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[roninishere]

I liked that a lot…

Muichiro x Female Reader

Warnings: Muichiro fluff! Poor grammar Summary: how you guys met and your first kiss.

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“Y/N, all is well?” Master Ubuyashiki soothing voice asked you as you assisted him on his feet.

Your soft calm eyes concentrated oh being very careful of not allowing him to slip or fall “Yes master, all is well,” getting him carefully on his feet, you kept a hand in the small of his back and allowed him to rest his weight on your other arm. “Shall we join the others?”

“Yes my child.”

Bringing him to behind the doors, you adjusted his haori before his daughters announced his arrival. When the doors slid to the sides, you walked by his side until his wife Amane got on the other side of her husband. After setting him down carefully, you bowed at the family before taking your position.

Normally Muichiro would have his head in the clouds, trying to remember the name of the cloud again. Hearing the Master thank Y/N, the young boy couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You stood tall, around five foot five, however without your heeled boots, Muichiro bet shorter.

There were multiple layers to your Kimono; it appeared to be made by the same fabric of the demon slayer uniform. The baggy sleeves reached to about your mid bicep before a tighter black material covered down to your wrists with gold cuffs from the forehead to your wrist as well. You had two tight fitting golden belts around a little underneath your breasts and one on your belly button. The kimono had three slits in the front from your waist down, just exposing a bit of your thigh before your thigh boots covered the rest of your skin.

You had a sword on one of your belts and on the sides of your thighs, there were holsters for these long sais you had.

That was just what YOU wore. He couldn’t see your eyes from his distance, but your pretty hair was pulled into two pretty braids buns.

Seeing that their young hashira had been distracted most of the meeting; Tengen and Kyojuro looked at one another before following his gaze as everyone began to leave.

With a grin on his face, he had a brilliant idea. Kyojuro smiled before patting the teenager on his shoulder “Muichiro! You should go say hello! Staring isn’t polite!”

“Then what should I say?”

Tengen suggested “how about you ask her train with you? Or to grab some food?”

His blank expression was fixed on Y/N as he said “Yes I suppose she’d make a good training partner.” He walked towards you and once he was just a few feet in front of you, he finally got a good look at your beautiful eyes.

They widen at his current actions, and you felt yourself freak out in the inside ‘oh my, Muichiro Tokito is right in front me.’

“Mr. Tokito, is there something I can help you with?” You tilted your head to the side playing it cool; despite his emotionless look, you were well aware of his situation, his mint green eyes were definitely a beauty.

There was a pause before he asked “would you like to be training partners? And perhaps get food with me?”

“I’d be honor too,” You attempted to play off but the blush on your face gave it away. “I can meet you at the training grounds in an hour once I’m relieved?”

Nodding, he went to turn before he thought, you didn’t tell me your name did you? “What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

Y/N… what a pretty name for a pretty girl.

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The two of you became friends; you guys trained, grab or even cook food together, and even looked at clouds together. Although Muichiro was very forgetful, you were was so patient with him, re-telling him who you were and how two of you became of friends.

Every time you retold him the stories, you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, your heart beating a hundred times. Unsure what it met, you couldn’t help to asked Master Ubuyashiki wife for advice.

“Oh dear, you’re in love.”

Love? I’m in love?

You fell in love with your best friend. Was that even possible?

“It’s safe to say that I believe he feels the same. You should tell him.” Aname then told the story of her and Master Ubuyashiki, it was adorable.

While you asked, Muichiro went to the Flame and Sound Hashiras unsure if he was getting sick or something. The overwhelming feelings he had when they were together, even when he had forgotten meaningful moments.

It was so frustrating at times.

“You are in love with Y/N!” Kyrojuro announced accidentally with other Hashiras who gave each other “I told you so!”

Tengen nodded in agreement encouraging him “Muichiro, admit who you feel! In a very flashy way!”

“But what is the point if I could forget?”

Wouldn’t that be exhausting?

“You may forget memories, but you never forget those feelings you feel.”

During their training session, Y/N misstepped, causing yourself to trip and fall on top of Muichiro who caught you. Instead of having a hard impact, feeling the softness of his chest on your cheek, you immediately pulled away, of sheer embarrassment. “I-I-I’m s-“ “Y/N, I love you.”

“I-I love you too Muichiro.” You stuttered a bit as your cheeks were on fire. Was this really happening? You looked like a deer in headlights at this situation. Muichiro started caressing your cheek, your skin was so warm yet so soft.

‘When you love someone, you also kiss them!’ He remember what Mitsuri told him when he visited her for help too.

It didn’t help that he wasn’t experienced, but neither were you, you only knew about kissing through books you read. Closing his eyes, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. Though it was a little awkward, it gave you guys butterflies in your stomachs.

You for sure thought that Muichiro could hear your heart beating as if it was going to best out of your damn chest. One of your hand on his chest as the other tangled its fingers into his black and mint green hair. Pulling back, you both were blushing messes.

Is this what happiness feels like?

He combed back thoughtlessly back your loose hairs, clearing them away from your face. He swore that he could get lost in your eyes. The hand that gripped around your waist, he started tapping his fingers out of a nervous tick “um…I liked that a lot.”

“Me too,” immediately responding to him, you realized you both were still on the training grounds, “we can do more of it while we cook?”

Such a bold suggestion, you scowled yourself as you blushed harder.

“I’d like that.” Putting your weapons away, Muichiro grabbed your hand, unlocking your fingers together.

Is this what it means to be alive?

Y/N glanced at your hands, mouth open and eyes widen before giving his hand a little squeeze as you guys were on your way to his estate. Walking out the gates, the two of you teenagers didn’t see the other Hashiras who were on their way to the training grounds when they turned out of facility.

“Oh my god! Is that Muichiro and Y/N?!” Mitsuri cried out in awe and happiness seeing the two of you young lovers, “Obanai! Aren’t they so cute?!”

All the Hashiras had the same thought.

Wow. Muichiro Tokito was growing up.

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Alright! I’ve had this one in my drafts for a while now so when y’all were voting for this one, I was too impatient to wait for the voting session to run out haha! I hope y’all enjoyed! 🩵

#muichiro tokito #demon slayer x reader #muichiro x you #kny muichiro #muichiro fluff #muichiro x reader

[ishgardmuffin]

Thancred Thursday/Gpose too probably Hiatus

Hey so. The current plogon/posing tool climate is kind of uncertain. For those unaware - The main Anamnesis devs have walked away from the project without a word, which means the tool, whilst the rest of the devs have assured us that they will find a way to continue, can no longer receive mainline updates and fixes at this moment in time. It could take time to figure out whats going on, if they intend to come back or if a fork needs to be made. With 6.5 and possibly week or so of plogonpocalypse fastly approaching, we just don't know when the answers will come and neither do they I would think. With this said, until something more certain is announced, Thancred thursday will be taking a break, at least on this blog starting next week. I will try to put something together for tomorrow, something simple, but for now I am burnt out on trying to gpose. I gpose to release creative steam and to relax, and with all the plogon updates and breakages lately, it has been causing me nothing but anxiety, so I need to step away. And I want to make it clear I'm not pissy with the devs, theres only so much perseverance one person give, and people have stepped over the line again and again with them and I guess they finally decided enough is enough. I know this feeling well, and I don't blame them. I will try to figure out how to work ktisis at some point after plogons return in 6.5 and when I have a little more mental energy. Up until now I've only lightly dabbled with it and I'm sure with time I can figure it out, I essentially taught myself anam and it feels more complicated than Ktisis so, we will see. In any case, that's all I can really muster to say right now. I've had an exhausting day with personal life stuff, I am very tired. Please take care of yourselves and remember to be kind to each other. Bye bye for now. 💗

#ishmuffin thoughts #and be nice to people that work hard for you for free please #those devs deserve rest and peace too

[wushigod]

The tragic death of Nollywood actor John Paul Odonwodo, popularly known as Junior Pope, continues to be a topic of mourning and investigation following a boat mishap that claimed his life and the lives of three others. The incident occurred during the filming of a movie titled “The Other Side of Life” in Anambra State. According to Nigeria’s National Inland Waterways Authority (NIWA), the boat mishap involved 12 individuals, with seven being rescued successfully, two found deceased, and three still missing. The incident took place as the victims were returning from Anam to Onitsha and Nsugbe after shooting the movie. AGN’s Response and ‘No Shoot Day’: The Actors Guild of Nigeria (AGN) declared Thursday as a ‘No Shoot Day’ in honor of Junior Pope and the other crew members who lost their lives in the accident. Emeka Rollas, the National President of AGN, made this announcement following the tragic event. Adanma Luke’s Involvement and Police Statement: Adanma Luke, the producer of the movie where the incident occurred, voluntarily submitted herself to the police for questioning. The boat operators were also arrested in connection with the deaths. The police spokesperson emphasized that all cast and crew members would be invited for questioning to ensure transparency in investigating the unfortunate incident. Actor TC Okafor’s Statement: Actor TC Okafor, who survived the boat mishap, has faced blame for paying homage to a river goddess before boarding the ill-fated boat. His actions have sparked controversy and raised questions about superstitions surrounding water travel in Nigerian film productions.

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[prwizard]

All India Memon Jamat Federation Summit in Basmat: Social Upliftment Scheme and Disaster Management Wing Unveiled

 Basmat All India Federation team members announced various social upliftment schemes for the region on March 4, 2024 at a special function of Basmat Memon Jamaat Trust. All India Memon Jamaat Federation President Iqbal Memon Officer presided over the program.

During his address, Iqbal Memon Officer All India Memon Jamaat Federation also functions as the apex body of 500 trusts across the country, emphasizing the important role dedicated to social work. It highlighted the wide range of activities provided by these trusts including mass marriages, women empowerment activities, medical assistance, housing assistance, community center construction, widow assistance and business assistance. Iqbal Memon Officer appreciated the ongoing efforts in Marathwada Division and acknowledged the significant contribution towards social progress.

In a significant development, the program established a disaster management wing under the Basmat Memon Jamaat Trust. Junaid Tandi was appointed as the convenor, while Alfian Tandi was appointed as the Basmat Youth Convenor. Besides, Aziz Pirani and Firoj Pochi were nominated as President and Secretary respectively of Basmat Memon Jamaat Trust. Mr. Shakir Batliwala (President of Upliftment Wing), emphasized the importance of collective action and youth participation in promoting positive change.

In this summit Shri Aziz Machhiwala (Honorary General Secretary), Shri Yusuf Malkani (Joint Secretary), Shri. Imran Fruitwala (President of Youth Wing), Shri Ghulam Mithu (Vice President), Shri. A. Razzak Varshani (Chairman Disaster Management Wing), and Shri. Mohammed. Ilyas Dangra (Vice Chairman Management Wing), Ibrahim Makrani, (Coordinator Disaster Management Wing), and Shri. Md. Nisar Vindhani (Zonal Secretary, Latur).

The program also featured insightful speeches by Misbah Pirani and Anam Bandukia, focusing on the active participation of the Memon community in nation-building efforts in various sectors.

The summit served as a platform to highlight the All India Memon Jamat Federation's commitment to social welfare and community development.

#Memon Jamat Federation Summit

[veritasislehq]

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Labor and Rhythm of Beyoğlu, From Suat Derviş to Now

Anıl Aşkın, ANAMED PhD Fellow (2022–2023)

Fig. 1 . 25 September 2022, Yüksek Kaldırım Street (by author).

On 24 September 2022, I was to reside in İstanbul once again, after almost six years. I was very excited to live in Beyoğlu. I promised myself to take a morning walk regularly, before İstiklal Street becomes busy with pedestrian traffic. I could walk to Gezi Park and back to Tünel and perhaps have my morning coffee in a different small coffeeshop each time. At my own pace, paying attention to the carvings on the old buildings, taking small breaks to look at the sky, those morning walks could be the time for me catch up with İstanbul and myself.

One morning I am walking down Yüksek Kaldırım Street to go to Karaköy. I am about to merge with Bankalar Street. There, I saw on my right two identical purple banners. They announce that the “I am the author Suat Derviş” exhibition will remain open until 30 September 2022 in the Avrupa Arcade in Beyoğlu. Born into a wealthy family in late Ottoman İstanbul, Suat Derviş (1903–1972) was a journalist, novelist, feminist, and communist. Fatmagül Berktay describes Derviş as a critical and perseverant outsider both to “ruling bourgeoisie” and “formulaic left” circles of her time, “a rebel refusing to be a victim.” The more I look at these identical banners, the more Derviş becomes alive. It feels like she is slightly bending her head. I have six days to see the exhibition. I should not forget it.

The same but larger Suat Derviş banner welcomes us in the Avrupa Arcade. With a dear friend, we find the modest exhibition hall on the second floor. My friend is surprised that Derviş had done so much politically in her life, yet so little is known about her. I couldn’t agree more. I purchase Derviş’s interviews, entitled Çöken İstanbul (Collapsing İstanbul), and one of her many novels, Fosforlu Cevriye. I enjoy and finish reading them in a week. Given her attention to poverty in İstanbul in the 1930s, some of her interviews remind me of Friedrich Engels’s The Condition of the Working Class in England (1845). Perhaps it is the power of ethnography that I find common in both, almost a century apart. Pınar Öğünç describes Suat Derviş as “a recording device with a heart and a brain.”[1] I agree. Derviş conveys the hardships, feelings, or persona of her everyday interviewees in a non-condescending way, creating a sense that the reader strolls in İstanbul’s backstreets with her. Derviş’s work doesn’t feel old, because similar class realities and experiences prevail today.

Fig. 2. Avrupa Pasajı, 27 September 2022 (by author).

Let me give some examples from “What Could Be Seen on Beyoğlu Street in a Cold Winter Night?”—an account of her trips to İstiklal between 6 February 1937 and 6 March 1937. Walking on the street with her husband, Derviş is surprised when a woman violet seller appears from nowhere and approaches them to sell some flowers. They don’t buy any.[2] In 2023’s Taksim, there are young school age boys who approach couples on the street to sell red roses day and night. They extend the rose without saying much. It seems that they have mastered all of İstiklal’s backstreets and are very alert to municipal police. If you ask an address from these young boys, their directions would more or less like this: “Take the first left and take the fifth right.” They learn to count the streets as they learn to take cash and give change—the calculus of the streets.

            In February–March 1937, Suat Derviş encounters several Nazis in a restaurant cooking German dishes in Beyoğlu. With the military uniforms they wear in public and greeting each other by praising Hitler, Derviş gets angry at them since they act as if “they live in a colony.” A gramophone in the restaurant plays their national anthem, and soon after, Derviş leaves the restaurant.[3] After this uncomfortable lunch, Derviş wants to have a cup of coffee in one of the “hundreds of Viennese cafes in Beyoğlu.” She sees newspapers in German, Hungarian, Polish, and Czech and overhears conversations about politics or people reading the news while sipping their coffees.[4] She can’t really tell why these people ended up in İstanbul and whether they are political refugees or migrants.[5] A night in Beyoğlu ends when she sees a drunk woman singing a popular song in Germany in the mid-1930s, “Im Berlin an der Ecke von der Kaiserallee.”[6] I cannot help but think whether a version of the “Occupied City” exhibition by the İstanbul Research Institute could be done for İstanbul in the 1930s.

Deep into the night in a restaurant-club with live music, Suat Derviş hears different people competing to make the band to play Yanık Ömer, a song narrating the sorrows and joys of a male peasant returning from the First World War, or Harmandalı, a track to perform the zeybek folkdance. I am not sure if I heard these on İstiklal, but I was surely exposed to 1990s Turkish pop, either played live or on playback a lot. Perhaps entertainment patterns have changed over the decades, but the order of songs in the playlists remains almost the same every night. Everything reminds me that it is work for someone and commodified leisure for others. Of course, I also listened to the children trying to play Bella Ciao on their melodica for hours to collect a bit of cash. They only played the first five notes right. It could not really go further in the duration of the nine months that I have had in Beyoğlu. The streets are fast-paced and not very suitable to learn some things. Engaging with Derviş’s work on workplace injuries of women in the 1930s, Aslı Odman describes the bodies at work as “accelerating bodies.” İstiklal, as a sphere of circulation and of entertainment, makes me think about speed and acceleration while I witness children playing their melodicas, as well as many other modes of existing, like the feminization of municipal sanitation work and of minimum wage jobs.

Fig. 3. Cover of Suat Derviş’s book İstanbul’un Bir Gecesi (by author).

Inspired and encouraged by Suat Derviş, I have become more attentive to my surroundings and life in Beyoğlu. I could not take morning walks as regularly as I wanted, partly because İstiklal in the mornings is full of white trucks of almost identical size racing each other to deliver commodities to their stores of destination. Packs of frozen potatoes to be deep fried leave the refrigerated trucks. These packs are smaller than the sacks of potatoes that one would normally think of or bigger than the packs that one could find in grocery stores. Yes, the size of these industrial packs must be adjusted according to the industrial fryers. I continue walking. In front of almost every famous retailer, I see trucks stacked with all kinds of attire in very thin and unvacuumed bags. Do those stores really sell that much, to replenish their stocks every week or twice a week? I can’t really tell. Maybe they do, considering consumerism, credit cards, and installments.

I decide to warn the driver of another truck one morning who drove too close to me and stopped in front of a candy store, killing the engine before coming to a full stop. I see three young males—the driver is older than the other two. Two in the passenger seats run to the back of the truck and unload the supplies. The driver half opens the door, holds it with his left elbow, stretches his right arm to reach to a list by the front window, takes the list and places it on his lap, crosses off something, and then immediately takes the cigarette from behind his ear and lights it. The list is probably of places to make deliveries to on the same day. They speak Arabic, so I want to communicate with them, but I am not confident with my colloquial skills, as I was trained more in fusha. I am terrified to sound formal and, even worse, not to make sense. In no time, I start thinking about the wars and displacement. Do these three men have proper health insurance? How much do they make? They are in a rush that they do not seem to enjoy or own; it must be an undesired pace of work. I am in Tünel.

I am heading to Karaköy again. “Tourism is the new plantation.” This sentence stuck in my mind after someone in the classroom said it in the Caribbean history course that I took very early in my doctoral studies. I think about tourism as a new cash crop. İstiklal’s early morning rush becomes more understandable: İstiklal as an open-air tourism factory or plantation. My mind loves analogies and aphorisms. They have fueled my working-class soul: İstiklal’s mornings as a late moment in the sphere of circulation, İstiklal’s afternoons as a shopping mall to realize value. Let’s not get charmed by the world of commodities, and don’t forget “the hidden abode of capital” in “the abode of felicity.” Yet, this time there is more. I overhear over days and weeks that many residential buildings in and around Karaköy have been purchased by investors to be repurposed as hotels. I notice it has already happened in the back streets of İstiklal. The cruise ships anchoring at the Galata Port seem to confirm all this. I wonder whether some horn blasts I tended to associate with the city ferries belonged to the cruise ships. Capital, labor, and rent—one must think about them all at once.

Fig. 4. Topkapı Palace from Cihangir (by author).

With the constant police radios that I hear every day on the İstiklal Street, perhaps louder when the street is closed to public gatherings, I think about Fosforlu Cevriye. To be able to meet with her dissident lover who tries to live a low-profile life, Cevriye runs away from the police or often tries to act without drawing much attention. Nergis Ertürk points out that Derviş does not just simply merge detective books and love novels in her writing. Rather she investigates “the possibilities and promises of left literature under the state of exception” and “demystifies the technique of writing” by weaponizing or instrumentalizing “the realist novel and realist representation.” As I walk through the streets of Beyoğlu, I am thinking about Suat Derviş, literature-history-politics, Derviş’s İstiklal, and now, how much capitalism has changed over the decades or has remained the same.

Anıl Aşkın

1 May 2023, Monday

İstiklal, Beyoğlu

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[1] Pınar Öğünç, “Kalpli, Beyinli Bir Kayıt Cihazı,” in Çöken İstanbul Röportajlar (İstanbul: İthaki, 2021), 333–42.

[2] Suat Derviş, Çöken İstanbul Röportajlar (İstanbul: İthaki, 2021), 311.

[3] Suat Derviş, Çöken İstanbul Röportajlar, 319.

[4] Suat Derviş, Çöken İstanbul Röportajlar, 320.

[5] Suat Derviş, Çöken İstanbul Röportajlar, 321.

[6] Suat Derviş, Çöken İstanbul Röportajlar, 332.

[bollywood143114]

Who is MC Stan's girlfriend Booba? The marriage announcement was made by Bigg Boss itself.

Who is MC Stan Girlfriend Buba? The 16th season of Bigg Boss ended on February 12th, giving the show its 16th winner. The trophy for season 16 of Bigg Boss (Bigg Boss 16 winner) was won by famous rapper MC Stand, thus making the show's runner-up Shiv Thakare. Speaking of MC Stand's personal life, MC Stand showed various colors of life at BB House. Sometimes he was seen talking to people about his rights, and sometimes he was shown winning people's hearts with genuine friendship. However, on this journey of Big Boss, the MC stand was named after a girl the most, openly stating that Bubba is his soon-to-be-married girlfriend. Who is Bubba? (Who is Buba aka Anam Shaikh) Throughout his entire Bigg Boss journey, the most talked about girl on the MC stand was a girl named Booba. Not only that, even during Family Week, when MC Stand's mother came home, he mentioned Bubba, and MC Stand asked how he was doing. During this process, the MC also revealed that he was going to marry Bubba soon while talking to her mother. What is MC's girlfriend Bubba's real name? Booba is the famous girlfriend of MC Stand whose real name is Anam Sheikh. MC Stand is 25 years old and his girlfriends Bubba and Anam are 24 years old and they were born in 1998 in Mumbai. An MC stand was completely smashed once during a show. During that time, he has talked about leaving the Bigg Boss show several times. Meanwhile, when Salman Khan came to the side of Kabar on the weekend, he explained the stand and talked a lot about his image. During this, Salman asked the MC stand to remain part of the show. After hearing what Salman said, the MC understood the stand and he should remain part of the show. Booba's t-shirt when the MC came to the stand In a situation where the MC stand lost courage in the broadcast, the production team sent some new techniques to his girlfriend Bubba to maintain the courage of the MC stand, and after confirming which MC stand returned to the game, he started on his journey. It looked quite different and in a cool style. How did MC Stand and Bubba's love story begin? MC Stand also revealed his and Booba's love story on their Bigg Boss journey. During this he said he left his first girlfriend when he first met Buba. The stand said I was dating a girl before Bua. I liked her too, but I had no such feelings for her. By the way, when he met Mehbooba, she arranged beforehand and said that she likes Anam Sheikh. She cried a lot over this and later we broke up. Today, she is very happy with her love life with Booba. R Madhavan’s son Vedant once again brought laurels to his country at the ‘Khelo India Youth Games’ winning 5 gold medals and 2 silver medals. DISCLAIMER We’ve taken all measures to insure that the information handed in this composition and on our social media platform is believable, vindicated and sourced from other Big media Houses. For any feedback or complaint, reach out to us at [email protected] Read the full article

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man using anam to see the valentione dress on my catboy several months ago & then seeing it get announced today as a genderlocked set sure is. something

#like .. what happened lol #idk some people are saying you just get 1 free set according to your gender from the quest but then the other is buyable from an event npc #but then Other people are pointing out how this could just be a way to get more money from the online store #when they eventually release it there w/o the genderlock :/ #idk. feels weird to have a bunch of valentione stuff have genderlocks removed in 6.3; literally a couple weeks ago; & then This #& people are saying ''oh maybe it was made before they started removing the locks'' #but theyve been removing the locks since 6.0? it doesnt add up

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Australian National Academy of Music announces its 2023 program

Australian National Academy of Music announces its 2023 program

The Australian National Academy of Music (ANAM) has announced its 2023 program with Artistic Director Paavali Jumppanen advising audiences that they should “expect to experience works that both elevate and question our fragile existence”. Paavali Jumppanen. Photo © Pia Johnson A series of over 180 concerts, masterclasses and other events will feature a broad range of music from the medieval…

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Ananas Anam, the producer of vegan pineapple leather alternative Piñatex, has announced a new collaboration with US footwear brand Saucony. The partnership sees the launch of Saucony’s classic Jazz Court RFG made with Piñatex and available now.

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[anamneseverge]

The Canticle finds in itself no vengeance. As it crumbles for the last time, as the embers burning for fuel in its core die, as its song ends, what feels like the entire Verge awaits the first notes of a new song in Velcaruin's vent. It’s been a week of symphonic war; dozens of reincarnations have sought to bring Echuil’s magic low. It feels as though this challenge shall be never-ending, and why should this defeat be final? This is Echuil, where everyone from the youngest child to the oldest recluse knows and reveres the legend of the phoenix, and the Canticle spits in the face of their ideal and twists its visage. Instead of feathers, scoria; instead of ashes, lightning. Undying, but instead of a beacon of reinvigoration it is simply a menace and a blight that refuses to succumb to death’s grasping hands.

But instead of playing familiar opening chords, Velcaruin falls silent.

At the same time the Canticle falls, the gold pouring from the volcano’s mouth flickers— and in a rush of power that has enough force behind it for all present to feel a rush of wind pushing them backwards, gold instead bursts forth from the Canticle's crumbling corpse. It is, apparently, a rush of stolen magic finally released. And where it touches the Isle of Arinel, it carries with it another transformation like the first. Gold sparks fly across the charred shell of the city that once thrived on the isle, and ruins remember what it once was to stand tall. Silver embers dance over water, and an island begins to bloom. Deep beneath the roots of the newly restored Argilion, a fire is lit.

It is the duty of the Guildmaster to know their region, and that is why Alafirie Uwath, the Tempered General, the Phoenix of Echuil, will hear of no one else taking charge of the investigation to be certain that the restored areas are safe. They make their way to Antul's Repose, and when they see the mural waiting for them they stop to stare at it for just a moment too long to be casual.

"Sir?"

They wave off the concerns of the guards accompanying them, and instead of responding they turn on their heel and lift the lid to the tomb with no explanation. Cries rise from the others, astonished and appalled in equal measure, but in the next moment they all fall silent. Of course; Echuil hasn’t buried its dead for as long as history remembers.

Inside there is not a person's remains, but a narrow staircase leading downwards into darkness.

"I'm going alone," the guildmaster announces before anyone can suggest otherwise. "If I don't make contact in one hour, close it and call the guards at Velcaruin."

They wait for no response before they descend.

The Phoenix has no need for a light; fire hovers at their shoulders with every step, dancing to an unheard song. As they walk through the tunnel, they run their hands over gouges in the walls that look to have been made with truly enormous claws. ‘Just like Lucy's handiwork,’ they can't help but think, if they weren't so small compared to him. Despite the fact that they had no idea this was here for 400 years— was this here for 400 years?— they can't help but feel as though there is no real danger, if the tunnels were made by claws like that.

It comes to an end eventually. The guildmaster arrives at a great, looming door with two other passageways branching from it, but they don't pause to search those just yet. Instead, they try the door.

It opens before they need to exert any force, and the onyx bell that chimes to greet them cannot hope to distract from what they find inside. Furniture made of crystal. Adjacent rooms that might have held beds once, old enough that their contents turned to dust. A charming alarm system. Not to mention, the map even a fool would recognize at the center of the main room, pieces still on the board.

There's no mistaking what this place used to be, and it sends them climbing to the hatch in the ceiling without more than a cursory glance around. How the hell did they not know about something like this? A frustrated sigh escapes them as they climb, and dark smoke escapes their mouth to punctuate the exhale. When their hand reaches the hatch, a weight stops them from opening it— but not for long. With a frown at it as though it's being stubborn on purpose, the general strains for just a moment and the immense weight above their head shifts impossibly. They waste no time climbing out beneath the sun.

Only, there's no sun to greet them.

They exit the hidden bunker they've just found only to stare up not at their familiar red trees but at an enormous wall of ice towering over them. They don't need the clue of the dry cold air surrounding them to know where they are with a certainty that rivals the sun rising in the east every morning. When they dig their CARA from their pocket without taking their eyes off it, the guards they left in the tomb aren't the ones they call first.

"Lucy," they greet him, cutting off his own attempt to answer his phone. "I'm in the shadow of your glacier." They know he understands the magnitude of such a statement without them needing to elaborate; they’re outside of Echuil, and they aren’t in their shared cabin, and they’re not turning to ash and returning to climb from Velcaruin’s maw. They’re outside of Echuil, and they’re healthy enough to see this. So they don't pause for the sticky swell of emotion in their chest, barrelling through it to more important business first.

"There's something here you need to see."

And finally, the eruption goes dark.

Good evening, Envoys!

Thank you for joining us for Anamnese Verge's fourth full event. Fallacious Overture has been a long time coming, and we’ve been delighted to see sparks fly for the past couple of weeks. Remember that you can get bonus experience for the limited time quests and activities so long as they’re turned in before the end of August’s Activity Check. After that, they'll just be worth a reduced amount of experience. For example, a quest marked with ★★☆ difficulty will be worth 20 EXP after August’s Activity Check, but you can still obtain all of the other rewards.

Like the last event, the ending of this event brings about a few substantial changes to the Verge. We have highlighted them below, and these changes to the Verge can be found reflected on our documents.

✵ settled changes.

Mount Velcaruin has stopped erupting and lies dormant once more.

The Isle of Arinel has been transformed; the rush of magic expelled at the final defeat of the Vengeful Canticle has acted in much the same way as the initial release of magic from Velcaruin, spreading across the entire island to make it almost completely unrecognizable; at its center, Argilion once again stands tall.

Along with this transformation, a new location has been uncovered— a tunnel between Echuil and Glisshallow, connected to the Forgotten Sanctuary.

The resurrection location for Echuish Envoys has changed; they will now find themselves rising in Cilmeleth Mirror instead of the Refectory.

Thank you all so much for being here with us. This event is something of a reflection of our first mini event, and it’s still hard to believe we’ve been here for more than a year. As always, we’ll continue to bring our best to the table for more content yet to come… but for now, take a breather. You’ve certainly earned it. See you next time!

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Anam Cara

Part 4 - Yearning

08/14/2021

Pairing: Andy Barber x Cara (ofc)

Word Count: 4,393

Warnings: angst, hot shower sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, talk of divorce, fluff and cuddles

Summary: After four months of complete radio silence, Cara finds Andy on her porch one October evening.

A/N: Last year, I stopped writing Anam Cara in the middle of this chapter. Bonus points go out to those of you who can guess correctly where I picked up writing again. 🤣

Also, although it feels like the conclusion already, this chapter is not the end. There is another one waiting to be posted next week.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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On the last warm day of the year, a Thursday in mid-October, Cara like so often found herself out on a walk after dinner. The days had become much shorter and it was almost dark although she was still a 10 minute walk away from home. On top of the falling darkness, she could hear a faint rumbling in the distance that announced the nearing of a thunderstorm. She increased her tempo until she found herself almost running, but it was already too late. The much longed-for shelter still two blocks away, she could feel the first raindrops on her face and within seconds, hell broke loose. When she could finally make out her house through the veil of falling raindrops, she was soaked to the bone.

With a huff she reached her porch, shaking the drops from her hands and squeezing the water out of her hair, when a sudden movement in the faint light caught her eye. Drawing back a few steps instinctively, she narrowed her eyes in an attempt to find out who had just risen out of her rocking chair. The figure held up their hands as if to show her that they were unarmed, a gesture she knew only too well.

“Andy?”

Panicked she looked up and down the street before she sprinted over to the door, hurriedly unlocking it and ushering him in.

“Are you out of your mind? Someone might have seen you.”

“I doubt that. I parked a good distance away from here, around the block.”

When the first panic started to fade she looked him up and down.

“Oh, well. And I guess the cap served as your ultimate disguise, Miss Undercover?”

He grabbed the headgear as if he had forgotten it was there and tossed it onto the dresser next to him with an apologetic smile on his face.

“I’m just saying, it might not be the best disguise if I can see right through it.”

“But then you are you,” he simply stated, as if that would explain everything.

Cara fell silent, giving him time to reveal why he had suddenly decided to pop up on her porch out of nowhere after four months of dead silence between them. She shivered as a drop of water ran down her spine and she finally remembered that she was completely drenched.

Sighing she looked at the man in front of her, that sheepish grin still plastered across his face.

“Look, why don’t you just sit down in the living room for a few minutes, make yourself comfortable, while I hop under the shower quickly before I catch a cold?”

“Yeah, sure. Through here?” He pointed towards the door behind his right shoulder and Cara nodded.

“I’ll be right back.” And without waiting until he had made his way into the cozy room, she hurried up the stairs, eager to get rid of her clothes.

Only a few minutes later the streaks of hot water warmed her ice-cold skin. Yet, the soothing effect the water used to have on her just wouldn’t set in. Not tonight. Not with him sitting downstairs in her living room. As if it had only been yesterday the feeling of desperation filled her again, the feeling of losing the only thing that had made sense in a very long time, bringing back the memories of their last hours together.

Andy held her in his arms, the moonlight covering their naked bodies, his lips gently pressed to her temple.

“I know I should feel terrible for what we’ve just done, but I don’t and I never will.” He paused for a second. “God, that sounded heartless.”

“No, I-I think I understand.”

“It’s not that I don’t love Laurie anymore, I do, but it’s not the kind of romantic love a man should feel for his wife. It’s grown more into a platonic love over the years, like the one you feel for your brother or sister or your best friend. And of course I hate myself for the betrayal, and yet it just feels so utterly right, like everything makes sense for the first time in a very long time.”

She smiled up at him and he smiled back, a sad smile that made her insides clench in fear of what was to come.

“And that just makes it that much harder to say what I need to say now, love.”

Cara sat up, unable to be so close to him while his words would rip her apart.

“I really wish things were different. I wouldn’t hesitate one moment to tell Laurie the truth and be with you, but I can’t, not with everything that is happening right now. Things are already too complicated as they are and I can’t risk anything, for Jacob. He needs me now, as a father and a lawyer. And he needs his family, the little bit that’s left of it. It will give him at least some sense of stability.”

The overwhelming urge to avert her gaze took over and she felt like she had to concentrate very hard to keep the contents of her stomach where they belonged. She hated every word that had just fallen from his lips - damn those plush, pink lips - although she had known all along that they couldn’t be a thing and what was even worse: she understood.

“Cara?” His hand found her shoulder, pulling her back into him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Desperate to avoid his pained expression, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against his chest.

“I meant it.” He pulled away, his hands cupping her face tightly to make her look at him. “When I said I love you. I meant every word of that.”

A single tear escaped her eye, but despite all the turmoil inside of her, her voice was clear and steady. “I know. I meant it too. And that will never change, no matter what.”

It had just started to dawn when Andy had walked her to the door so she could catch the first train at 4.45. He had kissed her, one last time, an all-consuming, desperate kiss that had left them both breathless and she had kept a brave face for him. It wasn’t until she had rounded the corner that she had felt her heart tear into a million pieces and the tears just wouldn’t stay inside anymore.

Since that morning they hadn’t spoken, no texts, nothing. On the Monday after, she had called in sick. She had made up some lame excuse, feigning some sort of stomach flu that would make it impossible to teach Jacob in person for at least two weeks. Two weeks was all she needed before the summer holidays started and the tutoring would end anyways. So she had send him the tasks via mail and she had face-timed him a few times. And that had been the end of that.

She knew she had chickened out and she still felt bad for Jacob and Laurie, but she just couldn’t bring herself to see Andy every second day without losing her composed facade. After the holidays, Jacob’s school had finally started to pay for his tutoring and sent someone ‘more qualified’, so she was off the hook for good.

In the meantime she had forbidden herself from reading or watching anything about the Barbers in the media, but when the trial had begun two days ago, she couldn’t stay away from the news coverage any longer. It had become a bit quiet in the last weeks, but as soon as the trial had started, people had gone crazy. It was everywhere and Cara doubted that she would have even had the chance to escape this circus if she had tried.

There had been a split second when the idea popped into her head that she probably should go down to the courthouse herself and support the family, but she just couldn’t. It would have been like drinking a sip of Tequila after a successful four month abstinence. And so she had watched the live stream from the courtroom in the safety of her own walls, where she could simply look away when seeing his face became too much to bear. God, he had looked like shit, although he had tried his best to look strong and unfazed, but she could see right through him, his eyes dull, their usual shining blue dimmed to a blueish grey. It pained her to see him like that, especially since there was nothing she could do to take a bit of the weight off his shoulders.

So far nothing too disastrous had happened in court. After choosing the jury, they had only heard two witnesses yet and they had said nothing that connected Jacob to the crime in any way. So as much as she could tell, it had looked quite good after this morning’s session. Which left her with the question why he was here, looking like a beaten puppy.

God, she had wanted to hug him there and then, when she had recognised him in the dim light of her porch. But she couldn’t. She had missed him so much, every single day, up to the point where his absence had caused her physical pain. There had been days when she almost couldn’t hold herself back from calling him, not even intending to talk to him, but simply to hear his voice on the other end of the line. Sometimes, but only on particularly painful days, she allowed herself to find solace in the memory of their night together, though it never really helped for long.

And then there were the days when she thought she had gone insane. Some days she thought she could still hear his voice, whispering her name in the dark, on other days she could even feel him, his hands on her skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

She could also feel them now, running over her naked stomach, his arms pulling her back flush against his chest to hold her in a tight embrace.

“I missed you so much, love.” His voice was so close to her ear, dark and heavy with regret.

A soft moan escaped her lips. Instinctively she wanted to place her arms above his and fully expecting to feel nothing but her own skin as always, her eyes shot open when she could actually feel his strong forearms underneath her own. Still not believing her own eyes when she looked down, she spun around to face him. And there he was. He really was.

For a few seconds she could do nothing else but stare at him. Slowly her hand found its way up to his face, touching him gently as if she was afraid he might vanish the moment her fingertips reached his cheek. He looked so distraught in all his perfection. The water made his hair stick to his forehead, making him look so soft and yet there was this glint in his eyes that made her tingle with excitement.

Incapable of coming up with a clear thought, her body simply took over from her brain and a second later she found herself pressing him against the cold tile wall, her mouth crashing into his in a hungry kiss. He grunted in surprise but gave in to her instantly, his lips answering hers with the same urgency and she could taste all his withheld yearning for her on his tongue.

While her hands feverishly roamed his body, she could feel him getting hard against her stomach. Reckless and needy, her hand shot down to grab his length. She basked in the feeling of having him at her mercy as he groaned and grunted under the firm grip of her fingers. Moving up and down, twisting slightly in the process, her thumb sliding over his tip every now and then, Cara could finally feel him snap.

Andy used his lips to distract her with a fervent kiss before he grabbed her and turned them both around, her back pressing into the wall now. It arched violently, partly to escape the cold of the tiles, partly to press her chest further into him as he set out to devour her breasts with his mouth. Lips, tongue and teeth began to attack her, working together in perfect harmony with a surety that took her breath away.

Cara was already a mewling mess when he suddenly got down on his knees, dragging her thigh over his shoulder to grant him better access to her core. Looking up at her with a last longing stare, his head dove in between her legs to ravish her, forcing her to open up, lapping at her folds as if he would never get the chance again.

He moaned in pure pleasure, sending a vibration through her core that left her on the edge almost instantly. It only took him a few more licks, flicking her clit with his tongue at the end, before she fell apart on his mouth. And when she realised she didn’t have to hold back this time, she cried out as her high burned her alive, wave after wave of her orgasm rolling over her.

Andy gave her absolutely no time to recover. In one fluent motion he got to his feet and pulled her to him, lined himself up with her entrance and drove into her. Burying himself to the hilt in one swift thrust, he drew another ecstatic cry from her lungs. Greedily his head dove down to nuzzle her neck, anxious to leave the traces of his desire all over her pulse point.

With a relentless pace he took her, making her his once again, intent on giving her an idea of how much he had missed her too, while Cara held him close. He quickened his pace, rocking into her deeper and harder than before and from his heavy panting and groaning she could tell that he was close. Her heart raced feverishly as he pounded into her, the heat of the water only adding to the fire Andy set alight deep inside of her.

Still giving her everything he had, he shoved his tongue into her mouth, kissing her sloppily. Overcome by the sudden desire to feel him even closer, even deeper, she tried to spread her legs further apart for him to grant him more access, when with a loud growl he let go, spilling his warm seed inside of her, coating her velvety walls.

“Andy?”

He hummed in response, soft lips pressing to her temple, while his hand slowly travelled up and down her arm.

“Can I ask you something?”

From the way her fingers played with his, he could tell that she was nervous. She shouldn’t be, not with him. Tenderly, he squeezed her shoulder, pulling her closer into his chest, before he whispered with the softest voice he could muster, “Anything, love. I don’t want any secrets between us, ever.”

Cara sighed, a sigh so heavy it made Andy’s heart sink a little.

“What is it, love? Just tell me. Please.”

Sighing again, she clutched his hand to her heart. Cara wasn’t sure herself whether this gesture was supposed to stop her heart from jumping out of her chest or to make sure that he wouldn’t jump up and run.

“It’s not the question I fear. It’s just a simple question really, but I’m afraid of the way you’re going to answer it.”

“Will not asking it make it any better?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then just ask. Rip it off like a band aid.”

The faintest hint of a smile curled her lips and made her finally muster the courage to ask.

“Why are you here, Andy?”

She had gone over the possible answers to that question in her head already, but never had she expected the words that fell from his lips. “Because I need you, Cara.”

They were all she ever wanted to hear from him, a confession that he had been wrong in cutting her from his life and yet his answer didn’t satisfy her. Slowly she sat up, looking down at him with suspicious eyes.

“You didn’t need me in the past four months, so why now?”

He was quick to sit up as well, and when he desperately clutched her hands in his, she couldn’t help but notice how the tables had turned in only a few seconds.

“Of course I needed you. And I missed you, every day. You have no idea how often I thought about calling you or even coming here, just to hear your voice or take a look at your face.”

“But you didn’t, because of the trial, I understand. What I don’t understand is what has changed since we last talked.” “Everything.” He brought her hands up to his face and pressed them against his cheek. “Everything has changed.” And then he broke under the weight of the confession that was about to follow, a single tear flowing down his cheek as he remembered how one afternoon had been enough to change his life for good.

“Okay, just say it.”

Laurie hadn’t said a single word since they had left Dr. Vogel’s office, but she didn’t need to. Her silence had spoken louder to him than any word of hers ever could.

“Well, what do you want me to say?”

He leaned back against the kitchen counter for support, his jaw clenching dangerously as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“What you have been thinking ever since the moment she told you that Jacob is carrying the MAOA Knockout. That I doomed our son.” “That’s not what I thought.”

“Maybe not, but you think he is guilty, don’t you, and that it is partly my fault.”

She sighed, mimicking his pose and although she didn’t answer in the affirmative, everything about her gave her away, telling him he had hit bullseye.

“Laurie, please, this is only psycho babble. He is just a normal teenager, his feelings are all over the place, that’s all. The fact that he inherited this gene doesn’t equal a guilty verdict.”

“Don’t you think I know that? But it’s not just the gene. Don’t you see, Andy?”

“No,” he tried to reason with her again, “no, I don’t.”

She huffed. “Of course you don’t. Closing your eyes and making up your own reality like you always do.”

“Oh great! That again.” Raising his hands in defeat, he couldn’t believe that she would go there again. And for the first time he realised that she would probably never stop bringing this up and he could feel something break inside of him. “How often do I have to tell you that I’m sorry I wasn’t honest about my father? But do yourself a favour and ask yourself if you really believe that a man Jacob never met in his entire life could have such an influence on him.”

Andy watched as she pinched her nose, obviously needing a moment to sort her thoughts, but when she looked up at him again, he knew that he had lost the case.

“Honestly, I don’t know and I don’t know what to think about this whole psychological report anymore either. But it’s not only that. You do that with all the evidence that points towards him: the knife, Derek’s comment, the fingerprint, the genetic disposition and God knows what else there is that you decided not to tell me about. You talk away everything. But how long can you keep telling that lie to yourself, Andy?”

“It’s not a lie,” he pressed out through gritted teeth, every passing second of this conversation making it harder for him to keep his voice down.

“You don’t know that.”

“Neither do you!” He didn’t know what made him do it, but he took a step towards her and on instinct she drew back. And suddenly he understood. “But that’s not the point, is it? The real problem is that you can’t trust me anymore.”

“Andy, please,” she pleaded, “let’s not go there right now.”

“Why not? Because I have probably been thinking about it just as much as you have. And if you’re not going to say it, I will.” Her dark eyes were begging him to stop, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. “Our marriage is over, Laurie. And if that is what you want, I’m going to leave as soon as the trial is over.”

Her hand had flown up to her mouth, but he could still make out the quiver of her chin behind her shaky fingers.

“I think that would probably be for the best.”

“Great. Fantastic,” he spat as he spun around, heading for the door.

“Andy? Where are you going?” He didn’t look back, but he knew that she had hurried after him, probably standing in the doorway of the kitchen while she watched him grab his jacket. The truth was, he had no idea where he was going. Not that it mattered to him anyway. Just away from here was enough.

“I need some air. Don’t wait up for me.”

“For a while I just drove around, trying to clear my head and calm down and when I finally did, I found myself only a few streets away from here.”

To him, that had been a sign, the final push he had needed to give in to his yearning. It had almost killed him not to see her all this time, not to hear her voice or read a single text that would let him know there was at least one single person on his side, one person who didn’t think he was a liar with a monster as a father, condemning his son to face a life in jail. And though he may have been all of that, first and foremost he had been an idiot. Otherwise he wouldn’t have let the woman he truly loved walk out of his front door like that.

“Andy.” Light as a feather he could feel the touch of her fingers on his face, softly urging him to leave the confinement of his memory and look up at her. “I’m so sorry about Laurie and you.”

“No.” A feeble smile danced across his lips when he brought his hand above hers, securing the sensation of her caress that he had denied himself for so long. “Don’t be. We’ve had this coming our way for a long time now, maybe from the very beginning. As much as it hurts, she might be right in saying that our marriage was based on a lie all along. But at least it has brought me Jake,” he turned his face to press a loving kiss to her palm, “and you. Even if I almost lost you.”

Her eyes were so soft now, warming his heart like they always did. And the quiet certainty in her voice was all he needed to finally feel at home again.

“But you didn’t. And I told you before that you never will. I love you, Andy.”

He wanted nothing more than to reassure her that his feelings for her hadn’t changed either, but he couldn’t. His throat sealed by the tears that had been threatening to fall all afternoon, there was only one way to tell of his deep affection for her. And so he leaned in, warm lips pressing against hers, while he used his body to manoeuvre her onto the pillows. He would make love to her, again and then again, until there were no doubts left anymore that he intended to do so for the rest of his life.

A dull thud came from somewhere far away, making her turn. And although she was still half asleep, a part of her remembered. A foolish grin on her lips, she whispered his name, stretching her limbs that were still sore from the hours of love making, before her hand set out to search the source of warmth in the otherwise cold sheets.

But there was nothing there and when her eyes opened to find his side of the bed empty, she began to doubt that he had actually been there with her the other night. Squinting against the sunlight, she sat up and took a look around the room. Surely, if he had not only been a product of her imagination, there must be something that would tell her of his presence.

She was almost about to give up when the noise that had coaxed her from her sleep echoed through her house again. Three knocks, loud and clear. In a split second, she stood, only just remembering to clutch the sheets to her naked form before she sprinted down the stairs. But she hadn’t even reached the front door yet, when she could hear the sound of a revving engine, quickly pulling away. By the time she stepped onto her porch, the car was gone, leaving behind a cloud of exhaust fumes in the street—and something else.

She had almost stumbled across it in her hurry and when she finally put the pieces together, she knelled down with a placid smile on her lips, picking up the small card that stuck to the flower pot. Carefully, she opened the envelope, pulling the card from its inside and unfolding it as if she held a precious artefact.

My love, she read, I’m sorry I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye to you this morning. You looked so peaceful in your sleep and I didn’t want to be the one to take that peace away from you. As soon as this is over, no matter how this all ends, I promise I will come and find you. And by the time these flowers are in full bloom, we will be together again. I love you with all my heart. Andy

She hadn’t even read the last words when the first tears already clouded her vision. Clutching the card to her heart, she picked up the flowers with her free hand and carried them inside. They would be placed upon her nightstand, so that they could be the first and the last thing her eyes saw every day, until he would finally return to her as he had promised.

Part 5

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[elsanna-shenanigans]

April 2021 voting results + author links

After the absolutely record breaking amount of stories and a very spread out voting, we are happy to announce the results of the April contest.

A quick reminder list (with authors who already claimed): 1. Morning Break - Moriturus (AO3, FFN) 2. whisper to me - runawaygladiator (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 3. Prism of White - junglekiing (AO3, tumblr) 4. Stupid For You - djupcake (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 5. Love and Sunflowers - Dont-Tell-Them-Its-Me (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 6. Those new feelings - NoahRhino (AO3) 7. Rewrite The Stars - Mandajoy92 (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 8. River Rockman - MimicoFlorido (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 9. Shocking Confessions - Racoonisphere (AO3, tumblr) 10. Green Like Flowers - FishyCoffee (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 11. One Last Heist - Anam (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 12. The Seal-Wife - balambfish (AO3) 13. A Break From Normalcy - UnexpectedAstolfo (FFN, tumblr) 14. Break A Leg - ArendelleFrostfall on discord 15. Schrödinger’s break - anonymous 16. Crack, Shatter, Repair - TheSkyIsUp on discord 17. Staying Close - Elsanndra (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 18. I'm Sorry - Anam (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 19. Your Worth - Space Alien (AO3) 20. Waves and Wonders - waterliliesnoire (tumblr) 21. Sea of time - VolksParadox (AO3, FFN) 22. Lake Town Sunrise - adoraslastbraincell (AO3, FFN, tumblr) 23. After Thaw - Lili on discord 24. Surface Tension - heck (AO3, tumblr) 25. Break Free - ArendelleFrostfall on discord 26. Captain's Holiday - ArendelleFrostfall on discord 27. Chocolate is Love - RationalToad on discord 28. The Silver Platter - EnricoDandolo (AO3) 29. A Clean Break - UnexpectedAstolfo (FFN, tumblr) 30. Break Me Off - waytooshy (AO3, FFN, tumblr)

And the winning submission is...

Green Like Flowers! Congrats to the winner, and a huge thanks to everyone who helped submitted their Break stories for April.

However! Because the author of Green Like Flowers, FishyCoffee is winning for a second month in a row, the prompt choosing rights pass on to the author of the 2nd place story, A Break From Normalcy.

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[theoriginalladya]

Slán leat  (Goodbye)

So this morning, Caleb Shepard’s muse grabbed a two-by-four and belted me upside the head out of nowhere with this piece.  I’ve half thought about writing one since posting this drabble a while back and mentioning the idea of a memorial post-war, but until today, I had no idea how it would play out.  This, apparently, is how it plays out.

On AO3 here

Summary:  Two years after the end of the Reaper War, Caleb Shepard finally faces what he can no longer avoid ...

Setting: Alliance HQ, Vancouver; two years after the war

Characters: Caleb Shepard, Abby Williams, Kaidan Alenko, Major Coats (David Anderson, Ashley Williams, other NPCs)

Tags:  grief, hurt, comfort, angst, character death, mourning, memorials

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Dark grey clouds hang low over the Vancouver skyline weeping slow, steady tears.  Appropriate, Caleb Shepard thinks, otherwise ignoring it while huddling deeper into his jacket and leaning heavily upon the cane Kaidan wouldn’t allow him out of the apartment without.  As if you know…

He pauses, tilting his head, almost hearing the voice on the occasional gust of wind.  It’s one he’s never forgotten, no matter the years that have passed or the fact that death claimed him once.  Just a hint of a whisper, drifting droplet to droplet before splattering at his feet as they tease and taunt.  

Sentiment?  For me, Skipper?  I’m touched …

Days like this push him to his very limit anymore; pain of all sorts dogging at his heels, physical, mental, emotional. Almost as bad as those days right after London, when it wasn’t a sure thing that he would survive.  Without Miranda around to lend her expertise this time, he nearly didn’t.

Slowly, carefully, he continues to make his way across the grounds toward his destination.  In all honesty, he doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to face the inevitable he has successfully ignored; but time is no longer on his side, and avoidance is impossible now that he is here.  It’s been two years since the end of the war, and though loathe to admit it, he knows he can no longer hide from his duty.  Two years.  It seems like forever ago, the last time he was here, yet this time he has freedom to search for old friends and faces rather than face punishment for fulfilling his duty.

As he draws near, he discovers the memorial is far larger than last time; instead of taking up the central courtyard outside of Alliance HQ, Vancouver, newer panels branch out to form a maze, circling around, folding back upon itself while creating space enough to hold its weighty burden. Caleb’s chest aches to think how many names are now inscribed here.  

Still, he knows exactly where to locate the first, and makes his way through the pattern.  It takes several minutes, perhaps twice or three times what it normally would without injury.  Still, he finds it easily enough – his memory is as strong as ever was, thankfully – and eases down on one knee while using the cane to hold himself steady.  His hair is plastered to his face, covering his eyes, but his is still able to peek through without much difficulty.  He scrolls down the list of names until he finds it, stretches out his left hand, and lets the tips glide lightly over the engraved marble surface.

Gunnery Chief, Ashley Williams – Virmire

A hint of a curve pokes at the corner of his lips, sad yet hopeful, as he whispers, “We did it, Ash.”

He doesn’t expect an answer – the dead don’t talk after all, not unless he’s joined them – so he is a bit startled when a voice so similar to the one he remembers replies, “That we did, Skipper.”

Peering over his shoulder up into the falling rain, he finds her; solemn dark brown eyes staring back at him, dark hair twisted into a regulation knot at the nape of her neck, dress blues soaked through, N7 designation shining brightly despite it all.  Caleb pushes awkwardly to his feet, relying on the cane for leverage, and opens his arms to her.  “That we did, major,” he agrees as Abigail Williams walks into the embrace and holds tight.

When she steps back after the greeting, Abby smiles and leans up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek.  “I was hoping Hackett would talk you into coming this year,” she murmurs as she glances around the area.  They are alone for now, though others will likely show later, especially if the rain diminishes.  “Where’s Kaidan?”

Pushing his hair out of his eyes and taking some of the excess moisture with it, Caleb replies, “I came on ahead.  He’ll be along in a bit.”

Sharp eyes narrow on him, searching.  “Ghosts calling you?”

He sighs as he avoids her knowing gaze, nodding. “Aye, something like that.”

Without additional comment, she loops her arm through his and they start down the path to his next destination.  “Haven’t you learned, sealgaire, visiting ghosts should never be done alone?”

The chuckle that escapes has an edge of pain to it, but he eventually finds his voice.  “Haven’t you learned all Irishmen are stubborn to a fault?”

They take their time walking the trail, finding each and every person on Caleb’s list.  Most are clumped together by date or location, but a few are found on their own or with others he does not know.  When they find the rest of the crew of the SR1, he is startled to find his own name among them, the N7 designation setting him apart from the rest of the crew.  His breath stutters and Abby’s arm tightens in support until he waves her off with a nod. They move on only after Caleb takes a step backward, straightens to attention, and salutes.  Abby follows suit.

The rain still streams down from the skies above as he searches for the last two names.  With a knowing smile, Abby finds the way unerringly.  The wall for these individuals is filled with Ns of varying levels, but the ones he needs are near the end.

Captain, Rosa Morales-Minton, Elysium

It is impossible to differentiate tears from rain drops as they slide down his cheeks, as fingers tender and aching from the cold trace the letters of her name.  To his left, Abby says quietly, “Did I ever tell you, I met her once?”

His voice is a rough whispering rasp as he replies. “No.”

“They had a memorial – a quiet one, only a few people allowed in – for the crew of the Normandy after she went down. I was here finishing OCS when I saw the gathering, recognized some of your surviving crew, so I snuck over.”

Caleb huffs softly, managing a lopsided grin.  “You’ve definitely earned that infiltrator badge. As for the rest?”  Sighing, he shakes his head.  “The Alliance followed the Council and kept the Reapers quiet.” His eyes roam beyond her, down the path, at the walls upon walls upon walls of names.  “They too afraid of what they did not understand.  How many more could have been saved if they’d listened?”

Abby tightens her hand around his arm.  “She was here, that day, too.  So much pain and sorrow in her eyes, but she was here for you.  We spoke briefly afterward.”  She smiles up at him, sadness in her eyes, but a brightness in the smile and memory. “She loved you like a brother, Caleb. Did you know?”

Caleb’s eyes close, his fingers twitching over her name yet again even as he nods.  “She was one of the best.”

A heavier weight settles over his right shoulder. Caleb isn’t startled, and he doesn’t have to open his eyes to recognize who stands there in support.  As a result, his grief eases just a bit as the burden is shared.

“Not your fault, mo shearc,” Kaidan reminds him gently.

Caleb pulls his hand back from the wall and rests it atop his husband’s on his shoulder, squeezing gently in response.  “I know, mo ghrá.  I know.”

Another set of booted steps nears, stopping as they come within range.  “Ceremony is starting soon,” Coats announces, his hand settling around Abby’s shoulders. When Caleb glances over, he nods. “We should probably head over.”

“Just a moment.”  Caleb shifts his position so he can reach the last name on his list, two rows over, a few lines higher.  

Rear Admiral, David Edward Anderson, London

“Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.”**

As before, Caleb takes a few steps back, straightens, and offers a final salute to the man who helped change his life.  Kaidan, Coats, and Abby join in.

They turn away moments later, Kaidan sliding a hand into Caleb’s free one, and Caleb gives the wall one last, long look.  “Slán leat,** old friend,” he murmurs, his steps already moving away.  “One day, perhaps, we’ll meet again….”

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** Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam = May his soul be seated on God’s right hand. (God rest his soul)

** Slán leat = good-bye

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[renee-writer]

Chasing Waves Chapter 40

AO3

She doesn’t let him know anything is wrong, even as she mentally kicks herself for falling for it. He has just time to give her a quick kiss and an ‘I love you' before heading off to show the judges his stuff. Paddling out, he pops up like a Jack in the box, before catching a huge wave. He rides it like he is flying on it, as graceful and mystical, as an hawk in flight. She watches awed, as he sores higher and higher. When it seems he can’t go any higher, he does, riding literally the very peak of the wave. A low awwww, runs through the crowd, echoed by Claire.

When he drifts back up, he is meet by a cheering crowd but Claire is in front. His eyes search her out and when they find her, they light up, and she runs into his arms, unmindful of the water. They hear cameras flash but neither care. He holds her close, lifting her up as Murtagh fetches his board.

No one is surprised by his scores, straight tens. It puts him in the lead with only a few more surfers to go. They watch the others, all very good but it is clear that none will beat his scores. Murtagh and Jenny are celebrating even before the final results are announced.

“In third place, with a respectable overall score of Fifty-Two, Pierre Garden, from France.” The man steps up, bows to the crowd and takes the trophy. “In second with a score of 56, is Scott Kenny from America.” He steps up and tips his cap to the crowd before taken the trophy. “Finally, to no one’s surprise, our overall winner with an unbelievable perfect score of sixty is Jamie Fraser, from right here in Scotland.” He steps up as the crowd screams his name. His family’s cheers echo the loudest. He bows low toward the crowd then to Claire with the owlish way he has, he blinks, before taken the trophy.

“Thanks to my late da who bought me my first board. I know he is looking down with pride. “ he lifts the trophy up towards heaven. “ Tapadh leibh da. Tha gaol agam ort. For my Godfather Murtagh, who has never let me give up. To my darling sister, brother in- law and, nieces. To my Claire, Mo ghaol, mo chridhe, mo chompanach anam, I love you so very much. Thank you all, for believing in me. Thank you to my competition for not making it easy.”

He gestures for Claire to join him. She does and he deeply kisses her as the flashbulbs of the presses cameras go off around them. “Tha Gail Agam ort, Claire.” He whispers for only her to hear.

“I love you too Jamie and I am so proud of you.”

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[ashenbun]

GETTING TO KNOW THE MUN:

NAME:  Tay

NICKNAME:  Izzy / Anam / Rhesi

FACECLAIM: I have my own, thank you!

PRONOUNS: He/Him

HEIGHT:  5′3"

BIRTHDAY: May 7th~

AESTHETIC: Soulsborne with a dash of Scandinavian themes and a sprinkling of cosmic horror :3

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO:  Bubbles - Biffy Clyro

FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN:  Izzy is by far my favourite. You can't play a muse for 8 years without there being some deep love and he always surprised me even with so much time spent writing him. Anam is fast approaching second though. It's been a very long time since I've had such a visceral connection to a character and I am enjoying it greatly. The words flow, there's no hesitance or questioning how he should react it just... is there and I've missed that dearly.

GETTING TO KNOW THE ACCOUNT:

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON THIS MUSE:  I've wanted a male Viera for a long time but I struggle with plating female modelled characters, even if i can make them androgynous. With the announcement of the boys becoming playable I finally decided fuckit and brought Anam off the shelf. He had backstory and personality already from being my Soulsborne muse and translating him in XIV has been exceptionally fun.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: Surprisingly enough how little he knows about magic. I've always played mages so having someone that is just a hunter is a lovely change. It's also really freeing to be able to type my accent out and use it for fun and profit >:D

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING:  Absolutely music. A piece of music can conjure and entire story, nevermind a character! Music is a wonderful thing and I love to just sit and listen, see where it takes me.

FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS:  I'm honestly really not picky? I'm up for trying anything and shoving Anam into all sorts of horrobly awkward scenarios for the sheer laughs. The only thing I'm not that keen on is slice-of-life stuff. I get bored of that very fast.

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