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#without the tree my house now has no barriers to my other neighbours house and hes a creep!
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Remus shows Sirius around Wales (part 3)
I’m afraid there’s a lot of Welsh in this chapter, but as usual, translations are at the end! (And I’m getting better at writing out the pronunciation). Hope you enjoy!
For @daylily-evans
(Part 1)
(Part 2)
~ The next morning, Sirius awoke before Remus. He usually always did. Moony wasn’t a morning person, and Padfoot was. A strip of sunlight highlighted the bed. They’d both fallen asleep in each other’s arms and had remained in pretty much the same position throughout the night. And while Sirius was eager to get up and start the day, he was also perfectly content to stay where he was, with Remus’s arm lying across his chest, the boy snoring lightly every so often. Sirius liked looking at him.
He was, however, slightly- instinctually- nervy. Even though it had been three years since he’d set foot in Grimmauld Place, he still expected to be woken abruptly by someone- most likely his mother- barging into his bedroom without knocking. While Sirius’s eyes were fixed on a lock of brown hair that had fallen over Remus’s eyelid, his ears were straining for any outside noise, any movement from the landing, that would warn him to quickly jump out of Remus’s bed and back into his own. But none came. A late start must have run in the family.
Sirius brushed the lock of hair away, tucking it behind Remus’s ear, and as he did so, Remus’s breathing grew quieter, almost inaudible. An indication that he was waking up. Sirius kissed him. When he pulled away, he saw Remus looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
“How do you say good morning in Welsh?” Asked Sirius, in no more than a murmur.
“Bore da,” replied Remus, his voice thick with sleep. Sirius kissed him.
“Bore da, carru.”
Breakfast was toast and cereal. Lyall didn’t join them at the table.
“He works late,” explained Remus. “Sometimes he sleeps till almost midday.” Sirius chuckled.
“Like father like son,” he said, eating a spoonful of now soggy cornflakes.
“Oh, Remus, I hope you’re not staying up so late,” reprimanded Hope, who was sitting at the table with them, reading the paper with her second cup of coffee.
“No, mam,” Remus sighed, the two boys knowing full well that he was lying.
“So, what are you two planning on doing today?” Hope continued, not taking her eyes off whichever article had caught her interest.
“I’m gonna show Sirius around. See the village maybe.”
“Oh that’s nice. You should visit Mrs. Hughes, she’d love to see you.”
“Yes, Remus, you really must introduce me to this Mrs. Hughes. I’m dying to meet her. I can already feel a connection.” Remus simply smiled and rolled his eyes.
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The sun was bright, although it wasn’t throwing off a lot of heat in the early morning hours, so Remus and Sirius walked side by side wearing jackets and scarves. They were ambling down the lane outside Remus’s house, with the birds singing. It was the only noise they could hear. Sirius had never felt more relaxed in his life.
The first stop on Remus’s tour was a little stream that stood at the end of a wall-lined alleyway. Brambles grew all over the walls and Sirius noticed clusters of blackberries hidden among the leaves. Remus picked a few.
“I used to come down here when I was a kid,” began Remus. “I’d pick the blackberries and wash them in the stream, then eat them with my feet in the water.” Sirius picked some himself, and the two made their way towards the stream, the gentle sound of the water reaching their ears as they drew nearer. The two banks of the stream were connected by a stone bridge. Sirius looked over the side at the water lapping over the stones and pebbles, reflecting the sunlight. Along with the birdsong, the whole setting was completely idyllic. He knew places like this existed in the UK, but he’d never seen them before. He’d spent his whole life in the dark, gloomy street of Grimmauld Place, where he’d never even met his neighbours because they were muggles, and he’d therefore been banned from going near them. Besides, his muggle neighbours didn’t even know that he or his house even existed.
The Potter’s house too, while much nicer and far more friendly than Grimmauld Place could ever dream of being, and while it too was tucked away in the countryside, it still felt rather cut off, and the countryside felt... empty.
But here... here it felt like a community, and Sirius had yet to even meet another person.
“S’mae, Remus!” Said a woman, suddenly breaking the silence. She was walking past with some shopping bags. She only looked around forty, maybe fifty years old, but she dressed like someone much older: short blonde hair curled tightly into ringlets, and a long, flowery skirt with a matching beige blouse.
“S’mae, Mrs. Cooper,” replied Remus. “Ti’n iawn?”
“Rwy’n iawn, diolch. Ywyt ti newydd ddychwelyd o'r ysgol?”
“Ydw.”
“Pwy yw dy ffrind?”
“This is Sirius,” said Remus, switching back to English to include Sirius in the conversation. “He’s a friend from school. He’s English.”
“Oh, how awful for you!” Mrs. Copper called to him, in the thick Welsh accent that Sirius simply loved. Sirius smiled good-naturedly. “Whereabouts in England are you from?”
“Islington,” Sirius replied. “It’s in London.”
“I went to London once. Very loud. Very bright.” Sirius nodded. Mrs. Cooper began to walk on. “I’d best be off. Don’t want the milk to turn.” She held up one of her shopping bags, indicating that there was some milk inside. “See you, loves.”
“Hwyl!” Called Remus. Sirius repeated him. They watched her leave, and Sirius sat down upon the bridge. It had railings on either side as barriers, and Sirius put his legs through two gaps in the bars so they swung over the side. A duck came floating past, quacking every so often. Sirius threw the blackberries that he still had in his hand into the water for it to eat. Remus copied him.
“It’s so... quaint here,” observed Sirius eventually. “And I swear I mean that in the best way possible.” Remus threw another blackberry. The duck dived headfirst into the water to pick it up.
“Yes, well... not much has really changed since the fifties. Forties even. This place wasn’t much affected by either of the muggle wars, and progress isn’t exactly rife in the north-west Welsh countryside. It’s like a time warp here.” He looked almost sad, but Sirius couldn’t understand why. Of course, he knew what it was like to deal with people who were stuck in their ways, and their time, and their ancestors’ time, but the people here seemed nice enough. And even so, at that moment, Sirius felt that throwing blackberries at a duck and sitting next to his best friend on a bridge was all he needed in life.
“You know...” he began. “I never saw myself as a countryside person. Too quiet and boring. I thought of myself as more of a city person. All loud and bright like Mrs. Cooper said. But... I don’t know... I can see myself living here. With you.” Remus looked at him.
“That’d be nice...” A silence passed before Remus slapped his palms on the railings. “Come on,” he instructed, his voice louder and more confident. “Lots to see!” He started to walk ahead, and Sirius stood up to follow, grinning.
“Ooh, Moony. I like a man who can take charge.”
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The two walked a few more miles until they reached the village. It was a nice place. Quaint. The shops all looked like cottages, and trees lined the street, some of the foliage entangled with bunting. People were milling about with shopping bags and buggies and bikes. The shop names were all in Welsh, as were the signs, but they all had the English translations printed underneath in small lettering, so Sirius didn’t have to pester Remus every five minutes.
Remus eventually stopped outside a shop that Sirius recognised: chairs and tables sat underneath a frilled, baby pink canopy. Remus held out his arm.
“Mrs. Hughes’s cake shop,” he announced. Sirius clapped his hands excitedly. A bell tinkled as the door opened, and a short, plump lady with curly dark hair appeared from within an adjoining room. She spotted Remus and smiled brightly.
“Remus! Mae wedi bod cyhyd! Sut mae, cariad? Edrych pa mor denau ywyt ti! Ywyt ti wedi bod yn bwyta?” She drew him into a hug, and Sirius was starting to get the impression that Remus was well-liked in his village. This was of no surprise to Sirius. What wasn’t there to like about his friend?
“S’mae Mrs. Hughes. Mae’n dda eich gweld chi.” Mrs. Hughes stepped back finally and turned to Sirius.
“Bore da. Nid wyf wedi eich gweld o gwmpas yma o'r blaen. Ydych chi’n ffrind i Remus?” Sirius blinked awkwardly, as Remus quickly cut in.
“Nid yw’n siarad Cymraeg. Mae’n dod o Llogr. Ei enw yw Sirius.”
“Oh... hello. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, rather slowly, as if she was concentrating on each word.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hughes.” She smiled and nodded, before quickly returning behind the counter.
“Ywyt ti dau newydd gyrraedd?” She asked, taking out a tray of cupcakes from behind the glass and rearranging them into neat little rows. They all had chocolate frosting on them, and they looked delicious. Sirius couldn’t help but stare rather longingly.
“Ydyn. Fe gyrhaeddon ni nôl ddoe i.”
“Taith braf?”
“Oedd, diolch.” Remus saw that Sirius was struggling to participate, so Remus attempted to involve him in the conversation. “Mae Sirius yn fy mlwyddyn yn yr ysgol,” he said to Mrs. Hughes, who turned back to Sirius with interest.
“Wyt ti’n hoffi’r ysgol?”
“She asked if you like school.”
“Oh! Yes, very much. It’s fun.” Remus quickly translated.
“Hwyl!” Mrs. Hughes remarked. “Yn fy niwrnod, roedd ysgolion yn ymwneud â dysgu. Gwaharddwyd hwyl.”
“She says schools shouldn’t be fun.”
“Well, they weren’t till I arrived.” Sirius grinned as Remus rolled his eyes and reluctantly translated. Mrs. Hughes let out a bark of a laugh.
“Ryw’n hoffi ti!”
“She likes you.” 
“I like you too, Mrs. Hughes.” Mrs Hughes giggled, not needing Remus to translate. She brought out a tray of small but very tasty looking muffins. She picked up two and held them out.
“Am ddim i'm dau fachgen!” She said, as Remus went to take them. He handed one to Sirius.
“Diolch, Mrs. Hughes!” Said Remus. Sirius repeated him, and the two left the shop, walking out into the sunshine, muffins in hand. Sirius quickly took a bite.
“Shit, Remus,” he began, having barely swallowed his mouthful of muffin. “I may have to ditch you and run off with Mrs. Hughes instead.” Remus laughed.
“You’d have to learn Welsh first.”
“No need. I will happily sit in silence as she brings me muffins everyday. No Welsh required.”
~
Sirius didn’t want the day to end, but he was content in the thought that he’d wake up tomorrow and they could do it all again, and the next day, and the next, until the holidays ended. He couldn’t believe that Remus hardly talked about this place. If he was Remus, he’d never shut up about it. He almost felt angry. He hated his house, his street, his parents. He never wanted to talk about them. He was happy to forget all about them. Remus had a lovely house, and a lovely street and lovely parents. So why did he pretend otherwise?
“Do you think you’ll live here when you’re older?” Asked Sirius. They were sitting on a wall that bricked in a nice green. The green was filled with trees and a little playground area. As the sun grew lower and three o’clock rolled around, a few children started to filter into the playground, laughing and carefree after what must have been their last day at school. Hogwarts finished a day early so everyone had a chance to prepare for their journey back on the Express.
Remus pondered Sirius’s question.
“I don’t know,” he said eventually. “It is nice. And I do love Wales, of course I do...”
“But?”
“I don’t know,” seemed to be his final answer. But Sirius was too curious to let it drop so soon.
“But everyone here seems to love you. Mrs. Hughes. That lady with the shopping bags. Don’t you like it here?”
“The people are nice, but they talk. They talk about me. They pretend otherwise, but I know they have their own rumours. About why I go off to boarding school every year. Why I have scars on my face. Why...”
“Why what?”
“My mother and I are very close. They know that.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Remus looked at him steadily.
“You know what they say about boys who are close to their mothers.”
“Oh.” The two fell silent. Until Remus decided to speak again.
“In the real world, it’s 1976. Here it’s 1953. The people say good morning and bake you muffins and drink tea with their neighbours, but that’s about all you can do. You’re either married or widowed, and your kids go to the local school and leave the village when they’re eighteen to go off to London, or Cardiff, or some big city that they can write about to their families. I don’t fit in here. Not really. And I think the people know that. They’re nice to me because they feel sorry for me. Maybe not Mrs. Hughes. She really is nice. But I can’t stay just for Mrs. Hughes, can I?” Remus wanted to end his little speech on a light-hearted note, and usually Sirius would take the cue, grin and say “I would.” But he was letting Remus’s words sink in, and suddenly feeling guilty about his previous anger. Yes, Remus’s life was completely different to his, but scratch the surface and they were still in the same boat. Outcasts in a conformist society, waiting for the day they could leave and never come back. 
Remus jumped down from the wall.
“Come on. We can head back and I can show you the TV set if you want.” Sirius jumped down after him, realising that Remus was keen to change the subject. Sirius permitted him to.
“I’d forgotten about that. I’d love to see it.”
~ Welsh translation:
Bore da (b-oar-reh d-ah): Good morning
Ti’n iawn? (Tin y-ow-n): How are you? (Informal)
Rwy’n iawn, diolch (R-ooh-n y-ow-n dee-ol-kh): I’m well, thanks
Ywyt ti newydd ddychwelyd o'r ysgol? (Ow-eet tee neh-with th*-uh-kh-wel-eed or ee-sg-ol): Have you just returned from school?
Ydw (uh-doo): Yes
Pwy yw dy ffrind?: (p-wih ee**-oo d-ee fr-ih-nd): Who’s your friend?
Hwyl! (H-w-eel): Bye/Goodbye
Mae wedi bod cyhyd! (M-eye weh-dee bod kuh-heed): It’s been ages!
Sut mae, cariad? (Sit m-eye, kah-ree-ad): How are you, sweetheart?
Edrych pa mor denau ywyt ti! (Eh-dr-ee-kh pa m-oar deh-n-eye ow-eet tee): Look at how thin you are!
Ywyt ti wedi bod yn bwyta (ow-eet tee weh-dee bod ee-n b-oo***-ee-ta): Have you been eating?
Mae’n dda eich gweld chi (m-eye-n th-ah ay-kh gw-eld kh-ih): It’s good to see you.
Nid wyf wedi eich gweld o gwmpas yma o'r blaen. (N-ih-d oo-ee-v weh-dee ay-kh gweld oh g-oo-mp-ah-s ee-ma or bl-eye-n): I haven’t seen you around here before.
Ydych chi’n ffrind i Remus? (Uh-dih-kh kh-ih-n f-rih-nd ih Remus): Are you a friend of Remus?
Nid yw’n siarad Cymraeg. (Nid ee-oo-n sha-rad Cum-r-eye-g): He doesn’t speak Welsh.
Mae’n dod o Llogr. (M-eye-n dod o Ll-oh-gr): He’s from England.
Ei enw yw Sirius. (Ay en-oo ee-oo Sirius): His name’s Sirius.
Ywyt ti dau newydd gyrraedd? (Ow-eet tee d-eye neh-with g-uh-r-eye-th): Have you to just got back?
Ydyn (Uh-deen): Yes
Fe gyrhaeddon ni nôl ddoe i. (F-eh g-uh-rh-eye-th-on nee n-uh-l th-oi ee): We got back yesterday.
Taith braf? (T-ay-th b-rah-v): Nice journey?
Oedd, diolch (oi-th dee-ol-kh): Yes, thanks
Mae Sirius yn fy mlwyddyn yn yr ysgol (m-eye Sirius ee-n f-ee ml-oo-uh-th-een ee-n ee-r ee-sgol):  Sirius is in my year at school.
Wyt ti’n hoffi ysgol? (Wih-tin h-oh-f-ee ee-sgol): Do you like school?
Hwyl! (H-w-eel): Fun!
Yn fy niwrnod, roedd ysgolion yn ymwneud â dysgu. (ee-n f-ee nih-wr-nod, r-oi-th ee-sgol-ee-on ee-n ee-m-wn-ay-d ah**** d-uh-sg-ee): In my days, schools were about learning.
Gwaharddwyd hwyl. (G-wa-har-th-wih-d h-w-eel): Fun was banned.
Rywn hoffi ti! (R-ew-n hoh-f-ee tee): I like you!
Am ddim i'm dau fachgen (Ah-m th-im im d-eye vah-kh-g-en): Free for my two boys
*pronounced th as in that or this
**very short ee; yw sounds very similar to yew.
***short oo
****long ah
Bonus British translation:
Buggies: Strollers
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4point7 · 3 years
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THWACK - A Negan One Shot
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Summary: a load of words slung haphazardly together to create a modern masterpiece. Written for @negans-lucille-tblr​ 6K Roll The Dice Challenge using the prompt “ I'm a slave to your games. I'm just a sucker for pain “.
Characters: Negan x Reader (ft. Floral Wallpaper)
Rating: 18+ but maybe less than 98
Warnings: All the warnings. Don’t read this if you get offended by anything typically Negan. Floral Wallpaper.
Word Count: 1,963 
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The sound of the clock echos through your mind. It suffocates your thoughts as it reminds you of the monotonous grind of time. Every "tick" amplified through the dark. The space between each one extending for eternity as the silence between them crashes through you like unrelenting waves on a crumbling cliff face, slowly beating away at your resilience. The rest of the community sleeps blissfully as you lay there, your consciousness unwavering.
Tick.
You roll on to your side and open your eyes, staring blankly at the wall. The floral wallpaper, once pristine, now peels away slightly at the seems, unveiling the illusion of perfection, breaking the once perfect pattern.
The luxuries of the past have long been abandoned. What's the point in keeping the inside looking nice any more? Compared to the horror that lies in the world beyond the mildew covered window of The Sanctuary, the room you're in, even in this state, IS luxury these days. You only need to see a couple of Walkers have their heads smashed in to be cleansed of material desires and become satisfied with basic needs being met.
Another tick of the clock calls an end to the time you're willing to designate to falling asleep. You sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed, exposing them to the chill of the air that your bed sheets were protecting you from.
You feel the layer of dust and dirt on the soles of your feet as they connect with the cold floor. You reach to grab your clothes from the chair next to the bed and pull them on, taking the time to dust the debris from your feet before donning your boots.
You open the door, trying to muffle it's creak by pulling it softly and slowly away from the latch before stepping out into the hallway. You would rather not wake anyone. People would get suspicious if they saw someone walking The Sanctuary grounds in the early hours of the morning.
You make your way along the corridor to the door that leads outside and gently push it open. The cool breeze from outside washes over you, almost through you, as it breaks into the corridor. You take a deep breath, feeling the air fill your lungs, calming you, if just for a moment.
The door comes to a stop with a soft thud, fully revealing the early morning landscape. The trees and buildings in the distance consumed by a mist that spills onto the roads towards you.
As you step out, gravel crunching underfoot, a glint catches your eye. You follow it to its origin, finally laying your eyes on the steel barb wire coiled tightly around a baseball bat, like a snake wrapped tightly around a branch. It's doing no harm where it is but anger it and it will bite! Lucille, resting by the man himself, Negan.
You wonder if you can back away, sink back into the darkness of the doorway but it's too late, even though he isn't facing you, you know he knows you're there.
He stands, leaning on a barrier, his folded arms resting along it supporting the weight of his upper body, leather jacket taught across is broad back. Lucille stands propped against the barrier beside him, perfectly inanimate yet still so menacing. It's like the bat had a presence all of it's own, bringing fear to many while being nothing more than a prop to the horrors of it's master.
You have wanted to be this close to Negan for such a long time but now, in his presence, you freeze. Just standing there taking him in, feeling your heart thump harder in your chest, adrenaline surging through you.
"You just gonna stand there pissin' your pants or are you gonna join me?" His deep voice startles you for a moment, you weren't expecting him to speak. You walk over and lean on the barrier next to him, staring out into the mist.
You sense him turn to look at you but you don't dare look back. Not yet.
"So... who are you?" He says in a gentle deep drawl.
"I am Negan", you respond, now turning your head to look him, traces of a smirk lining your lips.
He chuckles and looks back to the landscape. "Holy shit balls, we got ourselves a joker!"
You don't take your eyes from him, taking in his profile. It's not until you're up-close like this that you can see his imperfections, the lines starting to creep across his skin, breaking the perfect appearance, reminding you of that floral wallpaper.
"What the fuck are you doing awake at this time, Comedian?"
"Can't sleep", you respond.
"Huh. No fuckin' shit!" He pauses for a beat and you say nothing. "Me either."
"Why?" You pry and he lets out a sigh.
"Could you fuckin' sleep if you had to do the shit that I do? Smashin' dead fuckers' heads don't make my prick hard, Joker! Smashin' livin' fuckers', even less so but some fuck's got to protect and lead this community. They haunt me. Every one of the cunts marchin', around my fuckin' thoughts like they're on parade. That's why."
It's an honesty you weren't expecting from him. You had always been sold this fearless, unfazed persona yet here before you stood a man troubled by the actions of his past. Almost broken. For a moment you let yourself pity him.
"Does nothing ever help distract your mind? Help you sleep?" You ask.
"Fuckin' my wives! At least, it used to. But knowing their just fuckin' me out of fear has started to take the shine off the pussy, if you know what I mean? Shit! I wanna slip my cock down the throat of a fucker who wants it, not just because they feel obliged. Then I might have the release I need". His hand slips down and gently caresses the handle of Lucille as if unconsciously.
You're so close to getting what you have wanted for a long time and you know you can get it if you play your cards right.
"WANT ME TO GIVE THE OLD CODGER A DAVID BLOWIE?", you exclaim.
"Oooh err, yes please, if that's okay with you, like? If you like don't mind and stuff and that?" He says back in a melancholy tone not far from how a school boy might ask for his ball back when he kicked it into his neighbours garden.
"You want to?"
"WANT TO? I'D FUCKING LOVE TO!" you whisper. "GIMME THAT WONDER WURST!"
You drop to your knees. Ouch! You think. You should have gotten down gently. Why the fuck you decided to drop so hard no one fucking knows.
You undo his pants revealing his big, flaccid whopper. "It's flaccid." You say. "Yes" he replies.
You stick out your tongue and touch the head of his penis with it as though your testing an ice lolly to see how cold it is. THWACK! His instant erection ploughs into your chin, essentially upper cutting you, and knocks you over. His meat looks like a big fat sausage that's about to explode. You get back to your knees and take his shaft in your hand. "Hey ho, here we go, yo!", you sing into his flesh stick like it's a microphone, before... boom! You slam that happy package right on down your gob hole! Your head smacking back and forth like your headbanging to a heavy metal track. Your throat is making noises like a fucking plunger making hard work out of a toilet or some shit. Like gluh, ung, gug, guh, glug, guh, guh, guh, gug, gluh, ug, ugh, glug... ... guh, gluh, uh, ugh. You had to stop in the middle there to take a little breath. You are human after all.
Anyway your smashing his trouser snake and shit and he fucking loves it and all that and he is like "yeah, yeah, ooh, fuckin' yeah" and shit. Drool is all puddling on the floor beneath you and all that and like splashing all over the place, you know. Like, step off Shamoo, people need to be careful of MY splash zone! And you like grab the shaft in one hand and the balls in the other and stuff and your like working it like that. Your tongue giving it the biggun on his nut balls. Like slip, slop, lollipop mother fucker. Better tongue action than a fucking ant eater. You pushing your tongue down his urethra and give a good old lick all up in there. Then you start slurping on that junk like a fucking kid trying to get the last of their slushy. And his eyes are popping out his head and shit and he's like "Holy shit balls, joker this is a damn acceptable level blow jay." And you like slap it on your forehead and shit and like maybe prod yourself in the eye with it a bit, I dunno. And you like slap it and he looks at you like "uh okay, I s’pose" and then you slap it again because fuck it. And back in the face opening it goes. Plunger noise returns. And he maybe grabs your hair or maybe not, maybe if you're into that and you're not but maybe you are. And he is all like, "I'm going to do a cum" and you're like "pardon?" And he's like "I'm going to do a cum" and you're like, "sorry what?" And he's like "I'm going to..." and you stop sucking and are like, "I'm so sorry, I can't hear you over the racket". He's like, "ever so sorry, I was just letting you know, I was going to do a bit of a cum" and you're like, "Right you are, Sonny Jim" and stick his whoopsie back in your cock pocket of a mouth. Then all of a sudden, without any warning whatsoever, *pew, pew* he does a bit of a cum in your throat making you gag. Then like a fucking fireman's house, white spaff juice sprays out of the end sending you flying backwards as he drenches you with his load. Like DRENCHES you. When he is done, you pull a hanky from your pocket and wipe the corners of your mouth. You have some class after all.
You get to your feet and walk back over to him, a twinkle in your pink eye.
"Thanks Joker, that was okay, I really fuckin' needed that".
You blush slightly and lean in for a kiss. As your faces connect you take his lip in between your teeth and hold it there. You hold it there until you feel it go slack in your grasp, until his eye's glaze over and then you pull out the knife you had plunged into his throat, his blood starting to gush over you. His body goes limp and falls to the floor with a thud. The vibration knocks Lucille from her perch and she falls across his slumped body. You wipe the blood from the knife on your shirt and place it back through your belt, behind your back. You had finally got what you had come for and you didn't care what it took to get it. You didn't fear the walking dead but you did fear what someone might do to you if they found you like this so you decide it best to head off. You step over Negan's lifeless body and start your walk home. After all, people will be waking up soon and it's a long walk back to Alexandria.
... oh yeah! You sing "I'm a slave to your games. I'm just a sucker for pain" as you walk off or something.
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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years
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Tuesday 26 June 1838
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fine morning F67 ½° at 6 ¾ - our Hotel de France very good – the best we have been at yet since Paris – off from Poitiers at 7 5 – thro’ narrow but better streets than last night, and pretty level – passed the grille barrier gate at 7 10 – fine extensive plane all around Poitiers – one might very well make headquarters à l’hotel de France à Poitiers for a week or 10 days, if one had so much time at disposal
(Wednesday Morning à Ruffec, 28 June 1838) and see the old Roman aqueduct ¼ lieue s. pr*s d’une maison [nominée] l’ermitage – and at ¼ de lieue N. Pierre Levée monument celtique – and 1 lieue distant better old abbey of Noaillè and village of Beauvoir le champ de Maupertuis on se donna la bataille de Maupertuis on de Poitiers 1356 at which John King of France was taken prisoner – another Pierre levée near the village of Bellefaye sur l’ancien chemin de P- à Mirebeau – See also at 8 l. from P- Montmorillon and curious mass of old masonry (‘immense étendue de terrain convenient de plusieur couches de pierre’) near the town of Civeau d’l’arrondement of Montmorillon and see Civray again  - on la Charente river in the most fertile part of the department – Church dedicated au vrain Dieu sous Charlemagne – vid. A-‘s nouevelle guide Voyageur in France curious old temple monument at Montmorillon
Croutelle picturesque village at 7 27 and a little damp and small rain spite of the cool breeze or window asleep – Vivonne ill built village – alight to breakfast at the far end of the village aux trois Piliers at 8 ½ by my watch the people said it was only 8 10 – Dirty noisy house – waited ½ hour and wrote out ½ of yesterday – breakfast sans nappe – good milk in very dirty white jug, and good butter and café, and ½ toasted bread and a long roll of yesterday at least for which charged 4/. instead of 3/. so would only give la fille ./20 - - she had burst open the door into the room when we were after breakfast – and in another were a fille and a postillion – riot and noises in all directions – A- and I did job in one room – off from Vivonne at 10 18 red, sandy road – hilly – wood,
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and grass and corn – oat and barley very short and thin – what will A- become she is very little companionable  always poorly or out of sorts ssomeway – wants to be quiet – she is like a millstone round my neck – Le minières at 10 50 poor village – small drizzling rain – walnut and cherry trees along the road sides – goodish oak wood, and, park wise, some magnificent Spanish chestnuts the 1st I have observed and green hedges here and there – red sandy marly ? land, and now 11 25 1st plants I have observed of bled de Turquie – nice well wooded, fine, comfortable looking country but ‘sol calcare et peu fertile’ at 11 ½ good stone bridge over Dive river a broad shallow brook, and good little village Couché-Verac at 11 tolerable little [bong] – nice large old marché – heavy round tiled roof on heavy stone piliers – fine avenue of Spanish chestnuts and walnuts along from Couché V- and fine, wide, extensive wooded country – red sandy stony land – very little depth of soil – not more than 2 or 3 in. apparently and that full of calcareous stone – Chaunoy at 12 40 picturesque straggling village – Maisons blanches at 1 18 small good straggling village – at 1 35 leaving the two servants with the carriage A- and I off to Civray in crazy old chaise de poste with postilion  and 2 horses tout compris for 20/. there and back as agreed with the old post master (né 1766 aetatis 72 and his wife 76) – 3 lieues but the road newly made, a great highroad (route départmenentale) .:. would charge 2 postes there and 2 ditto back – would take us 1 ½ hour to go and the same to return – I had told A- that I feared we should not be repaid and that if we went on without this delay, we might sleep at Angoulême – however she preferred going and going in the chaise de p. – Bon! off we were and such a [?] jolting I had never had in my life – to be sure we went there in ¾ hour (about 7 miles English not more certainly) and returned the same – but somehow anything hung on springs could knock about so terribly I could not imagine for the road was actually good and smooth – no ruts – occasionally newly but well and small broken flints – nothing to jolt on in anything even as good as a Russian Telega? I thought of poor Cochrane so jolted on his return to Moscow that he spat blood for sometime afterwards – I soon found sitting intolerable so made my legs carry me and leaned against the seat stopping my head which saved me shock of the from the jolting, and merely heated me by the uncomfortableness of  the position (there and back) I never spoke nor looked at A- who, however, sat and bore it, and landed at Civray looking as if she had come unhurt – market day – our hotel (trois piliers) all alive with country people – we had a large 2 or bedded chamber au 1er – very old house like all the rest in the grande Place – our windows faced the very curious old church – ordered an omelette for A- to be ready when we came in, and then off to church – A-sat within sketching the interior – not worth it, but I said nothing fearing the heat of the sun outside – the oldest tomb inscription (one of the floor-flags all much worn) I could find was 1427 – no inscriptions save on the floor-flags and these much worn – the interior evidently added long after the old front towards the grande place – this I should suppose to be du temps des Empereurs Romanes – an old 3 arch gateway or façade of Basilica or what – very interesting –the middle archway considerably larger than the 2 side archways – all rich in sculpture – the side archways – 3 moulding each of leafwork and a cockatrice border? but the middle arch very rich – 4 moudlings – leaves figures – cockatrices – lotus? I cannto tell the order of the top moulding tho’ a good deal mutilated, evidently a old very curios representation of the zodiac – as I stood facing the door beginning at the left was
1 Aquarius.  a man sitting in a chair and another astride of his head pouring out a pitcher of water
2 Pisces.   a man sitting (with his shoes off-placed at his right foot and looking like strong ¼ boots of the present day) and  two fishes over his head.
3................. a man standing at something the branchy trunk of a tree, and a goat over his head.
4................ a human figure and leaves and a bird on one stone
5................ and 2 animals on 2 stones above n° 4
6 gemini
7............. 1 stone leafy
8......... virgo
9......... cancer forming the crown stone of the arch (a round arch) –
10........... then 8 stones on the 1st a human head with short horns: on the other stone figures and indistinct –
11 ........... one man with a basket on his shoulders (of grapes?) and another standing in a round tub behind him (wine press?) and
12 scorpio (Scorpion) underneath
13............. two stones
14............... Archer ½ beast the upper ½ man with bow (and arrow?)
15...........Indistinct stone
16............2 oxen eating out of one oblong trough
17........... 2 stones indistinct
over the 3 arches is a broad entablature with large figures and left side (facing the arches)  a large hoses much mutilated our hostess there used to be a prince on his back but at the grande revolution he was destroyed – the sculpture altogether good – the figures round the lowest moulding of the great consists of well done figures in basso-relievo – Roman costume? above the entablature is a moulding along the whole front as if forming the top finish – very curious remain, see it again and have no time and less jolting – the church is built up on all sides save to the grande Place with stables and houses – the clocher has been recently repaired and several other little repairs have been done – one descends into the church by 4 or 5 deep steps – went along the left side the church (supposing me standing facing the west end) along narrow dirty passage the way to stables, and stood sketching an
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old gothic round headed window (but not of the date of the west front) – struck with the window head formed of 9 stones about 3 ½ or 4in. broad inside circumference – each stone rounded or fluted in 4 flutes and the convex of one stone put against the concave of its neighbour so as to form these dots 14 on each side the middle dot, liek nail-heads finished to a point in right 3 sided (prismatic) rays a b   2 elephants with saddle like that and girth all round (across the chest of the animal) on the opposite capital merely [?] the trunks of the 2 animals mutilated but distinguishable – this window looks very ancient, and as the building was consecrated au vrai Dieu sous Charlemagne, may date from this period?
fine country to Civray but red soil not more than 3 or 4 in. deep to the calcareous rock – good road – fine well-wooded country
went in with A- at 3 to see that her omelette was ready then left her for about ½ hour to take another look at the curious west front of the church, and made the tour of the grande place and its old round tile covered wood pilier supported rough paved marché full of little peasant traders and their stables with coarse clothes woollen and linen and pots and pans and bled (corn) etc.
the mistress of the house tells me the country has no commerce but in bled, and a large family has hard to do to live – the new road will do them good and several gentlemen have already come to her house to sketch the church – building a new hotel de ville – Civray being the chief lieue d’l’arrondissement – the old castle (chateau fort) destroyed during la grande revolution – A- took a little sketch of teh curious façade from our windows – off home again at 4 25 and at Maison blanches at 5 7 jolted as before – A- began to look a little dismal but I said nothing – she had a little of Noyau in the carriage – leaned back, lay down on reaching Ruffec till dinner and seemed even better than usual afterwards – herself proposed walking in the garden and the little tour in the town afterwards – stood talking at the maitre de poste at Maisons Blanches till off again from there at 5 20 – he said the 2 hotels at Ruffect were both good (les amabassaders and la Poste – glad to have come to the latter) he mentioned the hotel des ambassaders at Bordeaux and hotel des ministres but on my naming the hotel de Rouen said it was quite new – very good – but being quite new one could hardly say if it was well monté – not much company had passed this way yet – Just out of maison blanches 2 mares with a young mule each – beautiful road – shaded by fine walnut and Spanish chesnut trees and thro’ forest chiefly of the latter and oak – hilly road at 6 pm meet Paysanne on horseback astride as at the Pyrenees – at Ruffec at 6 10 – dinner downstairs at 7 – out at 8 in the garden then sauntering about in the old narrow streeted, boulder stone paved town – no idea the town had been so large – building a nice hotel de ville near in the little grande Place – luckily we found the church – several steps (8? + 4 down to the church door from the street) down into it – very ancient west front in the style of that at Civray but less rich and rather smaller altogether – however very interesting and apparently of the same period – home at 9 ¼ - F67° at 9 ¾ pm small drizzling rain in the morning fine from about 1 pm for the rest of the day
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lai guanlin first meeting! AU
summary: in which you meet the new guy from taipei in your neighbourhood at the park playing basketball and you help him overcome his language barrier ft. seonho
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a/n: i just saw wanna one yesterday at kcon and they are amazing. i have a fan account coming up soon basically i had hi touch with them (as well as monsta x, sf9, pentagon - i’ll explain why i got so many without spending any money) im also hardcore monobebe now rip me hyungwon was so smiley during hi touch omg and changkyun and kihyun are perfect. i wrote this a while ago lol so its not edited. but HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUANLIN (i told him this in chinese but no idea if he replied) im so hekjdqekjfheq post concert depression is peeking i stan all the groups that were at kcon now ;;; thats like 30 groups i stan in total now rip me 
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note: normal font is speaking in korean and italics is speaking in chinese 
you’ve been living in seoul for 2 years already
you were born in australia and from there you had lived in hong kong and france 
and hence you could speak 4 languages fluently; english, korean, chinese and french 
your mum was chinese and your dad was half korean and half french 
people were always in awe of how “cool” your ethnicity was and you definitely agreed it was unique
but you didn’t like how once you finally had settled into a new country, you’d have to move to another and try to adapt again
and it was also really easy to lose touch with the friends you’d made
anyways enough of that lmao
you are now living in the city of seoul in korea 
and you were lucky that you fitted in quite well and your neighbour was yoo seonho who was probably the most outgoing kid ever who knew literally everyone 
so he basically introduced you to everyone 
he was one year younger than you but very smart so you guys were in the same grade 
you two would often walk home together and crash each other’s houses to do  homework together
anyways back on track AGAIN i need help lmao 
it was almost the start of the new school year 
and one week before school started again 
you were collecting the mail from the letterbox when seonho happened to be heading out 
he saw you and waved
“hey y/n!!!!!!”
you waved back “hey seonho” 
“omg i almost forgot to ask you, do you wanna come to the park right now?”
“right now? why?” you asked
“you haven’t met the new guy here, lai guanlin right?” asked seonho as he pronounced lai guanlin with an awkward accent that was mixed with korean and chinese 
“uhhh lai guanlin? that’s a chinese name” you replied 
“yes yes stop showing off your chinese y/n” replied seonho rolling his eyes 
you laughed, since seonho could only speak korean you sometimes taught him some chinese and he just sounded super funny whenever he spoke chinese 
“well what about this lai guanlin dude?” you asked seonho going back on topic
“you have to meet him y/n, he’s from  taiwan and he’ll be coming to our school” replied seonho
“oh thats nice,” you answered in a half hearted tone not really interested 
“y/n!!!” whined seonho
“what” 
“you have to meet him because he’s basically a super star and he’s playing basketball at the park today” 
“a super star? what do you mean?”
“he’s super good looking” 
you sighed seonho knew you liked any guy that was good looking even though nothing ever worked out between your previous crushes because they either were 1) taken or 2) had crappy personalities 
he’d always try to matchmake you off lmao and you’d do the same to him 
“how good looking is he?” you asked jokingly
“HES MORE HANDSOME THAN ME” said seonho proudly as he thumped his chest loudly 
you scoffed, “whatever dude not interested” as you decided to head back inside to finish watching the new variety show you had started earlier that day 
“no seriously, i even ship you guys already, he’s so good looking. i’ll shout you fried chicken tonight, that’s how desperate i am” said seonho 
it was unusual for seonho to offer to shout you fried chicken so you reluctantly agreed and before you knew it, seonho was dragging you to the park and you couldn’t even change out of your trackies into something more presentable 
you guys arrived at the park and before approaching the basketball courts, seonho first pulled you behind a tree
“seonho why the heck are we hiding behind a tree?” you asked sighing at seonho’s actions
“you need mental preparation beforehand because he’s really handsome, too hot for you to handle” 
“pfffffttt” 
“there he is! the tall one with black hair!” whispered seonho pointing towards the basketball courts, you rolled your eyes ready to be disappointed 
seonho would always claim a guy was good looking and whenever you checked them out, they were just really average so you were literally only at the park for the free fried chicken shout afterwards
you turned around eyes following where seonho was pointing at and your brain froze
there playing basketball on the court was the most gorgeous guy you’d ever laid eyes on
his hair was a natural black colour, his body was lean and slightly muscular, he had pale skin that was literally glowing in the sunlight
he also had a slight dimple poking out on one side of his cheek when he smiled, nice lips, a high nose, and the way his beautiful eyes were determined yet mesmerising when shooting the ball in the hoop
you gawked at his handsomeness for a good minute same with seonho lmao this kid
before seonho nudged you, “see he’s good right?”
“yes” you reply immediately almost breathless as your breath was literally taken away by his beauty 
but you thought of your previous good looking crushes and tried to come back to reality even though you could feel your heart racing 
“nah but he probably has a crap personality, since all of the good looking guys do” you say 
“no no he’s super down to earth, let me introduce you to him!” says seonho and before you get to reply
seonho is dragging you to the courts 
“HEY GUANLIN” yells seonho 
guanlin stops playing basketball and looks over at you guys while waving to seonho 
you awkwardly look away feeling shy as he approached closer 
“guanlin, this is y/n who i told you about and y/n this is guanlin the super star,” says seonho 
“seriously seonho don’t call me that!” says guanlin as seonho laughed
you were once again mesmerised because guanlin’s voice was so nice, it was like  mixture of deep but also sweet???
“what did you say about me seonho?” you mutter
“seonho said you were happy to tutor me korean if thats ok?” replies guanlin 
“uh wait what” you say confused
“oh no it’s ok if you don’t want to i understand,” says guanlin quickly 
“but you’d be happy to right?” chimes seonho mischievously 
“seonho didn’t tell you that?” asks guanlin as he had paused to catch on with what seonho was saying 
you shake your head
“seonho is such an idiot” says guanlin smiling widely revealing a gummy smile
which you literally found to be the cutest smile ever 
“yep he’s the biggest idiot ever” you reply
“what did you say???” asks seonho confused looking between you two
you and guanlin laugh making eye contact 
and you feel all warm and fuzzy inside kjahkdquhfqllqqhk
“don’t you worry” you reply chuckling at seonho
“well looks like you two can have your alone time since you don’t need me anymore” pouts seonho as you and guanlin start blushing heheheh 
seonho steals the basketball guanlin is holding and runs off to the courts
and you feel your heart racing again because you’re now alone with guanlin even though seonho is really only 5 metres away lmao 
you guys both feel the awkwardness but for some reason feel warm inside
and like guanlin is really tall so he’s sort of towering over you but it feels protective???
anyways you decide to muster up your courage and say, “well i can tutor you in korean, when should we start?” you ask 
“really?? thank you so much y/n, i’m sorry this was unexpected and that seonho didn’t tell you” says guanlin
“that’s okay i’m happy to help you out!” you reply, blushing as you thought of tutoring such a handsome boy with such a great personality you were lowkey proud of yourself 
“thanks again y/n,” says guanlin, smiling softly down at you, once again revealing his gummy smile, “i have my books here, can we start now?”
“sure” you nod happily in response
this school year was going to be different, a very nice different..
lmao little did you know that seonho had shown guanlin your picture and guanlin insisted seonho to get you to tutor him heheh
hope you guys enjoyed this, I LOVE WANNA ONE SOBS I HOPE YOU ALL GET TO MEET THEM LIKE I DID 
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i'm asking a ton of questions now (bc i'm inspired abt worldbuilding rn), but do they have gods? or deities, spirits, do they believe in an afterlife? also are there many different religions? if so, how are they like? also- did they live in like, trees or what was it? do they have temples or other holy places? and are those places, if they exist, so honored that it would be unthinkable to have war and murder inside those areas? also what are their wars like? why do they go to war? :DD
OH MY GOD SO MANY QUESTIONS AHAHA ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME
I will answer them per question! ^^ and I’ll put it under a read more because it’s kind of long! :D
Do they have gods? Or deities, spirits, do they believe in an afterlife? They have only one thing that could be considered a god, and that is the Universe :) since before 1000 Orbits ago, they have known that the Universe exists. Though their history is pretty vague in many aspects (before Emily discovers lots of stuff) there is only one thing that has been constant throughout all these Orbits, and that is: The Universe Exists. Everyone knows it and no one has ever questioned it. The Universe hands out magical powers to those she can give them too. The ones who can receive a magical power are those who carry the gene of Florendra’s magic, and you can never predict if a child will have that gene - neither can the Universe. So sometimes Neflora find it unfair when they do or don’t have a magical power, but since no one can do anything about it, there’s no use complaining :o There is also a rumour going around that the magical creatures named “Daihélie” can communicate with the Universe - which is true! But it hasn’t been proven for many many Orbits. Again, it is Emilaya who revises this proof :)
They don’t have other deities, but they are familiar with the concept of nymphs! A nymph on Elunia is a person who is extremely magical and who has a great importance for the planet. Every single Neflora with the power of Sylencie receives the title “Salyndra”: “Dimension Nymph”. There have been four “Salyndras” before Emilaya. A nymph can be anyone of any gender! The other frequently appearing nymph is Florendra: “Nature Nymph” (”dra” means “nymph” :)). Florendra has two counterparts that were created after she locked herself in her cave: one in the water, and one in the sky. She only vaguely knows those two exists and doesn’t pay attention to them lol. The Neflora know they exist but don’t interact with them. Only Newaflora and Neluflora interact with those nymphs (and only when it comes to it, which is not very often). Those two nymphs are named Walindra, “Water Nymph” and Luzandra, “Sky Nymph”. They don’t feature in the current story but could play a big part in a potential sequel ^^ (this really helps thinking thank you so much for all these questions ahaha).They believe in the afterlife! They believe in the Realm of Souls. When a Neflora dies, they receive a formal burial by the royal family, who use their power of Light to send their soul to the Realm of Souls. The body of the person who has died also disappears when that happens, which is a bit sad :/ And spirits… that is a bit of a remarkable case. They believe in the spirits of those who have passed away, and some can feel their presence! But definitely never in a scary way. The Neflora with the power of Sylencie, when they die, receive the option of the Universe to be sent to the Waterfall of Sylencie, a place where they can basically live forever with all the other Sylencie Feflora who have ever lived and who have decided to go there. The living Feflora with the power of Sylencie can actually visit them! When Emilaya does so, the four other ones are all there. They all had their reasons to decide to go to the Waterfall of Sylencie instead of the Realm of Souls, but I have no idea yet what Emilaya will decide… because in the Realm of Sould you can meet everyone who has ever lived on Elunia, including family and friends.Then there is the remarkable case of the Yukaï. At some point, they develop a way to let their spirits/souls come out when their body dies. Those souls, named ghosts by the Neflora, have such a destructive power that they can kill someone with one touch. It’s horrible D: but it’s also proof that spirits/souls exist within bodies. When they are killed as “living spirits” though, they die forever and won’t go to the Realm of Souls. On Usverna (the neighbouring planet the Yukaï come from) the Yukaï have an actual way of transporting themselves from their Realm of Souls to the physical world. But only the strongest ancestors can do that, with the power of he magical moon of Usverna.
Also are there many different religions? If so, how are they like?There’s a short answer to this one! :D nope, there are no religions~ everyone only believes in the Universe, and for the Newaflora and the Neluflora there are the Nymphs. They do honour them, but not really with temples or churches. It’s more appreciating than honouring though. Walindra swims through the water and receives small talk wherever they go, and in the sky the Neluflora actually chill with Luzandra as if it’s nothing :’) Florendra of course has a dark past, and Emilaya’s arrival is the beginning of her roaming around the Neflora in Sinalópolis. She has been inside a cave for 1000 Orbits! So she’s not good at socialising lol but she’ll become better at it~ especially when she meets creatures she cares for. They don’t start honouring Florendra since they never have and they don’t know how (though Florendra would appreciate it) but at the end she receives such a marvellous thanks from the Neflora that she’s okay with it haha
Also- did they live in like, trees or what was it?Most do indeed! Trees are the most used nature-y things to live in, but flowers without stem and mushrooms are also used! Luciora lives in a tulip, and before Robin and his family moved to the capital, they lived in a mushroom ^^ the royal palace for example is an entire collection of plants connected to each other :) the schools are in trees but the classrooms are like small wooden houses; the Tree of Healing is well, in a tree xD; Emilaya, Robin and Bellány all live in trees; the Lover’s Tree is a tree; etc :)
Do they have temples or other holy places? And are those places, if they exist, so honored that it would be unthinkable to have war and murder inside those areas?Hmmm, no, not really I think :o Emilaya is not familiar with the concept of a temple, which becomes clear when she’s in another dimension where they do have a temple and she’s no idea what it is ^^ there are some holy places, but it’s not holy in the sense of that it would be awful if there was war there; more like, so holy that no-one can reach them :D the Waterfall of Sylencie is one of those places, the Central Point to all dimensions too, and another one is Florendra’s Cave. Florendra made sure no one could ever even see the circle of protection surrounding her, unless they possessed the power of Sylencie. (Funny enough, only the power of Sylencie can enter the Waterfall and the Central Point)(Holy things are probably connected to Nymphs on Elunia lol). But basically, to every Neflora Elunia itself is a holy place. The thought of war or destruction or pain on their planet is extremely horrible to them. The palace is also quite a holy place and in one of Emilaya’s nightmares the burning palace is a symbol for desctruction and despair. But for the rest… no, I don’t think so ^^ I’ll come back to this if I think of anything :) 
Also what are their wars like? Why do they go to war? :DD Hahaha I love the happy smileys behind this xD okay so there are two important wars in the history of Elunia. The first one was 1017 Orbits ago and the entire answer to this question is kind of a huge spoiler xD but it was right after the Black Hole had decided to swallow Elunia as a whole. Though Elunia contained life, which is holy to both the Universe and the Black Hole. So he made a pact with the magicless Neflora living there: they would receive his dark magic, and he would spare their lives. But the dark magic inside them destroyed everything. There was constant fighting, pain, no love, etc. The Universe took action against this, and created Florendra who would be able to save Elunia. Though the dark Neflora started attacking her, which angered her and caused her to lock herself up for 1000 Orbits lol. However, because of the attacks, her magic was released and nestled itself in the heart of the planet. This, actually, was a good thing! It is the birth of Florendra from which the Neflora started counting. Florendra is by the way one of the few myths they still know of! Because of a book that was written in that time which still remains. It is a small book and actually a miracle it survived 1000 Orbits, but Florendra probable had something to do with that as well (since she managed to get a message written inside it). So from that moment on Elunia became a planet full of nature, beauty and magic. And the war was practically over. But something happened of which Neflora weren’t aware or forgot about throughout history, and that is that some Neflora did not want to stay on a planet which would become good and pure (lol) so they travelled to their neighbouring planet, Usverna, where they could live their own dark life. But now, in the setting of my story, the creatures have decided to try to corrupt the heart of Elunia with their dark magic (persuased by their evil ancestors)(but they’re also kind of fleeing from them). So they start a war with the Neflora (through the ages their species name changed and became Yukaï).It is not really a war as on earth I guess, with armies and stuff. The Yukaï fight using surprised and weird, unexpected attacks, like trying to attack the Queen (who holds up the barrier against enemies around the planet), and later personally attacking Emilaya, since they have found out she is the only one who can stop them. There are a few direct confrontations with the Yukaï: the first one when they break through the barrier and attack the capital; the second when they break free from Florendra’s prison and attack at the Rain Feast, the third one when the Neflora infiltrate their prison camp to retrieve Emilaya’s power of Sylencie, and the fourth one when they decide only one final battle can save Elunia. Between these four fights, there are more confrontations and issues caused by the Yukaï that need to be solved. The Neflora never plan on attacking the Yukaï because they’re more or less waiting for Emilaya to collect all Objects to create the weapon (helloooo pressure~). But meanwhile they are training for the bigger fights. The Royal Army of Neflora is expanding by recruiting new people, and the Nenoflora start an army as well (#Luciora). Finally the Feflora learn how to use their powers for battle, something Emilaya always wanted to learn haha. And the training come out handy when they’re fighting! At the last big battle, everyone who has trained their hardest comes together to fight together against the Yukaï. The Yukaï have strange magical powers, of which Peter at some point discover that there’s one mineral they use, which has to do with Magic of Location. This sounds a bit vague, but they use that magical mineral (among other things) to make their flying ship, to teleport Neflora that were hit with a certain attack towards their prison, and to block Emilaya’s portal to Elunia. So even when they’re stuck in Florendra’s prison, they attack passively - and extremely annoyingly. It required some Neflora to actually go to the prison and fix what they have done from the inside. The Neflora are forced to attack the Yukaï when they have stolen Emilaya’s power of Sylencie; and they also are the ones to attack at the very end in the great battle. But the Yukaï have created many ways to attack too, among other things by transforming into destructive ghosts when their bodies die; and creating a power that can temporarily block the Neflora’s magical powers, and powers that paralyse Neflora, etc. It gets kind of intense!
So… I guess this is more or less it! :O thanks so much for all these questions haha! I loved answering them and I hope you don’t mind this being so long… ^^” @bitsynoya in case you’re also interested, I’m tagging you :) (other story talk posts questions by dear Myrsky are in the Story Talk tag! ^^)
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loggiebear77-blog1 · 4 years
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Hi my name is Logan Lariviere. death is the one thing that we all fear yet we are running ourselves straight into it. Our world is ending. I know that seems to be a common issue for the modern world but it’s true. All that’s around us. The poverty, over use of power, starvation and dehydration and the health of humans and our planet are failing and failing still. yet we are all still humans with the same problem. We can’t act together to help our future. Everyone is trying different things like those new metal straws and biodegradable cups and plastics. This is not even close. It’s a small step but we need a lot more. But in reality and what is going to happen is bad. It will kill everyone and leave no one. yet people in developing and developed countries are still not seeing this. We need to come together and I’m not meaning protest to the five governments that care I’m saying everyone. We need to be together at this time because soon it will be too late and no one will be left. i think the main reason why is that no one knows what truly is going to happen and that should be scaring us the most that we have no idea how or when we are all dead. We live in the most modern society that has ever lived on this planet and yet we still can’t get along. We are all the same people with brains and that are thinking subconsciously about everything. We have all had a life. My life. Your life. Your neighbours life. That random person beside you has had a whole life full of going to high school having a childhood had a shitty life or one of the best life with love hate memories that they have to themselves sitting alone in their bedroom and thinking about the universe. We have all thought and experienced different things and we have the power to be a perfect society. We could be able to share and have our own lives without judgment and no one would ever have to live in fear. I have no experience with gangs or true pain or secret government operations and war but why do we make these things a reality. I want everyone to think about one bad thing in this world. Now think why why would someone some human with the same thinking as me a whole life ahead and behind them with the same thought process as me would want to be part of this. People are literally killing people and stealing and all these other horrible things and for what that the way we grew up. We have the power to change and not make people have to do this. People wouldn’t comment these these things if we where close together with everyone. This is with governments too. they are people too. I would hope that they don’t want these things to happen but are forced too because of other governments and the people making them act the way they do. An example of current things is the debate with North Korea’s dictatorship. I have no say in how Donald trump and Kim jon un work or run their countries but what if they didn’t have to have to worry about going to war because everyone was together. we need to talk and actually make something happen. We need no more hate or suffering even though it sounds hipster and not possible. But it truly could be. There just hasn’t been the chance yet and with all this tech we can have that chance. the amount of communication in this world is insane yet we still can’t be friends with people. There is no need for this kind of stuff to be happening. If we all think for being people to people and no more power and we all just think and truly honestly want to live more than 30 or less years. Then we need to stop this. I’m not saying get rid of governments and gangs using protest and riots I’m saying actually talk. I’m a 17 year old teenager and I don’t know if this is just in my own mind or if it could be true is that we can all work on our planet and figure out what the fuck we have to do in this time. with the whole world behind me and i’m front I believe that we can do something to help us and literally change the rest of human civilization and the future of human race. I’ve seen dozens of movies with futuristic space travel and traveling to other places and I do believe that could be possible in the future. Wouldn’t you want your kids or grand kids or your a million grandchildren away to be able to be possible. Do we want to be known for the turning point of all humanity and will be in history books forever as the first time people have come together and made peace with the world. I’m not saying that it is going to be easy. It will take years and years making true sense of what we are facing but We just need to do it before it’s impossible to change. I am sacred for the human race. That is the truth. I want for our planet and future to live forever and be able to explore our galaxy. We need to find something together to help our planet. We will die and it will be horrible and more suffering than imaginable and all of humanity with fail to exist if we don’t change. We are all the same. It was our dividend past that is only thing that is holding us back from being one. If we can just forget the past way that we used to live we can help our planet and our future. my older brother nick is married to rayna and she was from china. i’ve heard so many stories from her of how difficult it is to live there and i just don’t understand why. why would you not want to change something that you can change. there is no force saying be at war and make lives miserable. it’s us. we are doing it to ourselves. she says that china has such a demand for schooling but for what. to work your whole live and see nothing of the world. because that’s what most people’s lives are. just work and sleep. that’s not living and we can change that we just need to find out how. I’ve had a recent encounter at my local beach with my beautiful girlfriend Hailey gies. It was actually helpful for this and it was with a small family of I think 5-6. It was a little boy 11 I’m guessing and I can remember him yelling “look you can actually swim here!” That made me think for those few seconds after. I first thought oh maybe they just lived with no public pools but then I saw that they where from another country and realized that it wasn’t that. It was that for their whole life that they haven’t seen a clean usable fresh water to be able to swim in. I think that’s horrible. It’s difficult for people that live in places like Canada or any where clean to imagine never being about to watch a clean sunset and go swimming. Let me say that again. Some, no most people in our world have never seen a clean sunset or beach. How bad is that. and that’s right now not with all the new pollution being made and it’s getting worse. i’ve taken dozens of trips up to my cottage in my life already and i love it there. clean, trees everywhere, crystal clear lakes and fish forever. it’s a great place to go and i recommend it. but i’m very lucky. 98% i’m guessing of the worlds population has never seen or been to a place like that. and why not. because no one knows how to respect nature fully and also have people live there. we are all dead in 30 years or less. it’s not fake or just me scaring you into helping. it’s actually true. all life. all nature. all water. all houses. all corporations. all gangs. all hate. and i would hope this would be the most important. no us. no more humans because of us. we will create a mass suicide and it’s gonna be bad. no one gonna get out of this. rich. poor. dictators. or anyone. i believe that the main reason why we can’t figure this out is because we don’t have everyone with us. we cant do this with even half the population and we aren’t even close to that now. we need everyone to help. we need to get rid of these stereotypes and barriers that the past has build us. not us. we can have a whole new way of life if we can stop having these stupid things about another race. like come on we really have to think badly about everyone. we only think bad about another race is because we grew up on not knowing and only hearing the negative things about places. but think about it. if we had the whole world together you don’t think we could have better everything. faster travel. space travel. clean energy. and everything in between. we could have a perfect world. there will be thousands of problems starting this and getting it to everyone but once we do. it will be amazing. yes some people might take years to convince and change their ways but that’s why we have to start now. we have to give ourselves time to come together and think of how to get either off this planet or save it. and that’s not a lot of time to take the whole world and basically move everyone off. it will take long to plan, build, discover, and figure out a way to do it and that’s why we need to start now. we will all die if we don’t come together. that’s it. we will not survive this planet if we don’t. it’s that easy. either we can start coming together and get busy or sit around and wait 20 years to die. all of your memories, family, dog, fish, your family name, your grandpas funny stories, your crush in 8th grade, your car, your food, your room, your most hated teacher and your most loved one, that random kid that you laughed at when he said a funny joke, that guy that just took your last meal order at Swiss chalet. everything. gone. then when in the future because it will probably eventually happen extraterrestrial life will come to earth and see what was once us and morn that we couldn’t figure out how to save ourselves. do we want to be known through the whole universe that we killed ourself out of greed and war. we will be known as the dumb organisms that couldn’t figure out how to live. the size of our universe is massive. it’s bigger than massive. it it the literal largest thing in any thing possible. think about how much exploration that we would get out of just visiting one new planet and we would learn so much from just our solar system. think about all that we have learned from from just the earth alone. the knowledge that we would get from getting off this planet would be expediently. we would never not have something to do. we could go to the moon for a day trip like we go to the beach. and what is stopping us. nothing except us. who is having fun living right now. having debt, worrying about passing classes, worrying if you have enough food to feed your family. and no one want to live like this but we still do. why can’t we live lives like we want too. we have the technology we just need to work together to get the technology to work together instead of a race. we are treating our lives like a race whoever has the most money or tech wins and gets to live wealthy. but if you don’t have access to those you have to live poor and work and work and work. we can live together now and with no wars. there is literally no more point to wars. it used to be we couldn’t understand and communicate well enough with them but now i can send a message in sarnia and it be in china in a second. the past didn’t have that luxury that’s why their wars started but as of right now if one person does one small thing that another country doesn’t like. we all die. if we get into any more wars that’s it. we die. our earth can’t stand another war with the weapons we have now. we are going into a new generation of life like nothing has been done before. the way of life that has been going on for centuries and longer is completely changing soon. we are going to move forward as a species just like we are just evolving from a primate. we are going to be the first generation that is going to make space travel easy and fast. we are going to be the first ones that have figured out how to work together and be proud of what we all accomplished as a human. a new better friendship with all of us involved. no group left out. the way of our time of being separated and against one another has to change. if it doesn’t well we die. if we do our entire lives will change very dramatically and in a good way. think about all the technology and new life and new partnerships and everything that would come from us joining together. when and if we do eventually come together before the end then we will be going into a complete new era. the main problem that i think is that the way that we have raised our children in the past has been negative instead of positive. by that i mean we should be setting up our children for the future and not how to be perfect. modern times has helped with this but that’s the problem. only modern times not the past. in the past kids where treated like a adult and weren’t taught how to be better. i mean that our parents and grandparents have been raised as the world and life is a job. no time for fun. and that’s why they grow up to be the way they are. we can’t change what has happened and i am sorry for everyone that has had a bad terrible childhood because that’s what the times called for. but these are new times. we can change how we move forward. you can never get your childhood back but we can make a great world for your grandchildren or kids to grow up in and also for you to have the life that you wanted. i’m not saying everyone’s was bad but there was definitely a negative impact on what the older generation views are. we can’t blame them for what has happened. they didn’t know. but know we do and we need change. i’m writing this for three main reason. one i want everyone to grow and live and our planet to survive. two i want our future generations to have a place to live that is clean and won’t kill them. third i want to live with my family and friends to make memories laughter sadness kindness and everything in between for my whole life and i don’t want that to be shortened by something that we could of stopped. i think everyone wants that. people say that history repeats itself. the black plague. ebola virus. wars. any sort of thing that has decreased our population. if we don’t change something this is going to happen again but on a global scale. and again. and again. that’s why history repeats itself. but we could change it. what if we could make it so we could change history and not let a massive population die because of something that we could of prevented. we all have one thing th
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HAMIDIYEH (IRAN)
Sweat rolling down his cheek, Ghasem Arabi filled sandbags to prop-up a makeshift dyke as flood waters surged just metres behind him in Iran’s deluge-stricken southwest.
“Our youth are working day and night,” said the 37-year-old nurse as he helped shovel sand into plastic sacks held by fellow residents in the agricultural town of Hamidiyeh.
“God willing this flood will not reach their homes… that’s all they have left,” he said, adding that many had already lost their farmlands to the rising waters.
The oil-rich Khuzestan province and its large Arab minority have been hit by major floods since early April due to heavy rains and floodwater rushing down from the north.
They are the latest in a series of unprecedented floods that have swamped the normally arid country since March 19, killing at least 70 people in 20 of Iran’s 31 provinces.
Iranians form a human chain to ferry sandbags down to the swollen edges of the Karkheh river on April 10, 2019
Iranians walk past a barricade set up to contain flood water in the town of Hamidiyeh, in Iran’s Khuzestan province, on April 10, 2019
Iran’s oil-rich Khuzestan province has been hit by major floods since early April due to heavy rains and floodwater rushing down from the north
In the absence of adequate resources in place to ease such disasters, people are banding together in towns like Hamidiyeh to battle the overflow.
Most women and children have been evacuated but young men and their fathers have stayed behind to help protect their homes, building barriers and banks to beat back the swelling waters of the Karkheh river.
Arabi works at a hospital in Ahvaz city, the capital of Khuzestan, roughly 30 kilometres (18 miles) southeast of Hamidiyeh.
He was on holiday with his family for the Nowruz Persian New Year holiday when the floods started. He decided to stay and help.
“We need clothes, food, drinking water. Running water and power get cut every night,” said Arabi.
His brothers were busy lugging what little furniture and appliances they had up to the roof, hoping to protect them from the tide.
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Floodwaters have already swallowed up some houses along the river bank, seeping into the ground floors of others and turning yards into lakes.
The rising waters have submerged kilometres of surrounding flatlands too.
Many of the newly homeless residents have found shelter with neighbours in parts of the town still hoping to control the flood.
Along the bulging river banks, dozens dig up soil and fill sandbags.
The Karkheh’s water level has risen dangerously close to the town’s sole small bridge. Just a few more metres and the river will only be crossable by boat.
“See that tree? That’s where my garden was,” said one resident, throwing a stone towards a branch poking out of the water.
At one spot along the bank, more than a dozen men formed a chain from a nearby alley to the water’s edge, handing down bags of sand.
The mix of locals, fatigue-clad members of the elite Revolutionary Guards and Muslim clerics wearing black and white robes looked almost jovial — singing revolutionary anthems and upbeat Arabic tunes.
Despite the presence of the Guards, residents said more government help was needed.
“We lack trucks, sandbags… and bulldozers. The situation is very critical,” said Abbas Mansouri, a farmer whose house was heavily damaged but was handing out food, tea and cold water to his neighbours.
Two pumps draining water out of homes were donated by the Guards, locals said, and a bulldozer and a truck working nearby belonged to the government, according to their drivers.
“The government has sent us very little help,” said one resident, without providing his name.
He said he had not seen any Red Crescent workers or soldiers pitching in to help out.
– ‘My heart breaks’ –
The scale of the disaster and a lack of resources has meant the Red Crescent has been forced to prioritise villages with limited means, aid workers with the group told AFP.
The humanitarian organisation only has six helicopters to cover thousands of square kilometres hit by the floods, according to a Red Crescent flight engineer.
The flooding has caused damages worth 40 trillion Iranian rials in Khuzestan — over $280 million at the free market rate — according to an official figure.
Despite oil riches and large agriculture industry, Khuzestan is one of Iran’s most underprivileged provinces.
“Agriculture was their life and now it’s destroyed,” Mostafa Torfi, a 35-year old aid worker, told AFP.
“My heart breaks for the villagers every time I see them … We are doing all we can for them,” he added.
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Iranians band together to battle devastating floods HAMIDIYEH (IRAN) Sweat rolling down his cheek, Ghasem Arabi filled sandbags to prop-up a makeshift dyke as flood waters surged just metres behind him in Iran's deluge-stricken southwest.
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Fortune Shumba
Recently we premiered a track from a devilishly good digital dub EP entitled Dubokaj Meets Fortune Shumba, and immediately we wanted to know more about the singer adding his honeyed vocals to the Swiss producer’s ‘Alpine Dub’. As the title suggests, that singer is Fortune Shumba, a Joburg artist originally from the township of Mpumalanga.
After discovering music while cleaning his father’s taxi cabs, Fortune Shumba determinedly set out on a creative path that was not without its pitfalls. From being ripped off by unscrupulous promoters to getting accidentally stranded in Texas, it’s fair to say the smooth-voiced singer hasn’t had it all his own way. However, aided by a diverse range of influences and his irrepressible artistic energy, Fortune Shumba is showing that there are few barriers to self-expression that can’t be overcome. Read on to learn the rest of his compelling story…
MusicMap: We recently premiered a track from your EP with Dubokaj – what were your favourite moments from those recording sessions?
Fortune Shumba: Hard to pick! I could say the lunch breaks? But then you’ll say I eat too much hahaha so… it has to be when I was first being introduced to the instrumentals with no words and I had to come up with melodies that would perhaps enhance the songs (cause honestly they were already dope without my vocal!). Also cause this was new territory I was branching into, as far as the genre. I’d never really made dub before this.
How did recording with Dubokaj differ from your usual studio experiences?
He really lets you be as weird as you wanne be without giving you the eye LOL! He pays fine attention to fine detail, if a recording take has one tiny thing bothering him he will not be afraid to tell you to do another one. He also has a no rules policy, he makes music that feels good but there is no specific formulae. Anything goes!
Where would be the ideal place to listen to the EP, in your opinion?
With friends once everyone is super baked or alone in bed and in your feels (and/or baked). Bottom line is, it’s even nicer when you are baked. Promise you.
You’ve previously said your music is inspired by dreams – what’s the strangest dream you’ve had recently?
I keep dreaming of my late grandmother, and her house, it’s a recurring dream. But in these dreams there is a huge flood headed our way (My mom, younger brother and I keep driving to escape by driving away). She most probably misses me as much as I miss her. We used to visit her place every holiday and spend some time together. She was a poet and a school teacher so we’d spend most of our time writing or painting or something creative. I guess I also miss that life, hence these never ending dreams about that and tons of flashbacks from my childhood, suddenly.
You’re originally from Mpumalanga. How would you desribe it, and how does it compare to living in Johannesburg?
Mpumalanga is very quiet and reserved. I grew up in a simple, small township and not much really goes on that side. As a kid I was really errm.mo different (or weird depending how you look at it really…). So, as you can imagine – I did not have that many friends, hardly ever went out.
But I have some great memories of my time there. I know we had loads of trees at home so that meant we never had to buy Mangoes or Avos or Bananas. Some great weather too. I realise now how lucky I was because I moved to Joburg and had to pay a fortune for a tiny avo and it’s usually really cold. Nelspruit is generally relaxed.
Loads of WTF moments about Joburg however! Like, the fact that everyone is minding their own business and always on a rush to somewhere. No friendly hellos and smiles from strangers like back at home here. Everyone is on their daily hustle and no one trusts anyone or feels the need to get to know anyone. But also this is an exciting thrill, this pushes you to push yourself! I am still trying to get used to this rush and just being here and I moved here like a year ago already.
Can you send us a photo of the view from your window?
What sort of music were you exposed to when you were growing up?
Kwaito first, my father was a taxi driver who later went on to start his own taxi business. Before he and my mother divorced I was exposed to the taxi life almost everyday. My dad played a lot of Brenda Fassie, Soul Brothers and Yvonne Chaka Chaka in his cars.
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When he expanded his business there were more taxi drivers involved, each one had their own different taste in music and since it was my duty to clean the “mini-bus” taxis upon their return every night, I’d go through each driver’s music catalog and sing my heart out while doing my “chore”. You’d get guys that would play Brandy or Whitney or Destiny’s Child or Luther or Celine or whatever, the more younger drivers would have more edgier Kwaito and House stuff like Boom Shaka or Arthur Mafokate or Mandoza or Brenda Fassie or even Oskido. Then you had those drivers that liked American rap, your Ja Rule and DMX and Jay Z or Biggy or Pac. I played everything!
My gran played a lot of Dolly Parton so I was exposed to that too. She’d cry over it or dance or whatever cause it reminded her of a friend that had passed on. My grandfather from my dad’s side was from Zimbabwe, he ran a drinking shebeen for the villagers to drink at and he normally played a lot of Zimbabwean records, really loud. We’d normally dance to that and the people who were there to drink would form part of our audience and would sometimes throw some money at us.
I then grew a little older and went through my little gothic phase (picture this, a township kid in a public school who is goth and queer). I was listening to 5FM which was considered a “white station”. Radio introduced me to bands like BLK JKS, Panic at the Disco, Freshly Ground (first live show I saw and to this day I aspire to be as liberated as Zolani was on that day) and so forth. I was also listening to Evanescence, Paramore, Green Day, The Killers, Daughtry, Queen, Adam Lambert and 30 Seconds To Mars.
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Then I kinda outgrew that and started listening to a lot of world music, loads of Busi Mhlongo and Jabu Khanyile and Bholoja and Dobet Gnahorè, some Sade too.
When I was in high school I began dating a guy who was older than me and was a die hard Bjork fan. I jumped on that too, became super obsessed. Oh I loved Beyonce (still do), my playlist had some Rihanna, and some Missy Elliot, some Pink, some Madge, Bowie, Grace Jones. I liked the pop artists who were super visual and were pushing boundaries.
And then when I would still go to church one of the American missionaries who’d visit our house regularly told me about Florence and The Machine and Kate Nash and a bunch of very quirky and alternative Brit acts he liked. I was genre hopping a lot growing up.
When did you start making your own music and what was it like?
First time recording, I was in 10th grade and it was a hook [by] a guy called Pressure, a rapper neighbour of mine at the time. Never got to hear that mess after recording it and also, I was glad cause I hated it so much OMG I thought I had a really annoying voice!
Since I spent a lot of time with my writer gran, I became a writer and poet first before even deciding to sing my own songs. In 2013 when I went to University I was yearning to record music suddenly. I’d skip some classes and link up with some guy in the city who had promised to make me a star. I paid him for studio time from my own savings without telling my mom and he got these two guys to produce a house song for me and it was not as bad as my first attempt with the rap hook.
The two guys disappeared with the song and my damn money. The other guy who’d said he’d make me famous vanished too. So I never got to hear that song too, post- studio session.
Later on during the June school holidays in that 2013 whilst visiting a friend of mine from back home who had his little backyard studio set up, just a mic and mixer – nothing fancy but heeeeyyy. He played me a tribal house beat and I started free styling over it, he lost his mind completely. See, I was not that confident in my singing, he kinda hyped me up and talked me into recording that song the next day. We ended up doing an entire mixtape and I was like “I love this shit!”. I realised I really enjoyed singing more than anything.
I went back to University and wrote more music while other kids were studying hard for exams, it was an otherworldly experience honestly and I had been sucked into this fantasy land where I could be anything or anyone I wanna be through song. I ended up dropping out of University where I was studying Accounting and pursued the music thing full time. And yes my parents were disappointed in me, severely… but I could care less. I felt free through making music.
Does your local area influence the music you make?
Definitely! I mean… as a writer you find inspiration in almost anything and Jozi is like a melting pot of cultures so inspiration finds you all the time. I started being more outgoing, braver and edgier when I moved here. I grew into my own, away from all I knew back at home. The people I hang around with now, the spots I go to, just my general view of the big city and its impact in my way of living and thinking has definitely influenced my sound somehow.
Who’s your biggest South African musical influence, past and/or present?
Present: Die Antwoord, Black Coffee, Thandiswa Mazwai. Past: Brenda Fassie, Boom Shaka/Lebo Mathosa, Busi Mhlongo, Jabu Khanyile.
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What one place should music fans visiting South Africa see or do?
Definitely Maboneng. Very artsy vibe. Real African experience. There’s usually shows happening and there’s a back packer too, loads of places to get wasted at and buy some trees. Really tourist friendly and all the cool kids hang out there so there is some great company too.
What’s the biggest challenge facing musicians in South Africa right now?
People do not wanna pay for our stuff out here ’cause the respect for our craft is not really there. Though you do get lucky sometimes.
Promoters also do not pay artists and if they do it’s not what they are worth. And you get festivals that will book the same acts every year and shut other kids out. I could go on cause there’s a lot but that is up there in my top three… oooh also, no radio or tv air play for the kids who try to bring something fresh and original.
Where in the world would you most like to perform?
Does “All over the world” count as a valid answer? Lol Would really love to play a huge stage at a European festival. I really love Europe. I think I was meant to stay in Europe?
What’s your favourite album of all time?
This is so difficult. I will go with Bjork’s Vespertine.
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What’s your favourite track of 2017 so far?
Besides my own of course! I really like Sevdaliza’s ‘Bluecid’.
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Finally, Fortune Shumba, what are the luckiest and unluckiest things to happen to you in life so far?
Unlucky: Losing both my maternal and paternal grandmothers around the same time. My messed up relationship with my father. My parents divorcing when I was a kid… getting lost at night in Johannesburg on my first week of being here… what else? I got drunk at SxSW last year and got on the wrong bus back to the hotel, ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere in America and I had a flight to catch the next day. Also being molested at a young age changed my entire life and not being able to talk about it. And recently I was supposed to go to Switzerland for three months and my Visa got declined. Too many things to mention really… LOL
Lucky cause I am still alive and able to create music. Lucky to have a loving and supportive mother and siblings. Lucky to be free. Freedom is not known to others.
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