxygen. he stops to catch his breathe before sitting down next to me.
“i know i’m a day early but i feel like after all we’ve been through today you deserve it now” handing over the parcel wrapped with a sloppy bow on top.
he watches me intently with eager eyes as i pull back the pink tissue paper. inside is a beautiful navy blue cocktail dress made entirely of lace.
“what’s this for?” i ask evidently confused with his nice gesture.
“well i figured since tomorrow is our anniversary of when we met i wanted to take you out somewhere nice. it’s a total surprise so don’t ask any questions, but i just wanted to do something for you. i may have even asked freya if she can stay here tonight so we can have your apartment to ourselves” he adds with a wink.
“you remembered that it was our anniversary? you’d been so busy lately with the book, and the tour and your other events i didn’t think you’d be able to take some time off.”
“i feel offended that you think i’d forget the day i met the most prettiest, most intelligent and most kind hearted girl in the world” he says faking a hurt expression. “i remember it like it was yesterday” he nudges my shoulder.
“really?” i ask in awe. “do you think maybe you could recall the story to me?”
“of course my love” he says tangling our legs together as he lays us back into a more comfortable position.
“it was an ordinary tuesday for me, typical video grind type of day. we had a meeting in town about some new merchandise and jj, vik and lewis had all left together. but josh and I had to make a pitstop to grab freya before the meeting. she’d gotten out of class early and was meeting a friend for lunch, so josh promised he’d pick her up so we could all go to the meeting together. we were about 20 minutes earlier on picking frey up than planned so she was no where ready to go when we arrived. ‘sorry boys do you mind waiting on me finishing my lunch i’m starving’, and josh responded with something like ‘no problem at all babe, do you mind if me and simon crash your lunch date though?’ freya had introduced you to me and josh, before the two of them engaged in a deep conversation. this left the two of us to get to know each other until frey was finished. i remember being so nervous at what to say and wondering whether you liked me as much as i liked your personality and your gorgeous looks. i remember freya teasing me the whole car ride about not getting your number and that i’d be begging her for it later. every time josh had to meet freya on campus i’d always ask whether he thought you’d be there, or when he’d get back i’d ask if he’d seen you. it got to the point where him and freya had organised a secret double date which they claim was a coincidence so that we can meet again. and i’m glad that i grew the balls that time to ask for your number, because if i hadn’t i might not be laying here while you peacefully sleeping in my arms” he lightly chuckles pulling the blanket over us and holding me closer than ever.
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Begin Again: Chapter 3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 End
Word count: 2,373
Warnings: a couple of swear words, mention and brief description of a panic attack
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Bucky had been standing at the head of the bench press spotting Steve for the past twenty minutes, only half concentrating on his friend. Steve could handle dropping the weight on himself, probably. His mind was still reeling from the conversation he had had with you last night on the balcony. He had woken up at two in the morning and had ran into you in the kitchen when he got up to make himself some green tea to calm himself down.
He figured Sam had been exaggerating, but dammit the tea actually helped.
Bucky knew that as much as you liked to talk, you also treasured your peace and so he hadn’t expected for your eyes to widen momentarily as you took in his panic-stricken form. You had been in the compound for … almost a month? And yet it was so easy to open up to you.
‘What are you thinking so hard about?’ Steve panted.
Bucky blinked, losing his staring contest with the wall opposite. ‘Nothing,’
‘If you wanted to ask her out, she’d say yes.’
Bucky snapped out of his daze, looking down at his friend, but stayed calm. Steve was a dork but he was also observant, especially when it came to his teammates. Bucky wasn’t surprised that Steve picked up on his crush.
‘I don’t think so,’ Bucky replied, abandoning Steve on the bench and hooking up a punching bag at the opposite end of the room. ‘She’s just being friendly.’
Steve smirked. ‘She doesn’t take the time to coax everyone back to sleep, Buck.’
Bucky blushed furiously. ‘How’d you know about that? And she doesn’t do it all the time, just happened like twice.’
‘Still, that’s more than enough.’
Bucky tried to suppress his broad smile. ‘You know she told me to screw Hydra,’ he chuckled.
‘What?’ Steve laughed breathlessly, resting the bar in place and sitting up.
‘No seriously, it was awesome,’ Bucky said. ‘I mean, I appreciate everyone’s patience but I think I needed to hear that.’
‘You’re only proving my point,’ Steve said knowingly.
Bucky made a face and shook his head. ‘We’re friends, Steve, but I don’t think she’d want someone with so much baggage. Relationships are different.’
‘You’re just talking hypothetically,’ Steve argued.
‘Steve, she -’ Bucky scowled. ‘She’s like the sun, y’know? She’s so good at everything I’m terrible at and she’s so smart and she’s gonna graduate from college and have this fancy high-tech job and fucking live this life that I can’t be a part of because I’m still trying to learn what the fuck this century even is!’
Steve surveyed his friend as he voiced all his thoughts that had been accumulating for the past few weeks; maybe longer, maybe since he had come out of cryo in Wakanda. It wasn’t news to Bucky that his experience under Hydra was an unfortunate, horrific chain of events that were never a result of his own doing, and although Bucky was still healing from his past he didn’t quite need to be comforted as much on the issue. It was that Bucky felt like he was falling behind; it was combination of his PTSD and his frustration with his PTSD, and the incredibly rational fear of his captors and the organisation they were part of. Bucky was just scared.
‘I really like her but I like being her friend and I don't ... I don't want to push my luck.’
After three weeks of living in the compound, the butterflies in your stomach were getting increasingly harder to ignore. Around you, Bucky completely eased into this charming, dorky, guy whose smile could reverse climate change and outshine the sun.
The worst part was that there was a completely rational part of you that was content with being Bucky’s friend - not only that, but that part of you knew that it was the best thing for him. The man was only just starting to adjust to life here after seventy years spent as a weapon, two spent alone trying to salvage bits and pieces of himself to construct a new level of normalcy, and then ending up in the middle of a crisis resulting in being sent back into cryo. Bucky didn’t need a love life, he needed a friend (besides mum-friend Steve) and you were more than happy to fill in the blanks.
And then there was the irrational, irritating part of you that wanted nothing more than for Bucky to grab you and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. You wanted everything you had with him now - the times when you taught him basic mechanics, binge-watching Parks and Recreation after everyone had gone to sleep, midnight pizzas, and drag races (him in one of Stark’s flashy cars, you on your first born child-slash-motorcycle) … You just wanted to kiss him while you did all of that.
And of course there was the one most poignant worst moment of your life where you and Bucky were driving together just to get some time away from the bustle of the compound; the sun was setting, highlighting the sky with brilliant fiery oranges and golden hues and the light kissed his skin and made his eyes glow like stars or water when the moonlight hit it just right. There was a comfortable silence in the car, save for the music coming from your phone which you had plugged into the speaker system. You were passing through the older, more crooked part of Brooklyn when Bucky knitted his eyebrows and said -
‘I think I used to live here.’
You turned in the passenger’s seat to face him. ‘Really? How can you tell?’
Bucky turned the car back around, circling around the block. ‘There’s gotta be a street sign somewhere,’ he muttered under his breath. ‘Yeah, look!’
Bucky ended up parking the car on the pavement. You both got out and he lead you down between two decrepit apartment buildings; the fire escapes were rusting, black paint chipped, and the brickwork was starting to crumble. Still, with the way the setting sun was hitting the buildings and casting long shadows from the window panes across the walls, it was picturesque.
Bucky made a point of walking next to you, so close that your arms brushed together. He had his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket.
‘It used to be kinda sketchy,’ he admitted by means of explanation. ‘But Steve and I lived close to each other and there was this lady who lived with her niece next door and they were always real nice to us. Steve and I used to babysit her niece in the summer while she was at work …’
You smiled at him as he spoke endlessly about his days here. It was the first time he had told you memories of his past before Bucharest, before Hydra, before that period of time where his lifeline knotted and frayed and unraveled. You knew that Steve must have been aiding Bucky in regaining his memories and that there was a time where Bucky held no emotion for the things that he remembered while he tried to place himself back in some sort of timeline, but right here you sensed that Bucky knew he had reasons to be happy. It was all you could ever really ask for, all you realised you wanted for him.
Bucky broke off his sentence, looking at you and realising you had been staring at him. ‘And, yeah, that’s - that’s how we …’
You smirked at his blush and looked away.
‘What?’ Bucky ducked his head down, smiling nervously, that animated glint still prevalent in his eyes.
You shook your head lightly unable to stifle your smile. ‘Your Brooklyn accent was getting really strong there.’
Living in the compound also meant picking up on the habits of your housemates, meaning you soon found that your window of solidarity rested between one and five o’clock in the morning. No one slept before eleven; people would start to wake at five; no one slept after nine a.m. (except Wanda who, like you, appreciated the art of sleeping until the sun was high in the sky sometimes. You really liked Wanda); Between eleven at night and one in the morning, Sam, Natasha, and Bucky would be playing video games and binge-eating. You loved the team but you also loved being alone sometimes.
Which was why you were surprised to see Steve in the kitchen at two in the morning. If not asleep, he should have been in the gym.
‘Shouldn’t you be beating the living sand out of a punching bag, Cap?’ you asked as you dug around in the fridge looking for last night’s leftovers. You’d be damned if Sam got to the vegetable lo mein before you did.
‘I wanted to talk to you,’ he replied.
‘How’d you know I’d be awake?’
‘FRIDAY monitors our activity,’ said Steve smiling somewhat tauntingly; his arms were folded over his chest. ‘I figured a genius such as yourself would know that over a hundred year old man.’
You rolled your eyes. ‘What do you want, Steve?’
‘What’s going on between you and Bucky?’
You choked on the mouthful of noodles, eyes streaming as you took several sips of water to calm yourself down.
‘What?’ you coughed.
Steve seemed completely unphased by your shock. He didn’t say anything.
‘Me … Bucky and I - no, there’s nothing,’ you said trying to sound calm.
Steve stayed quiet.
‘I’m serious,’ you emphasised.
Steve blinked.
You scoffed. ‘I think Barnes is a little too old for me, Cap, no thanks. We’re just friends, I’m catching him up on something called the twenty-first century, mother, so - I don’t think so.’
There was another beat of silence where your heartbeat pounded in your ears and blood crept up your neck, a blush colouring your cheeks.
Steve quirked an eyebrow and smiled. ‘He’s the same way.’
You paused. ‘What?’
‘He likes you.’
You shook your head and smiled self-deprecatingly. ‘I know that relationships work a little differently now but you’re reading too much into this, Cap. Bucky and I are friends.’
‘I haven’t seen him like this - ever,’ Steve added. ‘Even when we were in high school, Bucky was never this carefree.’
‘It doesn’t matter, Steve,’ you said firmly. ‘I don’t even like him, I have the emotional range of a grape.’
‘That’s not true.’ The bastard didn’t even acknowledge your grape comment.
‘Steve, I’m not some saving grace that’s gonna get Bucky out of whatever pit he’s in.’
‘That’s the point though, that’s why he likes you,’ Steve implored. ‘Bucky’s been through hell and all he wants is to move on from that. Stark and Natasha thought it best to throw him into missions to get his mind focused but you’re grounding him. I don’t wanna sound dramatic -’
‘You are dramatic, Captain I-Don’t-Need-A-Parachute,’ you grumbled.
‘But you’re basically giving Bucky a reason to be happy here.’
‘Anyone who makes that guy a new arm would,’ you muttered. ‘And that doesn’t mean that he feels anything for me.’
‘You don’t see the way he looks at you,’ Steve argued, ‘and he’s too shy to say anything.’
You stared at him, speechless, with your arms folded, your snack abandoned on the kitchen counter. How does he look at me? The question was on the tip of your tongue but …
‘Bucky’s nice and all, Steve, but I don’t think he’s interested,’ you mumbled. ‘Now,’ you cleared your throat, ‘if you aren’t going to damage Tony’s gym equipment, then I will.’
On your way out, you passed through the dead silent corridor, pausing when you noticed that Bucky’s door was ajar. Approaching cautiously, with a stealth Natasha would be proud of, you peered through the gap.
Bucky was sitting on the edge of his bed hunched forward with his head in his hands breathing raggedly; Natasha was sitting next to him, close but not touching. You could hear her murmuring words you couldn’t understand - she was speaking in Russian. You remembered Natasha once saying that she wanted to give Bucky some positive affiliation with fragments of his past, including the language of Bucky’s days as the Winter Soldier.
Bucky was rubbing his hand harshly over his heart. His eyes were screwed shut.
Natasha must have sensed you were there because she looked up and beckoned you closer; as if pulled by an invisible string, you complied and sat by Bucky’s left side.
‘Barnes, you okay?’ you breathed, brow creasing when he nodded without looking up.
‘Breathe through your nose,’ you said in the same tone. ‘Nice and slow.’ You did the motions with him. ‘In … and out …’
Bucky repeated your instructions and you could tell by the gradual ease in his shoulders that his breathing was starting to regulate.
‘What happened?’ you murmured to Natasha.
She bit her lip. ‘Panic attack,’ she replied almost silently.
Your first reaction, aside from concern, was a total lack of thought. You had no idea what to do or if you should have even interrupted. Natasha clearly seemed to have a handle on things, much better than you could have ever done. Despite your fast friendship with Bucky, talking him through a panic attack was not on your resume.
Apparently, Natasha didn’t think the same.
You took a deep breath and swallowed your nerves. You just needed Bucky to be okay.
You knelt down in front of him, one hand cupping the back of his neck and rubbing it gently with your thumb, and the other squeezing his knee. Keeping one hand on his neck, you brought the other to his chin, prompting him to look at you. His eyes were circled with darkening shadows and were streaming with fatigue. You smiled softly at him, brushing the hair at the nape of his neck soothingly.
‘I-it was -’
‘You’re fine,’ you hushed. ‘Breathe now, tell me later, yeah? We’ve got all the time in the world,’ you smirked gently.
It was like clockwork the way you were with him.
‘C’mon,’ you prompted, handing him a glass of water that Natasha had left next to you ont he floor. ‘Small sips.’
You could feel another set of eyes boring into you and you shifted your eyes past Bucky’s figure and saw Steve watching you with a raised brow and a knowing smirk - past the despondency he felt for his friend - and then retreating to his room.
You ignored him, pushing his words to the back of your mind. You didn’t need his assumptions that Bucky felt anything non-platonic towards you; right now you just wanted Bucky to get his breathing back to normal and get some sleep.
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Dear HunCHCeL BunCHCeLs,
Helllloooooooooo 😬
My creative has kept me crazy busy. Thankfully I am getting myself in order. How completely liberating it feels to just let negative stuff go and focus on progression. It’s brilliant.
I’ve learnt so much from some of the activities I’ve been involved in of late. A few people couldn’t make the auditions so they video recorded their parts. What struck me as amazing is the way they interpreted what I had written. It emphasised the criticality of communicating clearly. I was honestly blown away by the variety of interpretations. I then revisited what I had written as instructions and well ummm 😳 I don’t think I could have made them any clearer. Hmm that is definitely an ongoing challenge to be faced on these adventures.
Now I did see around the traps that you had some communication “challenges” of your own of late. I don’t know whether your system is off the shelf / partially configured or fully customised but either way there will be options that can be implemented. If I put my nerdle noodle 🤓on for a minute, methinx a combination of word usage restriction, coupled with an IP blocker would do the trick for most inka stinka peeps.
I’m sure there are a heap of plugins that are designed to cater for this but nothing stops persistent peeps from rejoining which is why I suggested the addition of the IP block. Then you are only reduced to subjection of peeps that are persistent and attempt to bypass utilising a VPN.
Hmm (My brainstorm contribution. ✨💖✨There are so many ways to address this. I know you know but but I wanna help 😬. So here’s some thoughts. xo).
- New terms & conditions stipulating a no harassment & no bully policy. (If not already there). Breach would mean forfeiting privileges of the site. Including access to purchased online content.
- Block the ability to allow profanity to be posted by disabling the function to submit when profanity is detected OR have the logic triggered post the submit to validate that there is no breach before it gets published. (Actually this one works better because you can then store the record of the breach and then proceed to send a message confirming the offence & then punish the cruddy behaviour).
1st Breach - Popup message warning a breach of the T&C’s. Forced requirement to AGREE to the T&C’s again. Set backend ⛳️ flag as a counter against the IP addy & User name.
2nd Breach - Insta block IP, user name & password 30 days, ⛳️
3rd Breach - total loss of privileges / banned for life. ⛳️
It makes it seamless to the proper behaved participants who can therefore go about their merriment none the wiser. Dats berry nice. 🌷
In terms of VPN’s you can easily look at the most popular ‘free’ sites to see what their IP ranges are & auto flag ⛳️ them as suspicious ~ which requires user identification to proceed on site. (As an idea to explore -maybe).
Anyhoo, I honestly just wanted to think out loud because I always want to be there for you in any way I can. 💋 I’m berry protective of my BunCHCeLs and was sad to see that the experience of what has been built as a long term labour of love has been sabotaged by some silly few. Tis what it is.
I love ✨💖✨you so much. I wanna give you squishy hugs and loads of tissles. 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋
Its going to be a super big day for me tomorrow so I probably won’t get a chance to chitter until later in the day. I’ll be thinking about you all da time and loving you with every beat of my heart.
Sleep well beautiful 🦋
MWHaH 💋
Forever thine ~ Forever mine.
God, I love you so much. xo
Night. Xoxoxo
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