Condescension Homestuck

In the matriarchal kingdom of Masan, Princess Aiyara anticipates a bright future—she will inherit the throne once her mother, Queen Meilara, and father, King-Consort Masaru, depart on a bold mission to colonize an uncharted continent. Yet an unexpected eruption of raw power during the solstice festival shatters those plans. Weary of political intrigue and the condescension of foreign suitors, Aiyara unleashes a destructive force that injures guests and wrecks the palace, inadvertently revealing her capacity as a Sin Eater. Revered yet feared for consuming the sins of mortals without granting absolution, Sin Eaters endure a prolonged life but forfeit the familiar comforts of home and hearth. When Aiyara recovers from her ordeal, she learns she has lost her rightful claim to the throne: her nature as a Sin Eater makes her duty to Masan incompatible with traditional rule. Now exiled from the future she once took for granted, she must master the burdens of sin-consumption and confront the moral gray areas that surface in the shadows of every heart.

Short Stories with no plot is a compilation of short stories with no plot. (Yeah. I can hear you saying, "you don't say". It has no pattern (unless done unintentionally) and definite characters. The characters come from different unborn series. They may or may not exist (in fiction). None of the characters are from the real world, of course. Anything resembling anyone is just a coincidence. The leading gender is male solely due to having more male protagonists. There might be female protagonists from time to time. Do not mind the genre as there is no plot, setting, or other elements that make a story- a story. If possible, the description of this book (?) should have been a compilation of scenes. Maybe I should change the title to Scenes. Meh. I welcome criticisms to characters. You may tell me what makes them awkward, bad, empty, and/or uninteresting. Criticisms on anything else or questions regarding the context would be ignored. I have no idea what to say on those points. I do not welcome ridicule. Anything that exudes condescension would be rewarded with a range from a barrage of trash-talking to complete disregard. Read at your own risk of cringe and possible spoilers. Comment with decency. PS. In case this gets readers, contrary to expectation: Any of the scenes may or may not appear on the respective series of the characters featured. Do not expect anything.

Spring It was Shrove Tuesday. Nebel had just entered the corso, already at dark, and as she unpacked a bundle of streamers, she looked at the carriage ahead. Missed from a face she hadn't seen the afternoon Previously, he asked his companions: -Who is it? She doesn't look ugly. -A demon! She is gorgeous. She think she is the niece, or something like that, of the doctor Arrizabalaga. She arrived yesterday, it seems to me ... Nébel then fixed her eyes intently on the beautiful creature. She was a still a very young girl, perhaps no more than fourteen, but completely nubile. She had, under her very dark hair, a face of supreme whiteness, of that matt white and satin that is the exclusive patrimony of very fine. Long blue eyes, losing towards the temples in the circle of his black lashes of hers. Maybe a little apart, what gives, under a forehead smooth, air of great nobility or great stubbornness. But her eyes, like this, they filled that blooming countenance with the light of her beauty. And feeling them Nebel stopped a moment in his, he was dazzled. “What a charm!” He murmured, standing still with one knee over the man. Surrey cushion. A moment later the streamers were flying towards victory. Both carriages were already linked by the bridge hanging of ribbons, and the one who caused it smiled from time to time at the gallant boy. But that already came to the lack of respect for people, coachman and even carriage: over the shoulder, head, whip, fender, streamers they rained incessantly. So much so that the two people sitting in the back They returned and, rather than smiling, examined the spender carefully. “Who are they?” Asked Nebel in a low voice. —Dr. Arrizabalaga; true that you do not know. The other is the mother of your girl ... She's the doctor's sister-in-law. As if in pursuit of the exam, Arrizabalaga and the lady smiled at each other frankly before that exuberance of youth, Nébel believed in the duty to greet them, to which the triplet responded with jovial condescension. This was the beginning of an idyll that lasted three months, and to which Nébel contributed how much adoration there was in her passionate adolescence. While She continued the privateering, and in Concordia it lasts until incredible hours, Nebel incessantly stretched his arm forward, so well that the The cuff of his shirt, detached, danced over his hand. The next day the scene was replayed; and how this time the corso was resumed at night with a battle of flowers, Nébel exhausted in a quarter of hour four huge baskets. Arrizabalaga and the lady laughed, turning often, and the young woman hardly took her eyes off Nebel. East he cast a desperate look at his empty baskets; more about him Surrey cushion there was still one left, a poor bouquet of evergreens and jasmine of the country. Nebel jumped with him over the surrey wheel, he nearly dislocated an ankle, and running to victory, panting, drenched in sweat and excitement on the surface, he handed the bouquet to the young woman. She searched recklessly another, but she didn't have it. Her companions laugh. "But crazy!" Her mother told him, pointing to her chest, "there you have one!" The carriage started at a trot. Nebel, who had come down from the stirrup, afflicted, he ran and reached for the bouquet the young woman held out to him, her body almost out of the car. Nébel had arrived three days ago from Buenos Aires, where he was finishing his baccalaureate. He had been there for seven years, so his Knowledge of the current society of Concordia was minimal. He should stay still fifteen days in his hometown, enjoyed peacefully of soul, if not of body; and lo and behold, from the second day he lost all the serenity of him.

Kingdoms wage war against each other in the mortal world. Immortal gods look down from the nine heavens in condescension. Waking up from his dreams, Zhao Mu turned into a prince of the Zhou Kingdom. After spending 12 lonesome years in the cold palace, his hack finally activates. ‘You’ve arrived at the elixir refining chamber. Acquired Blood Bodhi.’ ‘You’ve arrived at the library. Acquired Divine Sun and Moon Scriptures' ‘You’ve arrived at the sacrificial altar. Acquired Emperor’s Divination Technique.’ ‘You’ve arrived at the ancient city of the Rong tribe. Acquired Sacred Demon Corrosion.’ Kunlun Mountain, Void Seas, Nether City Fengdu… Zhao Mu planted his kingdom’s flag while traveling through a myriad of worlds!

Causing immediate excitement among Mrs. Bennet and her five daughters, Mr. Bingley, a wealthy young gentleman, has rented a nearby country estate, Netherfield. He arrives in town accompanied by his fashionable sister and his good friend, Mr. Darcy. While Bingley is well-received in the community, Darcy begins his acquaintance with smug condescension and proud distaste for all the “country” people. Bingley and Jane Bennet begin to grow close despite Mrs. Bennet’s embarrassing interference and the opposition of Bingley’s sister, who considers Jane socially inferior. Elizabeth is stung by Darcy’s haughty rejection of her at a local dance and decides to match his coldness with her own wit. Elizabeth begins a friendship with Mr. Wickham, a militia officer who has a history with Darcy. Wickham claims that Darcy seriously mistreated him. Elizabeth immediately seizes upon this information as another reason to hate Darcy. Ironically, but unbeknownst to her, Darcy finds himself gradually drawn to Elizabeth. Just as Bingley appears to be on the point of proposing marriage to Jane, he moves away from Netherfield, leaving Jane confused and upset. Elizabeth is convinced that Bingley’s sister has conspired with Darcy to separate Jane and Bingley. Mr. Collins, a distant relative of the Bennets, makes an unexpected visit. He is a recently ordained clergyman employed by the wealthy Lady Catherine de Bourgh. On his way to visit his patron, Collins makes a visit, intending to find a wife from among the Bennet sisters. At first, he pursues Jane; however, when Mrs. Bennet mentions she is involved with Mr. Bingley, he turns to Elizabeth. He soon proposes marriage to Elizabeth, who refuses him, much to her mother’s distress. Collins quickly recovers and proposes to Elizabeth’s close friend, Charlotte Lucas, who immediately accepts him. Their marriage takes place soon after. In the spring, Elizabeth joins Charlotte and Mr. Collins at his parish in Kent. The parish is adjacent to Rosings Park, the grand manor of Mr. Darcy’s aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, where Elizabeth is frequently invited. While calling on Lady Catherine, Mr. Darcy encounters Elizabeth. She discovers from Darcy’s cousin that it was he who separated Bingley and Jane, as she suspected. Soon after, Darcy admits his love of Elizabeth and proposes to her. Elizabeth refuses him. When he asks why she should refuse him, she confronts him with his sabotage of Bingley’s relationship with Jane and his history with Wickham. Darcy responds with a long letter justifying his actions. Thus, everything is set up to bring to conclusion the various love affairs—happily, or perhaps unhappily. Whatever the various resolutions, Darcy, Bingley, Jane, Elizabeth, as well as others, will need to overcome their pride and prejudices if they are to find love in the midst of these uncertain and complex relationships.

Damian Heilheim, once the prodigious heir to a clandestine assassin's guild, was raised in a world where shadows and blades ruled. As one of the elite "golden children" of the notorious association, his prowess in assassination was unparalleled. However, disillusioned by the brutal life of an assassin and yearning for a quieter existence, Damian makes a daring decision: he abandons his deadly legacy and joins the Military Knights under a false identity as a low-ranked magic officer. In a realm where magic intertwines with danger and intrigue, Damian's new life is a far cry from the shadowy world he left behind. By day, he endures the mundane tasks and condescension of his peers, while by night, he secretly utilizes his formidable skills to navigate a web of deceit and peril. His double life is a delicate dance between keeping his past hidden and fulfilling his role as a guardian of the realm. But peace is elusive. When a series of dark events begin to unravel—a mysterious artifact resurfaces, and whispers of an insidious plot grow louder—Damian finds himself at the heart of a brewing storm. His former allies and enemies alike are closing in, threatening to expose his true identity and unravel the fragile new life he’s built.

One day, I woke up in a strange bed, feeling weak and sickly. I looked around and saw that I was in a luxurious bedroom, with fine silk sheets and ornate furniture. Confused and disoriented, I tried to get up, but my body was too weak. Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall, imposing man walked in. "Good morning, my dear daughter," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I trust you had a restful night?" I looked at him, confused. Daughter? Who was he talking to? It wasn't until I saw the disdainful look on his face that I realized the truth - I had been reincarnated as the count's second daughter. From that moment on, my life became a living nightmare. My new parents were cruel and abusive, treating me as if I was nothing more than a burden to be endured. I was constantly sick, barely able to leave my bed at times. My parents were furious at my perceived weakness, blaming me for all their problems and venting their frustrations on me with ever-increasing cruelty. As I lay in bed, feeling the weight of my past and present crashing down on me, I whispered to myself, "This is perhaps my punishment, for all the mistakes I made in my previous life. But I won't give up. I'll find a way to survive, no matter what."