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yourfavispure · 1 year
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Olive from Olive, the other reindeer is pure
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Alumna Pamantasan Ng Lungsod Ng Maynila 1997
#PamantasanNgLungsodNgMaynila #PLM #UniversityoftheCityofManila #OfficialTranscriptOfRecord #TranscriptofRecord #OTOR #TOR #OfficialTranscriptofRecordPamantasanNgLungsodNgMaynila #OTORPLM #032408July302019 #OfficialTranscriptOfRecord032408July302019 #OTOR032408July302019 #AlumnaPamantasanNgLungsodNgMaynila #AlumnaPLM #Alumna #JulieAnnieMarieVargasAbuda #JulieAnnieMarieAbuda #JulieAbuda #JulieAnnieMarieSalvatierraAbuda #JuljeAnnieMarieSalvatierraAbudayVargas #JAMSAYV
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wonderdrive14 · 3 months
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Sheith AU where Shiro & Keith are 2 protagonists from 2 different genres.
Shiro is your typical action-fantasy Shōnen protagonist who's The Chosen One among his friends and/or family - his destiny is to defeat The Big Bad who wants to dominate the world & save the universe from them.
Keith is your average slice-of-life protagonist who just wants to survive his job & make it through his day while dealing with some unpleasant co-workers & a LOT of rude, entitled customers.
Somehow, by a twist of fate, one ends up in the other's story & the 2 meet. They form a close bond unlike anyone has ever seen before. But Shiro soon discovers he isn't the only one who has his eyes (and heart) set on Keith...
!!!!! THIS IS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT!!!
You always have great AU ideas sdfksdhfkas!
I love this so much! I'm not sure if I want Keith in Shiro's world, or Shiro in Keith's world. It's a tough decision!
Maybe Keith could end up in Shiro's world? He could get isekai'd in 😂. As for the other person that has eyes for Keith... it could be an antagonist! Maybe Lotor...? 👀
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kaovru · 1 month
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KAORU FUJIWARA EN: MISIÓN #002.
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naihhhhe · 9 days
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ang cravings ko portudeys bidjo ay highschool twitter au ng tot men ‼️‼️
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thedeadthree · 1 year
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teehee <3
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carnificaprince · 2 years
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 ❝ OTORIC ! ❞ — a kingender/fictgender connected to, affected by, or otherwise related to otori emu from project sekai! 🧁 𓏲࣪
coined by me !
pronoun ideas under the cut ⋆ 
some pronouns you could use with this gender are ;
candy/candyself
sugar/sugarself
sugary/sugaryself
sweet/sweetself
pink/pinkself
muses/musicself
mew/mews/mewself
glim/glimmer/glimmerself
glitter/glitter/glitterself
kyuu/kyuus/kyuuself
fluff/fluffs/fluffself
ribbon/ribbonself
cute/cutes/cuteself
fun/funs/funself 
🍬/🍬s/🍬self
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kirnet · 1 year
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Someday… I wanna make a zine with my friends
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consulaaris · 2 years
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fully thought i’d had a dream about replaying k/otor again
turns out it was not in fact a dream and i played through a good portion of taris while drunk off my ass last week LMAO
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girasonne · 11 months
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qué fenomenal es que cada vez que leo las noticias locales los primeros artículos siempre son 'va horrible las escuelas'. y por alguna razón el municipio siempre va '... la solucción es cerrar más escuelas y quitar recursos, no?' y luego se sorprenderán qué estemos el districto más estupido lmao
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forumaberto · 1 year
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Ford Sigma • Injetores 0280158238 x 0280157182
Ford Sigma • Injetores 0280158238 x 0280157182
Ford Sigma 1.6 16V Flex sem variador com partida à frio líquida Os injetores Bosch 0 280 158 238 não são mais encontrados no mercado, sendo agora substituídos pelos Bosch 0 280 157 182, sendo recomendável substituir o kit de injetores. Porém eles tem a mesma vazão e aceitam substituição unitária, reitero que não recomendo. 0:00 Identificação motor Focus 1.6 Sigma0:30 Injetor substituto ao…
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bekamuntukpunggung · 2 years
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naihhhhe · 10 days
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yung ayaw ko talaga sa mga manhwa, YUNG ONGOING kasi naman enjoy enjoy kna tapos bibitinin ka, BUTI SANA KUNG MARAMI CHAPTERS E HANGGANG BENTE LANG T . T
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fatehbaz · 3 months
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Whither the man-eater? This entity was once the prime interest of an entire league of famous sportsmen in colonial India, the engrossing content of many books [...]. [T]he man-eater was first constructed, and then dismantled [...]. This erratic rise and fall of the man-eater is descriptive of changing power relations, the ephemeral yet pervasive axis between the colonial and the post-colonial [...].
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Jim Corbett was a case in point. [Around the time of independence, Corbett authored popular stories of his adventures in colonial India in the preceding decades, including Man-Eaters of Kumaon and The Man-Eating Leopard of Rudraprayag]. [...]
The man-eater was destined [...] to shine in all its ferocity at a certain moment in time and not any other.
Thus, [there is special] context within which specific 'meanings' get associated with animals, at certain times, and at the the hands of select actors [...].
[T]he engulfing realm of the printed word, especially the English book, gave astounding shape and clarity to the idea of a man-eater. [...] The man-eater was never thought of as a sub-species of Panthera tigris in the tables of natural history; rather the man-eater [...] was ‘out of nature’, and thus some kind of an addendum to naturalist understandings. [...] The making of the man-eater into a coherent animal category follows an arduous path. [...] [M]otor cars and other gadgets such as hunting lights had arrived on the scene. [...] [A British officer] who had served in the Central Provinces for quite a while after [1909] [...], commented [..] ‘With modern inventions it would be quite easy to be playing cards in the tent [,] and when the tiger turns up, kill him by pressing a button on a tent wall.’ [His] exasperation was evident [among] [...] [s]portsmen in the 1920s and 1930s [...]. [A] single species splits into undefeatable man-eaters and gentlemanly tigers worthy of observation alone. [...] Amid such lesser sportsmen the man-eater thus became a tactic of power which elevated its [colonial] victor over both the hunters of the past and contemporaries of the present. [...] But it is truly a question if this muzzle-loading gun in the hands of the native [...]. The implication was that sportsmen had a fairer sense of restrictions than the non-sporting classes. With the latter classes gaining political mobility, fears of an 1857-like massacre were also in the air. [...] [B]y the 1930s [...] a host of sportsmen [...] might have preferred to see natives handling a rickety muzzle-loader than an elegant express rifle; the man-eater was intended to remain at large for those ["superior" colonial sportsmen] in possession of the latter. [...]
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This development of a sportsman into an author can be located within a history of the book. [...] The English novel as a genre [...] began to acquire greater circulation after [...] 1870. [...] [A] book on which the sportsman laboured was like a trophy [...]. For all such ongoing fuss about size [records], a man-eater was more about qualities: cunning, finesse, stealth [...]. If the difficulty of hunting a man-eater was what gave the sportsman a chance to prove the superiority of his skill [...], then this difficulty was the stuff of a story, not a [size] measurement or a mounted trophy. And [...] an aspect of photography. [...] It authenticated the effort of a sportsman and could not be bought of the market [taxidermy trophies available to simply purchase at local shops] except through a book that bore the author’s name. [...]
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There were dimensions of imagination and power that accompanied this. The idea of a man-eater was such that it helped advance the long held belief that the natives were a hapless lot. [...] Pandian [...] shares how the man-eaters of the colonial period were equated with the ‘arbitrary monarchs’ of a pre-colonial era, which also the British sportsman as a symbol of ‘sovereign might’, would meet on its own grounds. [...] [Consider also] the manner in which the simultaneous depiction of the remaining tigers as ‘large hearted gentlem[e]n’ of the forests (a thing Corbett professed) went to convey the contrary image of a docile, tame and innocent nature that could come to be harmed by natives at the slightest instance.
Protecting the people gave the colonisers power over animals, and protecting animals gave it a power over people.
Notions of animality and criminality intersected at the site of the man-eater.
The entire continuum of man-animal relations was thus canvassed through this tactic, which also the medium of the book in the later colonial periods broadcasted to distant corners of the colony. [...] What perhaps distinguished the man-eater from any ordinary form of game hunting was that it was additionally a form of ‘language-game’. [...] [T]he man-eater was an account in which the ephemeral idea of an ‘India’ glimmered constantly in the background. But it did so largely in English. The man-eater was an English diatribe [...]. The side by side portrayal of the victims of the man-eater as ‘superstitious’, ‘rural’ and ‘ignorant’, only went to establish before the (civilised) readers the proof of an (uncivilised) mass waiting to be salvaged, assimilated or disciplined. [...] [A] mild perusal of Corbett’s My India, published about five years after India’s gaining of Independence, provides ample evidence of the above dynamic. The eventual autonomy of the British administration besides a celebration of the decision making capacities of rural masses (described as ‘real’ Indians) is legend in the pages of this book. The political reality of colonial rule is conflated with a nationalistic pride, which also the sportsman allocates to himself in the describing of his (my?) India. One is left to understand that the man-eater thrived at its best in a colonised India as much as an Indianised colony. As the tension between an emerging nation and an erstwhile colony acquired sharpness in the later colonial periods and a decade thereafter, the narrative of the man-eater came into its own.
The man-eater is thus a veritable creature of timing that shone at its brightest in the 1940s, even if it had been shot down 30 years ago by the likes of Corbett. [...] [Later in the twentieth century, there was a] transformation of the landscape from a designated ‘wasteland’ under colonial administration to a ‘World Heritage Site’ in Independent India. At the peak of such transitions in the 1970s [...], the tiger itself was assuming cosmopolitan proportions and being regarded as a ‘citizen’ by the state. [...] [This was an] emergence of [...] a 'cosmopolitan tiger' [...].
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All text above by: Varun Sharma. "Rise and Fall of the 'Man-eater': The Changing Science and Technology of a Species (1860-present)". History and Sociology of South Asia Volume 10, Issue 1. First published online 8 December 2015. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text in the first paragraph of this post is from the article's abstract.]
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Adventure: The Lost Marbles
“While some may be born into wild magic or have it thrust upon them by otherworldly forces, beware most of all your fellow students, for we know full well the danger of magic yet choose to trifle with it still”
- Archmage Urathil, instructing his class
“Yeah no shit teach, wizards going to wizard”
- Ember Quinsworth, problem student
Hooks:
An explosion stirs the party from their lazy morning at the inn, drawing them out onto the street just as a hail of rubble and wild shrapnel begins to fall upon the district. The tower that had for so long loomed above the neighborhood ( and acted as a landmark by which the party found their way through the unfamiliar town) has erupted into a cloud of cotton candy colored smoke and far-flying debris, leaving those not forced to run for cover to wonder just what the hell kind of experiment just went wrong up there.  Just as they’re in the midst of helping civilians, the party realizes that some of the embers streaking form the tower like wayward fireworks are infact self-willed, and the small blazes they start migrate to consume new kindling growing in size all the while.
Over the next few days the rumormill will be working overtime, spreading stories of not only who or what might’ve caused the explosion, but of the strange things over the tower’s for or so hour eruption. Folks say that they saw imps and greater fiends flying off through the smoke, the street preachers insist it was an act of divine wrath ( though fail to agree on a source) and pretty much everyone agrees this never would have happened under the old wizard, who was a respectful, civic minded sort of dame, even if she did have a fondness for skeletons.
The local markets have likewise begun to fill up with magical jetsam, most of it unidentified and a good portion certainly fake, their owners looking to offload their ill gotten gain before the officials sweep through in a confiscation spree. Speaking of ill gotten gain, while out at the market the party are introduced to a local fence by the name of Dexell Wheeler and his gaggle of adopted urchin children/pick pockets. He’s got a scheme to make it big, but he’s going to need the party’s help in securing a bit of start up capital in the form of salvage directly form the recently exploded tower.
While the city watch has established a perimeter, the party could easily slip past it with the help of Dexell’s pickpockets, allowing them to line their haversacks and investigate the source of the blast at the same time. That is, provided they don’t mind braving structural instability, rogue arcane defenses and whatever chaotic elementals were generated by that alchemical blast still roaming the halls.
Setup: Otor the Inordinate was never the most exemplary wizard. Sure he had the hat, and the beard, and the crazed look in his eye that said he’d turn you in to a toad just to watch you hop, but that was just his problem. He wasn’t just an archetypal wizard, he was an unoriginal one, a poser, too concerned with affecting the aesthetic of a soothsayer to actually go and develop enough eccentricities to actually be one. While his bag if tricks might’ve been a greatest hits collection of mages that’d been dead for well over a century, what Oltor did have going for him was getting things to blow up in big, flashy ways, the sort of flashy that impresses know nothing nobles who want a wizard to entertain at parties and lay waste to their enemies upon the battlefield. Otor did both with aplom, earning himself a cushy tower and a generous stipend which he spent researching more ways to cover up for his lack of talent and originality.
Though many of his experiments failed, the real problems began when Otor began working with a local fence who he’d started paying to smuggle him components that others might have thought dangerous or profane. This fence (You’ve guessed it, Dexell) happened to know a group of shifty characters who’d recently come into possession of a number of arcane tomes, including the notes of a brilliant transmuter who was working on a process of literally crystalizing thoughts. Otor thought he was very clever when he created a rock garden that would do his thinking for him, right up until he discovered the ideas grown from a half baked destruction mage would not only be unsound but violently unstable.  
Further Adventures:
If you want more of an intro for the adventure, consider having one of the party’s first quests be for one of Dexell’s agents, sent out into the wilderness to gather some components only to have her hired muscle thrashed when the creature they were supposed to be hunting proved a little too dangerous. When the party report in to collect their reward, she’ll insist that they make the delivery to the fence themselves and save her the trip back into town, giving you a perfect reason to have the party traveling out of the starting area and towards a major center of the campaign.
What Otor failed to understand about the spell he was ripping off is that the crystals he was growing didn’t just come out of nowhere:  like all good ideas they built themselves from existing thoughts and concepts, in this case literally transmuting the figments of the fail-wizard’s ostentatious imaginings into a physical form and allowing them to affect both matter and ideas when the crystal shattered. Being so close to a metaphysical explosion literally blew Otor to bits, with different fragments of his personality and memory torn from his incinerated body and unleashed upon the world in the form of mephits. A few will linger around the tower, but one will fly to the home of Otor’s noble patron looking to entertain and pester him for money, while others will fly off to places the now dead wizard had strong mental attachments to. If left unchecked, these mephits will evolve into dangerous crystalline horrors, requiring the party to hunt them down in future adventures.
The chain reaction caused by the explosion of unpredictable magic actually created a few stable idea crystals, fragments of the upper rooms of Otor’s tower reduced to marble sized chunks of idea frozen moments before their destruction. Some of the local kids found these glittering treasures among the wreckage, and have included them in their games.  Winning these marbles will give the party a chance to loot the best stocked portions of the tower at their leisure, provided they realize that a dispel magic effect will cause the marble to fade and the trapped portion of room to materialize.
Otor’s patron will not be happy to have watched his years of investments go up in a cotton candy colored smoke and fireworks show and will be moving fast to claim everything he can that the wizard once owned. The party stands to make a powerful enemy if they’re caught with this conjuror’s contraband, but might be able to spin this into an opportunity later on down the line. Some weeks to months later, word will reach them that the noble is looking for a new court wizard, which could earn one of the party members a prestigious position should their skills prove up to muster. They WILL have to find their own tower though.
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jasontoddssuper · 1 year
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I think i've figured out why Zuko gets compared to antagonists who are bad people so much-It's cause that's all his bad stans see him as:An antagonist.They don't see him as the abused and hurt kid he is who's temper and rudeness are a trauma response and that became a hero because he worked his ass off to but instead as a generic 'edgelord' who gets things handed to him without doing anything to make up for his wrongs
Zuko's not Kylo Ren or L///otor and most DEFINITELY not anybody from anything Rowling wrote.Zuko is a victim who's flawed but dosen't make excuses for himself and it's fuckin' gross that y'all insist on comparing someone who was abused so horrifically by their own father to f*scists and abusers.Your musty faves aren't,could not and would never be Zuko <3 Put some respect to his name!!!🗣🗣🗣
Aang haters do NOT interact,i know it's most of y'all who made this popular
@kyojurolover @leo-thecactus @mystiqdreamer @1clown1
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