kim

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do you like slice of life? any recommendations?
The Matron frowned. “The rest of us could really use whatever you’ve learned about–” “I’m not telling. Just leave this issue to me– don’t dare send anyone else to Novograd!” “We didn’t give you the title of The Damsel just for your personal convenience– nor did we do it for free. We can take it away and all of our support for you can become antipathy instead.” “Whatever–! If you want to discipline me then try to catch me! Otherwise, be patient!” The Damsel stuck her tongue out at the Matron and disappeared from sight.
“It was a nostalgic little adventure. For someone who reminded me of an old acquaintance.” “That detective– and her silly teacher? You didn’t know her much at all though.” “Not her. Geza II– the Magyar hero who reunited the old kingdom during the Küzdelem.” “Huh? The detective reminds you of that chick? I haven’t thought about her in a long time.”
Perhaps Tremor-Seers did indeed have an unreasonable animosity toward their peers. Could anyone blame them, however? Everyone else was so wrong about divination.
“But this place has significance for you, doesn’t it? It was here that the woman who would become Geza II, accepting the destruction of her past self, revealed to her followers that she had been born from the soil itself, from a holy place defiled by King Orban. She told them how she would avenge her homeland and liberate the Magyar by stealing Geza’s kingship from Orban. They believed her, and she would go on to show them a miracle that– most of you saw first-hand.”
“Karmina, no matter how we dress up, no matter how much try to blend in with the crowd, you and I are the same. Both of us are over-dramatic, scandalous, an eyesore. We’re both perverts for the gossip sections. Maybe Daniil thought he could hide you from that and take you somewhere it doesn’t exist. But in any place where he ‘does what a man ought to’ and you try to ‘do what a woman ought to’ you invite the judgment that you fear. Those roles are always being typecast.”
do u know about or have read shuukura…. 🙂‍↕️ crazystuff i read the manga for a time and got bored. HOWEVER i know from dear friends who have read the light novels it gets really good but i really truly couldn't muster a ton of interest in some high schoolers fucking around with basic sex stuff. been there done that y'know haha. i bet i would find the college content more interesting but i was just kinda bored of how passive the main characters were in what i read. lotta thoughts in their heads but not much at all being conveyed. sleepy stuff, y'know.
“I wouldn’t do that to you!” The Genius said, raising her voice and holding up her hands. She was clearly surprised and perhaps scandalized. “You do not have to have any relationship to her. I’m not even particularly sure what my relationship to her will be– what it could become– I’m taking things one step at a time. But yes, I am the only one who needs to be responsible for her– why, I wouldn’t even bat an eye if she matures well and one of you falls in love with her–! Completely organically of course, as a mere consequence of things– not that you have to at all–” “Please be quiet! You absolute lunatic madwoman!” the Blue Witch shouted.
“Kay. You’ve been telling me what to do since I got here. It usually works out pretty well. But this is the first time you’ve told me why.” Her mouth opened and closed a few times. “Of course I want you to stay. I’ve told you that, right? I’ve been thinking it the whole time. I must have said it.” “Not so much,” I said. I want to keep you, she’d said. She’d said it with such conviction, such confidence. It made my heart do little loops. I think I wanted to be kept.
While Fish struggled for an answer to that, I pressed the advantage. "Look, what would you say if I was a trans girl? And someone else said the girls- the other girls, the real girls, had the right to know?" "If you were a trans girl," said Fish, cautiously, "I would say fuck 'em, none of their business, without hesitation." "And because I'm me?" "I really don't feel qualified to answer this question," said Fish, rubbing her head. "This is all way above my level, I didn't sign up for PhD. course on gender. It feels like a trap." "Hey, you're not allowed to use that word," I said. Fish looked at me, aghast. I kept my face impassive. "You're not allowed to use that word!" she sputtered. "Are you? Where did you even hear that?"
(passage from Pest on ao3) "Everything. She had to do it several times, but I think I got it eventually." She put her hands on the table, fingers splayed and pressing down, as if she was trying to stop the entire world spinning out off its axis by holding down this little plastic surface. "Are you seriously expecting me to believe that the day after meeting you Kay got you hormones to lower your t-legels so you could play hockey, you started taking them, and at no point did either of you say so much as one word to each other about it?" "Well if you put it like that it sounds absurd," I said, huffing.
You said, that the more lives you save the better, right? In that case, you should've raised rats or cockroaches, because then you could've had as many as you wanted. Hehehehe. Life and money... both shine brightest when you waste them.
I'd kill you.
So the murder mistery is entirely dropped in favor of the same old tired trans lgbt DEI leftist agenda. Sad
a scene from unjust depths Nagavanshi fixed her eyes directly on her Premier. “I told you before. We’ll burn in hell together.” “I appreciate the devotion, but I wish you’d be so optimistic as to say we’re deserving of heaven.” The Commissar-General’s cloak billowed a little as she took a few quick steps to the Premier’s desk. She leaned over it, looking her even closer in the eyes. No on else had ever seen Nagavanshi so close. “To the class that got to define heaven, people like us can only belong in hell.” She said. Without word, Bhavani took hold of the back of her head and drew her in, kissing her long and deep.
“That’s very good. It’s really very good.” Mona said. “Will you come with me?” “Come with you?” Zhilan asked, in a confused drawl as if trying to sound out the words. “When I have to go to save Great Yuan.” Mona said. “Can you help me do it?” Her mind was starting to mix things up-- why did she even have to go--? Ahh-- because she didn’t belong here, of course. She was not even a human being. She was just a thing that got rid of Blight and Entities so other people could live happily. “Shirin, stop teasing her.” Zhilan said. “She really thinks she has to go. It’s too cruel.” “I’m sorry. I will stop.” Shirin said. “Mona, perhaps I should help you and Olesya up--” “Shirin, can you ever go back?” Mona asked. “Can you ever see your home again?” Was Yuan forever gone for Shirin and Zhilan? Was this awful Novograd all they had?
A foreigner who loved people-- just like Mona loved everyone-- Whose home did not love her back-- Mona wondered how many times the two of them had been seated over a pot before. She wondered whether the pot had always been this full and plentiful. Whether, at times, there was nothing to be had but the soup, but they still sat here. Meat paste for boiling could always be had. Same for potatoes and cabbages. Ruthenians loved their cabbage soup after all. They would have rioted all the more without such things. But a pot full of cabbage, while it warms the belly, would not heal the soul of someone now completely cleaved from anything they once knew. Mona considered herself resilient, but even she sometimes thought of that cave in the north, of the alchemy lab-- all of it was now ruins and forever gone.
Mona became contemplative. If only she could believe in her own most optimistic readings on the situation. “Service & Protection started and is based in Gaul, the one place in Evropa that had a full on communist rebellion– the communards are why we even say the word ‘communist’.” Mona said. She felt rather gloomy pondering what could have been. “But the way Archaea is now, I just can’t nurse empty hopes about it. Whatever it is that the Nightingale once saw in them, the fact is that the S&P we know and interact with are now on the payroll of the vilest people on Aer.” “I understand. But Mona, I think it’s fine for you to have hopes or to want to believe even in something as distant as the possibility of a sub-faction of communist maids. Or perhaps more realistically– it’s okay for you to believe that the world can change!” Olesya said comfortingly.
cosmic gulfs it throws open before our frenzied eyes
favourite bone of the hand or foot
Kim, I'm trembling in fear of the future. Please tell me. What do you think is going to happen?
have you ever believed in anything strange before, about how life or the universe work?
On the other side of her desk, the tender little inquiry had come from a tender little thing. Very pale, with long white hair and skin soft and thin and almost translucent, a larval thing that seemed so vulnerable as to be cut upon by any surface she touched. But some miracle bonded her flesh together such that the world did not obliterate her little form, wrapped in the long and formless dress of a girl-child’s modesty. Her very red, very bright eyes looked up at her teacher. “What a curious question.” The teacher smiled. “Why would you not be able to love?” “I am not a human.” The little creature said. “Love is an emotion between humans.” “Therefore?” “Therefore, I cannot experience love, because I am not a human. Is that correct?” The teacher laughed a little. “Sometimes I feel as though I’ve given you far too lethal an armory with regards to logic. But I believe I also taught you that Hellans, the inventors of logic, believed that love is split into multiple concepts, such as ‘Philia’– tell me, Mona, how do you define ‘Love’ in this example? Without defining all the concepts, I can’t evaluate the argument.” Mona, the little creature, bowed her head and crossed her arms, tapping her feet.
She had a greater, transformative purpose, and Leviathan was but a means to achieve it. “Trespasser.” Mariya mumbled to herself. “Trespasser-- indeed.” Yes, perhaps she was the ultimate trespasser. Trespassing into places truly forbidden. Her fingers glided over the lobes of the brains. She felt a sadistic little urge.
“You really do care about this doll, huh?” Mariya asked. “I do. I want to do right by her. And you’d know the materials better than I do.” Mariya looked at Mona for a moment. She had seen the Doll fixing this kind of look on her before. Sometimes she would pause and contemplate in a way Mona once thought of as wicked in nature, but was more predisposed to see as mischievous after her few interactions with Mariya. Perhaps she liked to play pranks and was wondering whether or not to try to pull a fast one here-- whatever the case, where Mona was concerned she seemingly always settled into her usual expression after a few moments of glaring.
“I’ll take it.” Mona said. “Oh thank you, Mona! This is such a neat little thing!” Olesya said. “Anything for you, doll.” Mona said, a bit carelessly. Mariya narrowed her eyes a little while receiving the kopecks and handed her the mirror.