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ivoovu · 2 months

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A PSA to all König/Krueger writers:

Hello, I‘m Voov, and I‘m a native German.

And let me just clarify that I do not mean any of this in a offensive matter, and that none of these things are 'annoying' or 'bothersome' to me as a German, which I‘m sure other Germans would agree with me. This isn‘t something that‘s making it impossible for us to read blurbs/fics/etc., however I do know that some writers want to write in foreign languages as accurately and realistically as possible, so this is for those. And for everyone else who‘s just interested, of course

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1 - What I often read is "Exemplary Sentence I can‘t think of something right now but it‘s in English, ja?"

We don’t end our sentences with "[…], ja?". Sometimes, yes, fair, sometimes we do so, but it’s on the rarer side in my opinion. Majority of the time we use this at the end of our sentences:

"[…], nicht?" = "[…], no?" (please don‘t use "[…], nein?" for this one)

or:

"[…], nh?" = honestly this one can be used for a lot of things, it can be used for "[…], no?", "[…], don‘t you think so?" or how the Brits use 'innit', like you‘re trying to prove a point.

(Translation for "[…], don‘t you think so?" = "[…], denkst du nicht auch so?")

I understand that when you type in a "[…], ja?" you‘re translating from the words' English equivalent which is "[…], yeah?", but again, it‘s more common to use "[…], nicht?" instead.

If you use a good mix of "[…], ja?", "[…], nicht?" and "[…], nh?" (and any other word you might want to add to the end of your sentence) instead of sticking to one throughout an entire fic, you‘ll make us Germans a bit happier.

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2- If you‘re using longer sentences, and the sentences are directed at the Reader, you should clarify beforehand if the Reader is masc or fem. Why? Because a lot of words are gendered in German, so the way they’re conjugated tell us the Gender of the Person:

English: "My perfect Partner."

-> Gender neutral, the reader could be a Man, Woman, in between, on the outside, an Alien race, whatever

If you type this into google translate you get: "Mein perfekter Partner."

-> Masculine. It‘s an instant tell that the reader is a dude.

The female version would be: "Meine perfekte Partnerin."

-> Now we know instantly that this is feminine.

There is no gender neutral, German simply isn’t a language that works that way.

Can you write full sentences without using anything gendered, at all? Yes, absolutely, here‘s an example:

English: "Oh God I love you, I don‘t know what I would do without you. You‘re my everything, I‘ll do anything and everything for you."

German: "Oh Gott ich liebe dich, ich weiß nicht was ich ohne dich machen würde. Du bist mein ein und alles, ich würde alles für dich tun."

This is completely gender neutral because while typing I actively made sure to avoid using anything gendered. But I understand that this is a extremely difficult task to do so for those who don’t speak German, so if you can pull it off, you just earned my highest form of respect, but this isn’t something that us Germans expect of you as a Writer, this is just something I wanted to draw your attention to.

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My point is: If you do any of those two, we Germans aren’t crying about it. We won‘t stop reading the fic, we won‘t bitch about it or send you hate-mail.

We just notice it, correct the sentence in our mind, and some of us will type out the correct sentence as a comment.

I sadly don‘t have any websites that can help with the gendered words, and google translate sucks anyways, so I truly don‘t have any type of direction I could point you writers to, sorry :/

But I have said this before and I‘ll say it again, as many times as I have to: I am absolutely willing to help with the German parts, my dm‘s are always open, no I won’t think you’re annoying or abusing anything by asking me to check the German sentences you might‘ve used in your works, no I‘m not saying any of this out of courtesy, no I‘m not lying, no we don’t have to know each other, no you don’t have to deal with chit chat you can immediately hit me up with 'Hey how is this sentence?', yes I am being serious. In doubt, read this paragraph again and again.

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reiderwriter · 2 months

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For some reason my comments don't come through on your posts, but I want to first say I absolutely love your writing and I'm so happy your requests are open!! 🥰😭 So I've had this idea of a fluff mixed with spencer angst where reader is maybe interning at Diana's facility (not a dr yet, studying) and becomes close with Diana by reading, chatting, etc and Spencer over hears it from time to time and the dialogue between spencer and reader gets too close for Spencers comfort, but Diana wants her around more. Thank you again for your hard work okay bye!

A/N: I've never written a fic with Diana in it before, so this was a bit of a challenge for me, bit I enjoyed writing it a lot! Hopefully, this is somewhat like what you wanted!! ❤️

Warnings: Spencer is a bit dense (real) and puts his foot in his mouth (metaphorically, of course).

Diana Reid's son was exactly the way she described him, down to the tiny curls at the base of his neck and the glimmer of intelligence in his eye.

After four weeks interning at the care facility while working on your medical degree, you'd spent a considerable amount of time with your favorite patient, and her stories about her son were legendary.

At first, you weren't sure whether to believe the woman when she said her son was a genius with an IQ of 187, three PhDs, and a job in the FBI. She wouldn't be the first schizophrenic patient to muddle up her facts, but she certainly was the sweetest.

So when you recalled your conversation with the head nurse later that day, she laughed and confirmed every story about Doctor Spencer Reid. Your mouth hung open in shock because surely nobody that incredible could just be out walking the streets.

Another month of conversations about the man, and you were half in love with him. He wrote his mother letters every day - hand wrote them, even - and she's shown you a few. He'd talked about his friends, his team, his jobs, and how he was saving lives. And when one of the latest ones dropped in the news that he'd be free for a visit soon, you found yourself overflowing with anticipation.

Of course, you felt like you already knew the man. You knew what his first words were, what his favorite toy was growing up, and even about the exploits of his first date, as pitiful as it was. What you didn't know was if Diana was passing along similar information about you.

The day Spencer Reid finally showed up, he took your breath away. You were mostly in awe of Diana's ability to describe her son perfectly, though you'd grown fond of her perfectly professional English Lecturer tone of speaking over the last few weeks. She was practically lyrical when talking her son into existence.

“His hair curls beautifully. He's my little adonis. He keeps it too long though, I'm always telling him he needs to cut it because it hides too much of his face,” she'd told you one day before picking her book up and ignoring you for the next half hour.

“My Spencer is delightfully tall. He's a little bit spindly like a spider. He's not the most grateful, that's for sure, we used to call him crash because he was always bumping into things. Poetic, right?”

You knew from the second he walked through the door that this man was him.

Tall, slightly hunched, clutching his satchel strap in his hand, terrifyingly handsome and making your hand jump into your throat. Definitely him, and definitely a problem. You'd have to check the code of conduct about falling hopelessly for a patient's beautiful son.

If you had any doubts, this was Spencer in front of you though, when he bumped into a chair just as he was about to reach his mother, it was confirmed.

“Diana, I believe your Crash is here,” you smiled and giggled, watching her turn quickly to greet her son.

You, too, gave him a warm smile, but he seemed a little hesitant to return it, instead greeting his mother softly and sitting with her while you retreated slightly to give them some privacy.

You hovered in the space, as Diana had been talking about introducing the two of you all week, and you didn't want to distress her if she couldn't find you close by.

But though Spencer was closely attentive and soft with his mother, he took brief pauses to stare almost frustratedly at you. You weren't sure what it was, but something about you was setting Spencer on edge, and that in itself was unsettling you as well.

“Oh, Spencer, you must meet our Y/N. Y/N, come here, this is my son, Spencer.”

Slightly more apprehensive now, you held out your hand to shake his, “I've heard so much about you it's nice to finally be seeing you in person, Doctor Reid.”

He didn't shake your hand, though, but awkwardly waved it off quickly, leaving you to awkwardly replace it by your side.

“Nice to meet you. Are you a new attendant? I asked all updates about my mother's companions to be confirmed and passed on to me, patient and carers included.”

His tone was business-like and clipped, and you could see a gentle annoyance settling on his features.

“I'm sorry, Doctor Reid, I thought Diana would have told you in a letter, or the administration would've passed it on. I'm a medical student on an internship.” You felt like you'd been chastised by an irate parent though he'd at no point raised his voice or indicated in his words any sense of anger at all. His eyes burned across your skin, though, and you felt a flame heat your skin under the weight of his stare.

“You're mother has told me a lot about you though, she reads me your letters sometimes, between our discussions of Marjorie Kempe.”

“My letters? Mom, we've talked about this. Those are private.” You looked at the quiet disappointment on Diana's face and felt protective over the woman all of a sudden.

“Please, I'm sorry for overstepping, but your mother is just very proud of you. She talks about you a lot actually, and your job-”

“With all due respect, Y/N, the last time my mother talked to a new friend about me, he traveled to Virginia and shot one of my friends, so this really is a conversation I'd rather not be having.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as he turned back to his mother and started talking to her gently again about personal security, effectively dismissing you from the conversation.

You'd had stupid hopes for Spencer Reid, and that's all they would ever be.

Reid talked on, and you left him alone with his mother, though she seemed distracted by your departure.

“Spencer, that wasn't nice. Look at that poor girl. She's close to tears.”

“What? Mom, are you even listening to me?”

“No, and I likely won't until you go and apologize to Y/N. She's a pretty girl, Spencer, and she was very excited to meet you.”

“Pretty…. Mom, please.”

“What, do you disagree? You think I don't know you well enough to know when a girl would suit you well? Or do you think I'm blind to the fact that you were stealing glances at her before she introduced herself.”

Spencer went quiet at having been caught, and he hated to accept that maybe his mother was right.

It was true as well that the care facility had informed him of medical interns coming and going in the next few months, and really, she wasn't to blame for his mother being fond of him.

He was glad, though, that neither of them had noticed the ten minutes he'd spent just outside the large sitting area watching them talk. He'd been obviously taken aback to see someone new so close to his mom and his mom similarly comfortable. He felt even worse for the fact that for a solid minute and a half, he'd stared at the girl with no other thought in his head than the sound of his heart skipping a questioning beat.

He'd pulled himself out of it eventually, but only when another nurse had come along to ask him if he'd actually be visiting his mother today or just dropping in to check on her.

And then he'd bumped into that infernal chair when he was so fixated on getting to them, and she'd opened her mouth and called him crash, and his heart had sank.

He reminded himself it was neither of their faults and inwardly cursed himself for being so unfriendly with someone who'd taken such good care of his mother recently.

He promised himself that he'd talk with his mom and then go and find the woman, and apologising for being such a brute.

“Spencer, are you listening to me, or are you busy daydreaming about my nurse?”

“Mom!”

“You're plain as day, kiddo, you'll never get anything past me. Now please, leave me be, I'm reading. Come back later if you must, but for now, take this to Y/N for me, please. She left it with me to read this morning, but I'm not in the mood for Medieval Romance right now.”

It was a blatant lie, but a dismissal nonetheless, and Spencer quietly took his chance to search for you in the halls.

The head nurse humorously pointed him in the right direction without him asking, much to his annoyance, but he persisted and lightly tapped on your shoulder to greet you.

“Oh, Doctor Reid, hello again.” You smiled a little smaller this time, still polite, but he watched the way it didn't reach your eyes and felt like a jackass all over again.

“My mom told me to come return this book to you.” He held out the book, and you quietly took it, folding it into your arms and hugging it tightly against your chest as you both stood there silently after the exchange.

“I'm sorry, as well. I wasn't exactly very friendly back there, because-”

“It's okay, Doctor Reid, you really don't have to explain. I overstepped, it's my fault and it won't happen again.”

“Are you kidding? My mom hasn't looked that relaxed in years. Please keep overstepping.”

Your smile widened slightly at the compliment, and Spencer's tongue kicked into hyper drive immediately at the sight, even as his brain powered off.

“You're pretty,” he blurted out, stopping only as his brain caught up with his tongue before firing off again. “My mom said you're pretty. I agree as well, though, you have a nice smile, and it's better when you don't force it. Not that I'm telling you how to smile, though. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but my mom made me come over here and talk to you, even though I'm pretty sure that's her book and not one you loaned her.”

He took a moment to catch his breath as you blinked at him in confusion, heart beating rapidly even as you heard the blood rushing through your ears.

“If you're free now, would you want to grab a coffee? Unless you have a boyfriend. Or husband. Or girlfriend or wife, I guess, I don't mean to presume. But if you're free, as in time, and free as in, like, relationship wise, I'd like to buy you a coffee to thank you for listening to my mom.”

He finally stopped, and you stared wondrously at the reddened skin of his cheeks as he held his breath, waiting for your reply.

“You want to take me out for coffee to thank me?”

“Yes.”

“And on a separate note, I'm pretty, and you want to know if I'm in a relationship?”

“I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me, I'll just see myself out. It was a stupid idea anyway-”

“No, wait, Spencer! Let me… let me grab my coat. My lunch break is in half an hour, and I'm sure it'll be okay to take it early.” You held his arm for a second, stepping slightly too close for comfort before realising yourself and taking a tiny step back.

He stood and blinked in your direction, as though wondering seriously for a moment what your lunch break had to do with him.

“Are you going to stand there staring at me, or are we going to go out?”

“You're serious?”

“I guess…. I guess I am.”

“And you're… you're single.”

Your mouth went dry as his skin finally completed its transformation from vampiric to tomato red. You desperately hoped your own embarrassment wasn't equally as readable on your face.

“Quite single. Medical students don't have that much time to date.”

“Neither do FBI agents.”

“Perhaps a subject we could talk more about later?”

“Definitely.”

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 month

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Hello I am going on a holiday to Eryri next month & I like to read up about an area before going there... do u have any reading or documentary or podcast recs? I'm particularly interested in the ecology & minority language activism & like. Peoples history & rural lives! I know this is stuff u know about in Wales but idk if north Wales is ur region! Míle buiochas ón Eireann!

Fáilte go dtí an Bhreatain Bheag! Or croeso i Gymru. Exciting! Keep an eye on the notes for others chiming in with good recs for documentaries and the like, I'm going to just give a super quick guide

Okay, pronunciation guide for place names and that is here in written form and here in video form. I cannot recommend strongly enough that you try to use the Welsh place names rather than the English translations. Duolingo is flawed but serviceable if you want to hear and learn some basic phrases. If you can at least throw out a 'bore da' to people you pass/shopkeepers, you'll be very well liked. You don't need to be fluent by any means, but Making An Effort is seen as, like, the nicest and politest and most wonderful thing in Wales, and particularly in regions like Eryri.

Because! It's one of the biggest remaining Welsh language strongholds. If you look at language maps over time in Wales, a pattern emerges:

And the current (2021) figures show this:

And you are going to this bit:

So you're heading into the Welshest bit in all of Wales! And the bit with the strongest and longest history of Welsh, too.

Which also means there's a lot of activism-related stuff in that area. It's probably worth you reading up on the history of Tryweryn (which was a bit further east, but sets the scene well); there was also a BIG thing a couple of decades ago where activists would burn down English-owned holiday homes (while they were empty in winter, not, like, with the English in them). This is because, in addition to the usual issues with the social impacts of holiday homes (driving up prices meaning locals can't live there, eroding communities, etc), holiday homes in Welsh language heartlands are a significant and tangible threat to the language. Even today, the issue of holiday homes is an extremely touchy subject, as is the issue of (mostly-English) people moving into the area because "It's so pretty!!!" and then not learning the language.

(Yet another reason they will love you if you Make An Effort)

Historically speaking, you'll be in a chunk of the country that was the ancestral seat of the last kings of Wales (Gwynedd). The final one, Llywelyn ein Llyw Olaf, was ambushed and murdered in 1282, which was the beginning of the end for fighting off English rule. In fact, Owain Glyndŵr later crowned himself king of Wales for about two years, but weirdly, no one acknowledges this as real kingship for some reason - if you google his name, he's always listed as a soldier or military commander, which really opens up a whole "Who gets to say when someone is royalty" debate, but he did actually claim descent from the House of Aberffraw anyway, so ultimately it still links back to Llywelyn.

Ecology! Temperate alpine. There actually isn't a global scientific distinction between hill and mountain, but most countries set an arbitrary height standard. This means it varies from country to country depending on how tall their topology is. Wales, however, bucks this trend, and instead decides based on what is formally referred to as 'land use' and colloquially referred to as 'Vibes'. If it's a hill, it's tamed - if it's a mountain, it's wild. This means Eryri is fairly short by the standards of tedious foreigners who regard mountains as a sort of geological dick waving competition, but it's in fact a whole mountain range; it's also older than Saturn's rings. And, crucially, it's very much sufficiently above sea level to have an alpine ecosystem.

There are three endemic (i.e. not occurring anywhere else in the world) species in Eryri, to whit:

The Snowdon lily. A small and delicate flower growing in protected and inaccessible spots on yr Wyddfa (formally known as Snowdon). Excessively vulnerable to trampling, so the national park keeps sections where it grows fenced off.

The Snowdon beetle. RAINBOW BEETLE.

The gwyniad. A sub-species of whitefish until recently exclusively found in Llyn Tegid (Bala Lake), trapped there after the ice age and now developing its own genetic profile distinct from other whitefish. Some dickhead in the 80s introduced the ruffe to the lake for fishing, and the ruffe eats the gwyniad's eggs, so they've now transplanted eggs to Llyn Arenig Fawr nearby as a conservation measure.

There's also feral goats. And Welsh mountain ponies. Ooh, and, red kites - in the UK red kites were so heavily persecuted they eventually fell to just 7 breeding pairs in Wales. We established a protected zone and hired Nepalese Gurkhas to guard the nests and thus saved it from extirpation so successfully they later translocated Welsh birds to other spots in the UK. It's a big conservation success story, and now red kites are considered to be the national bird of Wales. They have a very distinctive silhouette, too, look for the forked tail.

Oh, and, we have a unique habitat type called ffridd, which you see a lot of in Eryri.

Final wildlife pictures to close:

Anyway - have a great time! Enjoy muchly.

#asks #wales!#closed for cleaning on mondays #long post

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rongzhi · 6 months

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Hi! Love your TikTok translations, they help me learn so much. Sorry if you've answered this before already, but as a language student myself, I was just curious about how you got so good at Chinese - is it a native language for you, or what's your background in using/studying it? Thank you!

I think I answered this a long time ago (like 2021 maybe) so I will just tell it again. It's kind of a longwinded boring post that's very self-centric (😬) and also probably not going to have any helpful advice to the average language learner, so I'm going to put it under a read more!

Background

My family is Chinese so it's my heritage language. I did learn it before English as a baby but then forgot a lot of it. My parents speak Chinese at home but I always replied in English growing up. Part of this is because I have a twin sibling and because we spoke English at school, we also started speaking English to each other at home.

We went to Chinese school on Sundays growing up (this is like a community/cultural school; it included other courses like math, Chinese dance, art, pre-SATs (lol), etc, depending on who in the community was available to teach), but I didn't really pay attention so my Chinese was pretty shit for a long time—like broken conversational level shitty, although I have always had a strong comprehension ability. My dad's side is from Sichuan so I grew up understanding a bit of Sichuanese.

The beginning of my "studying"

I don't actually have much of a background studying Chinese in a formal setting. I took Chinese 101-103 in college as part of a language requirement (specifically chose to start with 101 so I could relearn basics, even though my teachers kept offering to place me in higher levels). I really credit my Chinese 101 prof who was also the college's calligraphy teacher for making us focus on brush stroke order and recognising characters and understanding semantic components, which is something other profs did not emphasise (they were more focused on building conversational skills).

Anyway, that was only my freshman year of college because I ended up changing majors and not having a language requirement anymore (boo). I continued studying a bit of Chinese in the intervening years, but I am not a very disciplined person when it comes to self-study, so much of it was just translating song lyrics for my own amusement. During this time, I also started watching some cdramas, but mostly just Chinese web shows, which maybe helped? (I don't think I was watching enough for it to really make a difference).

Fast forward a couple years to 2020 and I started watching more cdramas during lockdowns, including watching 成化十四年 (The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty), which I was super invested in for about two years (this used to be a fandom blog lol). Basically, hyperfixation led me to rapidly improve my Chinese; I started translating a few behind-the-scenes videos for fandom friends. In order to keep up with Chinese fans and gain access to more material about the show, I started venturing onto Chinese sites such as weibo, bilibili, and eventually, douyin, which I downloaded around October of 2020 (so this was 6 months into my increased interest into Chinese things). At first, I translated a couple of douyins to share with fandom friends as I had done with behind-the-scenes materials, but for whatever reason I felt like some of the videos I wanted to translate would just be annoying to spam into the chat... I couldn't figure out a way to connect them to the blorbos, but I still wanted to translate them, so I started posting them here on tumblr. That's how my douyin translations started out. This was the height of covid-19 related sinophobia, too, so at some point I started realising how important it was to continue translating douyins, and that motivated me to continue even beyond it just being a fun thing to do. On that topic, it was through this blog that I realised how poorly understood China and Chinese people are, specifically on this site. I feel like that has changed a lot, or maybe that's just a comment on insular online spaces, but I have to think not; since I started translating douyins, I've seen a noticeable decrease in sinophobic comments and messages (not that I don't still get them, but it's lessened), and I think that's also thanks in great part to other blogs on here that were posting/have started to post more content from China to help increase exposure to tumblr users.

Improving

In any case, in the beginning, I did a lot of translations mostly by ear rather than reading captions because my Chinese reading wasn't that good.

It's kind of slowly improved with time and repetitive reading, and over the last three years now, I've also gone through periods of taking notes and actively seeking out some vocab lists or grammar explanations... but it usually comes in the process of trying to translate something. My motivations in "studying" (it's more like "figuring out") Chinese is largely based on the simple desire to know what people are talking about... what they're joking about... what they're ranting about and roasting. Related: I also started reading fanfics in Chinese about a year ago. Some fics have been easier to read than others, but some of the best ones I've read were also the ones that challenged me the most, and which I had to take a lot of notes on while reading. I'll admit! There have been times where I just took a fic and dumped that sucker in google translate and have it read the Chinese to me, so I could just listen to it like a podfic. But even so, I would take notes, because I think my improvements in Chinese are heavily connected to my Chinese literacy.

Reading douyin comments and forums on douban or comment sections on bilibili has been one of the main ways that I've picked up on common phrases and characters. I often write things down but I do so more as a muscle memory practice, because I have never really been the sort of person who reads back notes (this was also how I studied in school, iirc). Branching out and translating things that are written in formal or non-colloquial styles is also a way I challenge myself from time to time, and I do like to look up the etymology of Chinese characters from time to time because it helps me pick up patterns of semantics and phonetic hints when I'm reading (this makes it easier to guess what a character might mean or sound like, even if you've never seen it before). Overall, translation has been the great learning tool for me. I think maybe it comes down to learning styles? I have always learned better from trying to teach others, and I feel like translation works a similar muscle in the mind; translation is about figuring out ways to efficiently communicate a message, and in order to do so, you must be able to grasp the essence of what it is you're relaying.

All this said... And to try and return to your original ask after all my usual Wawa rambling... I actually don't think my Chinese is that good, lol. In fact, there's probably people who follow this blog who are studying Chinese in a more conventional and methodical manner whose Chinese is objectively much better than mine 🤷🏻‍♂️ I mean, if you crunch the numbers, I have really only be self-"studying" for three years. Three years of what is really just vibe-based learning. There's a lot of vocab I still don't know (I mean my English vocab is pretty limited too, sooo.... 😭), a lot of areas that I can still improve on, and am improving on, and try to improve on... when the mood strikes. Again, I am not a very disciplined self-study type.

Maybe this will give any other Chinese diaspora hope, though. I feel like it's never too late for us to start learning. There is probably a seed or language foundation within you already which will make it easier for you to start, and then after that, I think it sort of comes down to finding what interests you and will keep you motivated.

Most of the stuff I talk about on here when it comes to culture or folk art or what have you, I did not know even five years ago! I learned about it because I was interested to find out more. (That's another reason I have to laugh when I get some of the asks I do in my inbox... The stuff I don't answer is dumbfounding at times. You translate a couple of funny videos and people think you're some kind of Tripadvisor cultural ambassador guy! I swear...)

The "study" resources I use regularly are the following:

Pleco

Zh-En browser extension

Yellowbridge (usually to check brush stroke order, since I have Pleco)

Baidu etymology pages / Chinese etymology dictionaries such as hanziyuan

#text #answered ask #about me

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cookinguptales · 8 months

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As someone who grew up in a bilingual household where we spoke English but also signed, the part of Mabel and Theo's relationship that fascinates me the most is the communication, or lack thereof.

I'm mostly hearing (...sort of...) but grew up around a lot of d/Deaf people, CODAs, interpreters, etc. so while I can't give any input on the experience of profound deafness, I can at least tell apart different styles of signing. It's a little hard to tell sometimes how much of this is characterization vs. the skill level of the actors, but it is interesting.

Teddy Dimas does not sign fluidly. It's immediately obvious. It's not that he's terrible or that he can't be understood... it's just that there are a lot of tells that he does not sign as a primary language. The terseness of the signs, the deliberateness. You can tell that there's a second of thought before each sign, a jerky sort of compactness to them, that's common with people who learn to sign later in life. (Or who don't get a ton of practice with it.)

Signing, when you do it right, requires the use of your whole body. That can be hard for hearing people, who are generally used to more restrained movements. Teddy Dimas has never quite lost that restraint. He still can't go all in, not with his signing or his parenting.

I always thought this was really interesting, because it means that Teddy most likely learned to sign for his son (tragically uncommon with hearing parents of Deaf children) but that he still can't quite translate his thoughts properly into sign language. He can't quite get his emotions through to his son. There's a barrier there between them, and it seems to be largely one that Teddy's erected -- until Theo starts snapping back.

What I'm getting at is that Teddy has always forcibly drawn his son into his world instead of immersing himself in Theo's, and it shows. And it has really harmed their relationship, in more ways than one.

Zoe... we don't see a ton of her signing, but there does seem to be something somewhat performative about it. It's more fluid, like perhaps she's done it her whole life, but there's also something sort of... idk, false about it? And I wonder if that's just Zoe. It felt like she was always covering up her true feelings of loneliness and emptiness with a flamboyant personality, and the little flourishes to her signing seem to convey that as well. Her signing feels almost theatrical to me.

Theo and Mabel, though... I've always loved that episode where they go to Coney Island together. I get the criticism that Theo said at the beginning that he couldn't understand much of what she said when he was reading lips -- and then she proceeded to just talk at him for the rest of the episode anyway. But to me, at least, that always seemed like it was kind of the point. They couldn't understand each other, not fully, and that was something soothing to them.

There's something healing, I think, about shouting into the void. Letting out all of your most personal, complicated feelings without fear of repercussion or judgement. Talking into the wind because you know it won't talk back. You need to feel that echo but also know that it won't be heard.

I think there was some of that there in their initial relationship. Both of them desperately needed to talk, to get everything off their chests, but both of them also have trouble opening up to others due to trauma. So I think speaking to someone who couldn't understand them was, in some ways, ideal. They could make a human connection while keeping it fairly impersonal. They could unload without fear of judgement -- or worse, understanding.

Oddly, I think their mutual need to communicate without being understood was the one thing they understood best about each other. They could sense each other's loneliness and wariness and inability to trust that they could tell someone something important without it being used against them -- because their love and their trust have always been used against them.

So maybe in a way, their inability to talk to each other was actually what helped them communicate on a deeper level...?

Still, though. Still. I was so pleased to see that Mabel is learning more sign language so she can talk to Theo. She's got a long way to go, but no one learns to sign overnight. She's making progress, and you can tell that Theo appreciates it. There are still times where he gets too excited and signs too fast and she doesn't catch all of it, and there are times when she gets so wrapped up in her own soliloquies that she forgets that you have to face Deaf people while talking to them, but there's a familiarity to it now. When he signs too fast, she smiles and teases him. When she talks too quickly or forgets to sign or turns away from him, he just smiles and sighs and shakes his head. Then waits for her to come back.

Theo finds it irritating, obviously, but also understands that it's just... Mabel. She spends so much time in her own head that she has trouble communicating even with people who speak her language, as evidenced with Tobert. And maybe Theo does understand her in ways that others can't. Maybe it's the very fact that he accepts that he can't always understand her that makes her feel comfortable with him.

I also have to wonder, y'know... Has anyone ever learned to sign for him before, other than his father, who clearly saw it as a burden? Has anyone ever seen him as worth the effort of learning, not out of an obligation to speak to him but a desire to? No wonder he's being patient with her. I wonder if anyone has ever put in as much effort for him as she already has. It makes me so sad to think about, because what she's doing now is so... bare minimum. Theo has been so desperately alone, and so much of that is because his father isolated him. It's because no one else ever reached out. :(

idk, it just makes me happy that these two people who originally bonded over their inability to communicate are now comfortable enough with each other to try actually talking. There's something so shy and so joyful about it. I love that for them, especially Theo.

I don't want him to be alone anymore!! I want him to have someone he can talk to, whom he trusts enough to talk to, who thinks he's worth learning to talk to back!

Their odd brand of bilingual communication (or lack thereof) is just fascinating to me. ;;

#omitb #omitb spoilers #only murders in the building #long post #look I'm not going to pretend to be an expert #I learned to sign from parents and siblings and babysitters and a WHOLE bunch of nuns #some of whom knew ASL and some SEE #I never had formal training because I just learned kind of... organically I guess #and my signing is VERY pidgin #I can talk to my family obviously but I'm never going to call myself an expert #but these are my thoughts at least

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simping-overload · 2 months

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ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ & ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴜᴄᴋꜱ

a/n: love the way my revival is about a man and his ducks.

tags: DUCKS, lucifer being a mentally unstable man, x reader, no gender or pronouns other than 'you' mentioned, luci being smitten for u, not proof read

ヾthis is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem please do not follow or interact with my mlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning ゛

↠lucifer has had a... LOT of frre time on his hands. his ducks are the main thing that kept him partly sane over the years after his split. until you showed up at least.

↠luci loves talking about his ducks with you, they're his pride and joys. please lend an ear to his duck related rambles and he will love you for eternity.

↠he has names for every. single. one. he remembers them, too! they, for the most part, are english names, but there's at least one duck who has a name in each of the earth realms languages.

↠he gives them birthdays—and to his best ability, he will celebrate each one.

↠he makes them lil outfits. most of the time, they are a wide viarty of suits or dresses.

↠he has a LOT of ducks with wedding suits and dresses. theres always a pair getting married at least a few times a month.

↠i can see him with a binder that's filled with all of his ducks names and things like hobbies, likes, dislikes, and etc.

↠if he was a human he would totally do the jeep thing where they put rubber ducks on the jeeps

↠he does something similar but around the castle—he puts them in the strangest places. the broom closet, inside shoes, cereal boxes, and literally any other random corner he can find.

↠he makes everyone interact with a duck, even if he hates them, alastor. everyone in the hotel will have their own duck. he even have a special shelf for them in his duck room too. charlie once caught a glimpse of them when she saw you come out of the room, her eyes nearly popped out of their socket when she gave her father the biggest puppy dog eyes ever when she asked to take them back with her.

↠later that day, she sent pictures of all the guests and staff with their own ducks side by side.

↠speaking of alastor, he(the duck ver) and duckstor have fights so he can take his anger out on it. he acts like a ref in the fights too. no matter what he will come out on top.

↠you of course, have your own duck. tho you didn't know about this until about a couple months after you've gotton together. he loves you dearly but did not want to freak you out with the duck thing.

↠his and duck version of you will have matching outfits that reflect what you're wearing irl. it has him giggling and kicking his feet over this like a school girl.

↠if you indulge him and actively participate in his duck shenanigans and/or even if you start to make your own ducks he will be so so happy.

↠and honestly seeing that lovely light return to his eyes is just the best.

↠your ducks—no matter your relationship with alastor—will be ganging up on duckstor like every day. this is non-disscusable.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin lucifer #hazbin lucifer x reader #hazbin lucifer x you #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #male reader

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samatheia229 · 2 years

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Rise Ponderings:

The Turtles With Japanese Names

I've seen a lot of headcanons lately that support the "Rise boys' given names ARE their colours and they only got the artist names later on" narrative so I'd like to share my own.

Rise Splinter is undoubtedly very Americanised but I think that despite him forsaking his familial duties and old life, he’s still Japanese, is still a Hamato. So, subconsciously, he gave the boys Japanese names (of their corresponding colours, of course).

On that note, for all that Splinter has Celebrity-Who-Gives-Their-Kids-Unique-Names energy, I believe that he would still have enough decency to give them somewhat proper Japanese names not just 'Aka', 'Ao', 'Murasaki' and 'Orenji'.

However, for a period of time, the English-colour-names Splinter uses in the show would have been how addressed each other because they are, for the most part, an English-speaking household. Until an eight-year-old April came along insisting that those weren't 'real names', the turtles English names were 'Red', 'Blue' etc.

After adopting 'proper' English names, those became the common form of address, though Splinter still calls them by the English colours because it's a habit for him. They don't mind.

They don’t use their Japanese names often. It’d mostly be during serious-talk time, in official stuff, calling someone by their full name or teasing.

Ironically, in Splinter's (read: my) effort to not be a basic bitch, most of the boys' Japanese names are female. You can bet they tease the shit out of each other about it. The only one that actually takes offense to the teasing is Donnie whose name is very common and recognisable, so he always gets asked why he has it and/or if he realises that it's a girly name.

The Names

*NOTE: I'm using Kanji here. Fair warning, they could be written wrong, so if there are any Japanese speakers out there, do correct me.

Hamato 'Raphael' Shuiro

Shuiro 朱色 = vermilion

Raph’s name is the only one that isn’t a real given name but I thought it suited him.

Colour Symbolism:

Besides being one of the most dominant colors in Japanese culture, red is associated strongly with authority, strength, sacrifice, passion, joy, and happiness. It's also regarded as an auspicious color in Japan.

Frequently said to have Eldest Daughter Syndrome by the fandom, Raph is the ultimate authority among the brothers. He self-appoints as leader not because he necessarily wants to be, but because as the oldest and the biggest, he feels like it's his responsibility to look after the others. Which often takes great strength and sacrifice. Surface Pressure from Encanto, anyone?

Furthermore, red, specifically vermilion, is very symbolic in Japanese architecture:

Red is the color of torii – Shinto shrine gates – temples, and traditional daruma dolls. Red is said to scare away evil spirits and represent protection, strength, peace, and power.

All in all, very fitting for the big brother and family protector, if you ask me.

Hamato 'Leonardo' Aoi

Aoi 青い = blue

Aoi is a unisex name; meaning hollyhock flower when used for girls and blue for boys. I'm using the male meaning for Leo.

Colour Symbolism:

Blue commonly represents the sea and the sky (for which Japan is surrounded) and symbolizes purity, dignity, calmness, stability, security, and fidelity. Blue is also regarded as a lucky colour.

In this case, blue is rather in juxtaposition with Leo's personality, but looking at it from a franchise perspective, blue is indeed a leader's colour.

Back then, Japanese society was strictly hierarchical and displayed through the colour of their robes. Of the colors that were allowed for common folk, the color blue was work by higher ranking people. It symbolized wealth and prestige, while also remaining a color of the common folk.

That being said, Leo's a little different from his predecessors. Eventually, he will grow into the role of the leader we know and love. But even when he was unburdened from being leader, he was still the strategist. Leo's leadership in fights is a balance between what is uniquely Rise and the mission-mindset of the leaders in blue who came before him, strategies that are fun, wacky and maybe a little unorthodox yet still as effective for the team.

Hamato 'Donatello' Sumire

Sumire 菫 = violet

Sumire is usually a girl's name but I don’t think Splinter would’ve cared all that much about gender.

Donnie doesn't either and even likes his name, though it has caused him a lot of grief over the years. A lot of people think it's strange for a guy with his personality to have such a feminine name, and he's really sick of having to defend his name after introducing himself. Part of why he wanted 'Donnie'.

Colour Symbolism:

Like in the West, purple in Japanese culture is associated with royalty, as purple dye was rare and only available to those of a higher status. It can also reflect on nobility, spirituality, and wisdom.

Out of everyone, Donnie embraces his colour about the most. His clothes are purple, his tech is purple, his lab is bathed in purple lighting. Purple is Donnie's thing. This, in a way, ties in with the colour's exclusivity back then.

Flower Symbolism:

In Hanakotoba (flower language), the meaning of violet is sincerity, a small love, and a small bliss. Violets are a common gift, as they are an ideal way to show appreciation for a family member or friend and to express sincerity or love.

I think this is very Donnie. What he lacks in the emotional department, he makes up for through his tech. He creates things for his family, making them all kinds of personalised gizmo. Sometimes it results in disaster but the intention to help is there. Gift-giving is his love language.

Hamato 'Michelangelo' Mikan

Mikan 蜜柑 = tangerine

Mikan is a common Japanese girl name. Baby girls named "Mikan" are usually joyful, positive-thinkers, smiley and generally happy people.

Mikey loves his name and doesn't care that it's girly and cute, no matter how the others tease him about it. (SIDE NOTE: I swear the near-matching names wasn't intentional. I was just looking for a name that means mandarin orange for a bit I'm writing).

Colour Symbolism:

Orange is symbolic of love, happiness and the sun.

The youngest of the family, Mikey is optimistic and cheerful. He brings joy and colour to the household through his art. He encourages everyone to be express their love openly and always tries to be supportive.

Fruit Symbolism:

Besides good fortune, wealth and longevity, the fruit mikan can be tied to family because of its role in Japanese traditions. In Japan, there is a word “Kotatsu de Mikan”, which means:

A family sits around a kotatsu (a traditional Japanese table with an electric heater attached to the underside), watching TV and eating mikan — the traditional picture of a harmonious family seen in the wintertime.

TLDR; I really love how each turtle has a role to play in the family, how their respective colours are so appropriate for who they are as people, and I wanted their Japanese name to reflect that.

Mikey is all about family. He's the heart, always the peacemaker, always bringing everyone together.

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#the pics aren't mine #So many iterations of TMNT and no Japanese names?#A travesty #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #japanese names #rottmnt headcanons

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brunettebombshells-world · 1 year

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My headcanons on …-

IZANA KUROKAWA 👑

- learned English by reading books at the orphanage

- half his life he didn’t know his origins so even if he’s half Japanese and half Filipino he doesn’t know any single words of Tagalog

- got his earrings in a temple

- he doesn’t like slow people, he prefers when others are fast/quick to do what he orders

- this guy knows his worth so if you want something with/from him you’ll have to beg him or even kneel

- love language : ( giving ) always looking(staring) at you like he’s watching over you

- love language : ( receiving ) telling him what he wants to hear, acting soft and calm with him

- can act like a brat in public if he’s feeling bad/angry

- read people’s facial expressions/body movements so easily it’s like a second nature for him

- i feel like he is not interested nor ready for a romantic relationship

- sleeps for like 3-4 hours

- wears baggy pants/sweaters + heels + Vivienne Westwood jewelry

- hates being interrupted

- stares blankly at his fish tank

- he’s a picky eater

- finds tall girl more attractive (over 165cm/5’5~)

- was often told he was scary looking

- people in the streets would glare at him either because he has a tanned skin and/or because he has “feminine traits” (prominent lashes, perfectly structured face, pretty lips, etc…)

- I think he would not get along with:

-> Taiju Shiba (he finds him stupid for breaking families moral codes and hurting them, he envy him to have siblings and doesn’t like him because he doesn’t show his siblings the love a big brother should)

-> South Terano (thinks he’s just like Hanma that he only wants a little bit of friction and nothing else, he thinks people like this are stupid and boring to hell)

-> Hakkai Shiba (I don’t think he would “hate” him but more ignore him since he sees him as a liar or a scared person that hides behind others for protection)

I think he would get along/would enjoy their companies : (PLATONIC‼️)

-> Senju Kawaragi (he likes the way she’s dedicating all of her life training to be stronger than Mikey, it’s similar to his conviction) ✅

-> Yuzuha Shiba (Even though she’s younger of 3 years he thinks of her as a sister/motherly figure he had been wanting for so long, plus she’s respectful and admirable and she respects his opinion on how he sees life, etc) ✅

-> Seishu Inui (Finds it relaxing that he doesn’t speaks too much because he has grown to love silence, likes how they can talk about how they both loved Shinichiro without being blood related to him) ✅✅

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#tokyo revengers #headcanon #izana imagines #izana x reader #izana kurokawa #taiju shiba #yuzuha shiba #inui seishu #senju kawaragi #south terano #kakucho #mikey x reader #manjirou x reader #bonten #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #hakkai shiba

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blues824 · 8 months

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Please forgive me English not mother language

Dormitory leaders with F!s/o that comes from conservative? (Hope I am using that right) house hold! But what I mean is. F!S/o parents still lives in the times were women had no rights nor did they speak their mind or voiced out their opinions! So in that F!s/o was raised to cook, clean home, bear children and take care of her soon future husband and children. She is a bit of a dunce? You could say she was home schooled and did not learn about the outside world and of its changes over the years... yes she does were clothes that over her ankles!

I love whenever someone says English is not their first language but then they have the most comprehensible English to exist.

Riddle Rosehearts

His mom used to be a stay-at-home mom, but she was a doctor prior to and preceding Riddle’s birth and raising. However, when you are struggling in class, he elects to help you, just to find out about your upbringing. It was no wonder that you were struggling; you weren’t taught to go to school past a certain grade level, and here you are being thrown into a really tough curriculum in a really tough college.

Not only that, but he’s seen you with the Heartslabyul first years as well as Grim. They push you around (Deuce, less so, but he is enabling), to say the least. So, he steps in and interferes whenever he can, refusing them for you. You looked at him with shock as he told you that you needed to speak up and defend yourself, which led you to quietly explaining to him that women weren’t allowed to speak up back in your world and only really had the purpose of learning how to serve their future husbands.

The whole idea shocked him, since there was no level of inequality like this within Twisted Wonderland. After all, four of the Great Seven were women. Shouldn’t those men back in your world know how to take care of themselves on every front? Bro is just absolutely flabbergasted, as it was an unusual notion. However, he does agree with the whole modesty thing, as he prefers to remain modest as well. But, your modesty goes beyond his, as you cover your ankles and are shocked by how many people in the town below the mountain NRC is built on wear shorts to deal with the hot weather.

Leona Kingscholar

This was something to get used to, as back in his homeland the women were the strongest. The day you stepped on his tail was a strange day because he forgave you so easily (he’s scared of women, remember?), but you were trembling and almost in tears. Leona’s moral code would not let him rest until he consoled you, as much as it annoyed him. However, this isolated incident led to a rather strange relationship between the two of you.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, you were alright. You pretty much started acting like his wife, and he kind of evolved into the role of your husband. He was your protector, and you made really good food. This was the first time where you finally found comfort, some sort of normalcy, within Twisted Wonderland. However, Leona wanted you to know that he was serving you instead of it being the other way around. He didn’t want to seem like a lazy, deadbeat guy to you. For you, he actually put in effort.

His only goal was for you to find your own freedom, hobbies, etc., and he was not afraid to snap at your ‘friends’ for walking all over you. He’s also not afraid to spoil you, even though he acts like he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t eat anyone else’s food besides yours… not even Ruggie’s. He may not be able to help you with your schoolwork as he always skips classes, but he will make sure you get to each class safely, which gets him to attend his classes by extension.

Azul Ashengrotto

Your clothing is in history textbooks that he read to try and learn about human history, yet you are wearing it? He’s not judging tall, but it is rather unusual. But, you are rather unusual. You seem to be struggling in class, and when the professor assigned him to tutor you (free of charge), he learned about your unfair upbringing. You hadn’t gone to school past the 5th grade. You were very quiet, and when he asked why you weren’t able to, you stated that women were supposed to stay at home and learn to be wives and mothers. The notion was weird to Azul, as the people of the sea had no such system.

He decided that he would take over in teaching you so that you could succeed in NRC’s curriculum, as long as you worked in the Mostro Lounge. Not only would it grant you exposure to the modern world, but only bit by bit as you cook and serve the food and work alongside men as their equal. It was a lot of work, but you seemed to be up to the challenge because you were waiting for an opportunity like this, even back in your own world.

When you actually get romantically involved, he lets you know that you have his full support in anything you wanted to do. He still continued to tutor you, but you became a strong, independent woman. Not even Grim had control over you anymore, and you have even made a threat to Crowley, saying that if he didn’t improve your living conditions free of charge, you would run to the press with the pictures you have taken of Ramshackle and bring down the reputation of Night Raven College.

Kalim Al-Asim

His mom was a stay-at-home mother, but she had the choice to work because she was greatly educated. However, with the many children she had, she opted to raise them as she wanted to have a close relationship with all of her children. You are a different case. He once was paired up with you in a project for a shared class between you two, and you both were completely lost. However, you seemed more distressed about it and he got you to talk about your experience (or lack thereof) in education back in your world. He was shocked that women typically didn’t go past the 5th grade, and the traditions were definitely very strange.

Unfortunately, he is a bit of a dunce himself, so he can’t help you much. However, surely Jamil will help! You didn’t like the imbalance in favors, so you opted to help the Vice Housewarden in any way you could. For example, you would help him in the kitchen, as you were very skilled in the culinary arts due to your time spent in the kitchen. It was better that Jamil watched over you in the kitchen anyway, as he could make sure that Kalim’s meal wasn’t poisoned.

As you are growing into your own independent person, you have Kalim’s support every single step of the way, both financially and emotionally. He is the type of man you would read in romance novels back at home, where he genuinely loves you and wants to provide for you and spoil you. You are working hard and are dedicated to making something of yourself, and your boyfriend here sees that and admires you for it.

Vil Schoenheit

He has never seen anyone wear clothing like yours out of habit, mostly just when they film movies. So, he wants to make you clothes that are a bit more up-to-date. If you want to maintain the same level of modesty, he will respect that and keep it in mind while he’s sewing. If you want to experience and raise the hemline of your skirts or pants, he will gladly do so. Also, if you are struggling with Potionology, he will volunteer to help you. However, you feel bad that he’s doing all of these things for you, so you rise early every single morning just to bring him a healthy breakfast that went along with his current diet to make sure that he had energy for the day.

Because of your mutual agreement, he acts as a protector of sorts. Your first year friends won’t try and walk all over you because you have the Housewarden of Pomefiore backing you up. Grim, Ace, and Deuce were all idiots that would hinder your learning, and he’s actually not wrong. However, you didn’t appreciate how he spoke about your friends, so you told him. It felt liberating to finally speak to someone so openly about how you felt, after your entire life being spent learning to conceal your emotions, thoughts, and feelings.

Whatever you decide your goal to be, Vil will be there to support you. But, he’s the type to not let you quit when things get hard. He knows that you can do it; he knows your capacity. Also, he’s not above threatening Crowley if he decides he wants to push any of his responsibilities on you, as he should be acting like the Headmage rather than a corrupt business CEO that pushes everything on his employees. You were a student, not an employee, and you deserved to be treated the same as your peers.

Idia Shroud

He thought your clothes only currently existed in anime that portrayed the ‘olden days’ and in museums, but from what he could see in his iPad camera in class, you wore it liberally. However, what really got his attention was when you had started treating Ortho like your own child. You were very gentle and motherly towards his younger brother, and it made Idia so flustered because you were very pretty and you come close to his room every single time you walk Ortho back to Ignihyde.

Your relationship started with him teaching you how to use various machines and technology, and you were very embarrassed at your lack of knowledge about these types of things. In turn, you once went over and knocked on his door, carrying various different sweets that you made. Idia was on the brink of fainting when he opened the door to see you… his crush… extending a tray of homemade candies towards him and thanking him for everything he has done for you thus far. With shaking hands, he took the trey from you, just for you to lean forward and place a simple peck on his cheek before leaving. Ortho rushed to catch the tray as it flew in the air while Idia fell to the floor unconscious.

As much as he wishes he could support you in-person, he rarely goes outside due to his family’s curse. However, you didn’t mind sticking by him as it gave you an excuse to be away from Ace, Deuce, and Grim. That’s not to say that you are not growing into your own person and your own hobbies, but in your spare time you retreat to your lover’s room. There, you would do homework and prepare dinner for the two of you. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Malleus Draconia

In case you didn’t know, his grandmother is running the entire land of Briar Valley. His grandmother is a woman, so he never really viewed any gender as ‘superior’. However, when you both met each other, he learned about the patriarchal system back in your homeland (it’s giving Ken). That night was short, but it felt long for both of you as you both talked and learned about each other. That conversation was ingrained into your minds, and you both fell in love at first conversation.

He will gladly assist you whenever you need help with any of the course work. You explained, very embarrassed, that you never went to school past Grade 5. Malleus was very patient, and he explained everything in a polite tone. His retainers were also in the library, covering their faces with books as they spied on the Crowned Prince. Eventually, once you got your work done, you found a book on one of the shelves that outlined the time that you lived in. It was surprising, as there was no such system of oppression like the one in your world, but rather the style of clothing and the beliefs were similar. Malleus read the book from front to back, and by the time he returned the book, he got more insight into your life.

The dragon prince is not afraid to spend money on you so that you can grow independently and dive into your own interests. He holds a lot of monetary influence at NRC, so when Crowley is feeling lazy and wants to put all of his responsibilities on your shoulders, he will threaten to defund the college. Eventually, you start to make promises of your own (because they’re not threats if you use the word 'promise'), and Malleus could not be more proud of you.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 months

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hi Jake! I absolutely love your blogs, and I’m wondering if you can do some Homicidal Liu/liu woods hcs? :3 please & thank you!!

GUH LIU <333 He's my special guy I love him

TW: Mentions of abuse, trauma, very light gore, a little angst

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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General Liu Headcanons

The biggest thing about Liu that effects his day to day life is his DID

He grew up in a very dysfunctional home, where his parents only really had kids as makeshift butlers and to live vicariously through them

Liu, being the older brother had a lot of the "harder" tasks given to him such as cooking for the family, making sure everyone had clean clothes, when jeff was a baby he had to change jeff's diapers, etc

So both kids were very mentally unstable from the start, but what really set the hammer in the coffin for Liu developing DID was that whenever he either did something wrong or didn't do his "chores", he was severely punished by being locked in a closet with no food, water or bathroom privileges for unknown amounts of time

This being said, he has waaay more alters than just Sully, Sully is just the one that fronts the most due to Sully being the main protector of the system

Other than Sully, Liu's system is made up of mostly littles and caretaker alters

Which can be very scary at times, so he does everything in his power to make sure that if someone does happen to front, it isn't any of the littles

Ok, i'm done talking about his DID now

I imagine him to either be fully Columbian or mixed Columbian with American

Jeff is the same way

Speaking of Jeff, Liu is about 5 years older than Jeff

Also on the topic of Jeff, Liu still very much loves his brother, and understands that during the "incident" he was very mentally unstable and he wasn't entirely in control of his own actions at the moment

But after being reunited with Jeff, it took a very, very long time for Liu to even stay in the front of his mind when around Jeff, let alone feel safe around him

Over the years, their relationship has significantly improved

Liu still doesn't feel comfortable being alone with Jeff, or even really going anywhere with Jeff, but he is able to hang out with him and talk

His height is around 5'9"

He always smells like vanilla and sometimes like a grandma's perfume

SPEAKING OF GRANDMAS

Liu is a total grandma

He says "oh lordy lord" after waking up from a long nap, he does the english teacher cardigan tuck, he says "kids these days", etc

But he's chill guys I swear (Jeff come get your boy he just said "Flabbergasted" in front of the hoes)

Also he loves plants

so much

someone stop this guy

It started out innocent enough, just a few plants to take care of because he read that taking care of plants can help with depression

And then he kind of spiraled

He has names for all of them, designated personalities, sometimes he knits them clothes for their pots

He's generally a very quiet guy

I wouldn't say shy per se....but he's like....shy in a cool history teacher way

guys he takes it up the butt

Woah who said that??? wild. Anyways!

He's so gentle and calming guh..

Love that guy, he's so special to me

ALSO he doesn't techincally have any pets but like...there's this one stray cat that comes around that he feeds and in return the cat brings him little dead things

He's named him "Harold Jackson"

He likes to read

He's one of those booktok girlies with all the tabs and highlighters

Genuinely squeals like a bitch when he sees a "Penguin Classics" book out in public

(I'm projecting onto him)

His proxy tattoo is on his shoulder, like right on top of it

He got his ears pierced at the young young age of 25 (reluctantly. Jeff forced him)

And now he wears all sorts of fun earrings! (he wears those e-boy cross earrings...)

His spotify wrapped consisted of David Bowie, Hozier, Cigarettes after sex, and mitski

His favorite color is beige and his hobbies include ironing clothes and sending emails <33

Guys idk if you can tell but i love him a lot

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #homicidal liu x reader #homicidal liu #homocidal liu #liu woods

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9 number things you might not know as a foreign speaker of Danish

This is a mishmash of both cultural things and linguistic things. The idea for this post appeared in my head at 3 am so bear with me. As for the lack of links, I am adding them in a reblog to try to avoid tumblr nerfing my post.

1) Quarters – how to measure time In Denmark, we love measuring time in quarters of an hour. We love it so much we don't care about specifying the kind of quarter, it's just kvarter (itk.). Generally, we tend to use kvarter mostly just when speaking about 15 or 45 minutes, but it does go further than that. So here's a quick guide on how to tell time other than just doing as you would in English:

15 minutes – et kvarter 30 minutes – en halv time 45 minutes – tre kvarter 75 minutes/1h 15m – en time og et kvarter · fem kvarter 90 minutes/1h 30m – halvanden time (see 2) 105 minutes/1h 45m – en time og tre kvarter

and so forth, if you care to. Using fem kvarter is uncommon but acceptable, but never go further than that using just quarters of an hour. I would say that once you pass 2 hrs, I most commonly hear people starting to just count hours and minutes as you would in English.

2) Halvanden – half second An archaic way of saying 'one and a half' that just stuck for some reason. This is the preferred way to say 'one and a half ' for most people. No, this is not a joke.

Halvanden, 'half second' means halfway between one and two. Until quite recently (we're talking less than a century) halvtredje (2.5), halvfjerde (3.5), etc. were also in common use, but they have disappeared so rapidly that most current speakers will have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about. However, the ghosts of this way of counting live on in the numbers halvtreds (50), halvfjerds (70), and halvfems (90). You can read more about that in my old post about Danish numbers (see reblogs).

3) Week 42 We use week numbers! Week 1 is the first week in the new year to contain a Thursday, as we count weeks as Monday through Sunday. You don't necessarily need to know what week it is all the time, but a lot of adults use weeks in place of specific dates. I am forever thankful to ugenr.dk (you just type in a date and it tells you what week it is in or vice versa).

Important weeks are:

Week 7/8 – winter break for kids in primary and secondary school (not to be confused with Christmas break). It varies depending on municipality whether it's week 7 or 8. Lots of people go skiing these weeks.

Week 26 through 31 – summer break is usually during these weeks. All students in primary and secondary school, as well as university students and students doing professional bachelor's degrees and the like have these weeks off from school.

Week 42 – arguably the most important week. All students mentioned above have this week off from school. It's autumn break and it's ALWAYS week 42 and JUST week 42. Originally, it was to allow students in rural areas help their parents harvest potatoes (a nickname for autumn break is kartoffelferien 'the potato break'), and we just kept it.

4) DD-MM-(YY)YY If you write dates as MM-DD people will think you're a lunatic. Don't, unless you're specifically talking about 9/11, colloquially referred to as just 9/11 (nine-eleven, as you would say it in English).

5) 00:00 Denmark, like a lot of other European countries, uses 24hr clocks. Obviously, analogue clocks and watches are common, and it's perfectly ok to say stuff like klokken fire om eftermiddagen 'four o'clock in the afternoon' or klokken otte om aftenen 'eight o'clock in the evening', but you are expected to just know that 21:00 is the same as 9 PM. You can also say klokken toogtyve 'twenty-two o'clock', and it's quite normal to ask for clarification of whether people are talking AM or PM by saying stuff like klokken elleve eller klokken treogtyve? 'eleven o'clock or twenty-three o'clock?'. You cannot use AM and PM when speaking or writing Danish. The day begins at midnight; 00:00.

Don't worry yourself too much over this. Everyone occasionally forgets that 19:00 is in fact 7 o'clock and not 9 o'clock.

6) Halv to – half one When you're measuring half hours in Danish, you're always measuring towards the next whole number. It's never half past, it's always half to. As such, half (past) one is halv to 'half two' in Danish.

7) Grades (years) This is an ultra quick rundown of the Danish school system. School is mandatory for 10 years and homeschooling is allowed. This covers primary and lower secondary school.

Most people start school the year they turn 6. My birthday is in April, so I was 6 when I stated school, my sister's birthday is in September, so she was 5.

The mandatory grades are as follows. The ages are all possibly ages of a child attending that grade (not accounting for starting school early or late):

Indskolingen, grades 0-3 0. klasse/børnehaveklasse - 5-7 yo 1. klasse – 6-8 yo 2. klasse – 7-9 yo 3. klasse – 8-10 yo

Mellemtrinnet, grades 4-6 4. klasse – 9-11 yo 5. klasse – 10-12 yo 6. klasse – 11-13 yo

Overbygningen/udskolingen, grades 7-9 7. klasse – 12-14 yo 8. klasse - 13-15 yo 9. klasse - 14-16 yo

Some may choose to do 10. klasse, if they feel like they need more schooling or maybe if they're attending an efterskole.

Once they've finished their mandatory schooling, a lot of Danes choose to attend upper secondary school. You can do it in 3 years (stx, hhx, htx, and eux) or 2 years (hf, 2-årigt studenterkursus). Special circumstances like being an elite level athlete or attending MGK (preparation for attending a music conservatoire) may lead to people spending 4 years in upper secondary. Hf often sees a lot of adult students.

Gymnasium/HF, the grades are said as [ordinal number, letter(s)] 1.g (15-17 yo)/1.hf 2.g (16-18 yo)/2.hf 3.g (17-19 yo)

8) Grades (performance)

Danish schools have a 7-grade system. It's called 7-trinskalaen, and each grade corresponds to an ECTS grade (in fact, it's specifically designed for compatibility, and a lot of people above the age of 30 miss the old scale). Generally, students don't get grades until 7th grade. The grades are:

12 – A 10 – B 7 – C 4 – D 02 – E 00 – Fx -3 – F

If you are not familiar with the ECTS system, E, Danish 02, is the lowest passing grade. The intention behind the 0's in 02 and 00 is to make it impossible for the students to "change" their grade by just adding 1 in front of the grade, but the 0's are in fact also said out loud.

9) Ordinal numbers

Ordinal numbers are written as a number followed by a full stop. You do not capitalise the first letter of any word following the full stop (see 7) even though MS Word will try to convince you it's the right thing to do.

You can read a lot more about numbers on the Danish numbers post (again, in a reblog), but the basics that might not be covered by formal learning materials are:

nulte zeroth. This literally only exists for 0. klasse and for numbers to the zeroth power. fyrretyvende/fyrrende* – fortieth halvtredsindstyvende/halvtredsende* – fiftieth tresindstyvende/tressende* – sixtieth halvfjerdsindstyvende/halvfjerdsende* – seventieth firsindstyvende/firsende* – eightieth halvfemsindstyvende/halvfemsende* – ninetieth

The forms marked with an asterisk are largely informal spoken language to the degree that they are even considered wrong by some. Generally, they are accepted as the standard forms among the younger generations, but be careful when talking to people above the age of ~45.

#original #danish #danish language #danish langblr #langblr #tongueblr #danish numbers #school #time #dates #numbers #uhhh i think thats it

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Being Sam's Twin With Your Own Abilities Would Include:

A/N: Based off this imagine :) I really liked the idea and wanted to write more! Contains s1/s2 spoilers! Just writing to write lol I missed it and I'm having fun 💜

Being twins, you and Sammy were always close

Everyone who saw you asked if you were identical. Clearly you weren't, but people asked stupid questions when it came to twins

John had not one to blame, but two, each of you paying in your own way. He could be mean when he wanted, and after it happened, you'd find one another, not really talking about it, just looking for company

"You think all Dads say these things?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

You and Sam formed your own babble baby language that freaked both John and Sam out. You'd laugh and laugh and it wouldn't make any sense but to the both of you

You don't remember the language, but you two still crack each other up and share these knowing looks that no one else can decipher. You can bicker and yell and laugh and joke just with your eyes

The two of you lived in Dean's hand-me-downs. Sam hated it, but you never minded. Everything was already worn and comfortable. Plus it made you feel special, like you were cool like your big brother

Yelling at you, Dean and John would get your names mixed up and that would just make them angrier

You and Sam would comfort one another when you were scared, hiding under the blankets with a flashlight

Sam learned to read first, he always so smart, so at night he'd read to you what he could so you could sleep. Sometimes he had a real book, other times he'd read the back of a cereal box or (on extremely rare occasion it wasn't glued to his side) he'd read from your fathers journal

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you read to me?"

He never got frustrated or upset, not even when you learned how to read by yourself. There was just something so soothing about his voice

Dean made each of you hold his hands when you were leaving the motel in the middle of the night or crossing the street. He really felt like a dad with too much on his plate, trying to round up the both of you

You both excelled in school

Your father wasn't too worried about that. You made him proud if you could shoot straight and fight off an attacker, whatever the species, not if you got an A+ on a paper or test

You knew this from the beginning, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. You hated seeing the look on Sam's face when he shoved his good grade into his backpack

Learning different languages together. At first, just Latin, but then a little Spanish, French, Russian, sign language, etc. It was like having your own language again, one neither John nor Dean could figure out

"Stop doing that, you two."

"Doing what?"

"English. We speak English in this house."

Neither you nor Sam wanted to be hunters. You were good at it, sure, but you wanted more for your life. You wanted to go to college and parties and go on real dates and be normal people

Together, you applied to universities, both getting into Stanford

When Sam had that big fight with John, you left too. You would always defend Sam. That night, you got in John's face, and you yelled. Screamed. It was brutal. He'd never admit it, but it broke Dean. It had always been the three of you. Now he was alone

You and Sam clung together those first few weeks of the semester

Being around all those strangers, having the upbringing that you did, it made you feel like a freak. Eventually you learned what to say, how to be, and you found your place

You were the Winchester Twins to anyone who knew you. Neither of you minded that title

You met Jessica when they first started dating and instantly loved her. The flings you dated were nothing, but Jess really meant something to Sam, so she did to you, too. Eventually, when he decided, you were the first person he talked to about getting engaged to her. You were ecstatic. You really wished your mom was here to see just how great Sam turned out

Sam doesn't tell you about his nightmares, but you can always tell when something is off. He looks tired. Jumpy. You wish, later on, that you had brought it up

Dean goes to you before he goes to Sam, knowing if you say yes, he will too

Initially, you aren't scared or worried, but the more your brother talks, the more fear you see in him

"Y/n, you're really falling for this?"

"Sam, il est vraiment inquiet. Et si papa est blessé ou mort ?"

"Tu ne peux pas être sérieux. C'est de papa dont nous parlons."

"English!"

Eventually he agrees

You hadn't noticed it back then, but your abilities were appearing, too

You didn't know they were dead, though. Sometimes, you couldn't tell. The newly dead had a way of seeming alive. The longer it's been, the worse their injuries seemed to get

There were no signs. A group of women, all dressed up with bridesmaids banners around them. One dressed in white with a tiara. It was the middle of the day, in the middle of campus, but they all seemed drunk. Still, you didn't question it. The night before, all five of them were on the news. Drunk driving accident, no survivors

You barely gave it a second thought

Like old times, you and Sam fight over whose going to sit in the front seat

You and Sam get pulled back into the lives you left behind. It's nice seeing Dean again, listening to the music your father used to play, etc.

When Dean drops you two back at school, you go your separate ways. All you want to do it take a shower and wash the past few days away

It's not until you see the fire do you run back outside

You run into Jess, though, on the lawn of the house you're staying at. She's freezing, in nothing but her pajamas. You tell her to wait there, knowing Sam would give her his coat if you asked

When you get to him, though, he looks sick. Petrified. Dean tells you the news. Jess was dead, the same way as your mom. You almost object, but when you look back to where you left her, she isn't there

You don't bring it up, not then, not for a while

You try to be there for Sam, but he reteats into himself. He has nightmares, he's antsy, angry. You're not sure how to help, what to say, so you let him feel what he has to feel

Strange things keep happening, especially when you're close to your mothers killer, but you don't say a word

Missouri is the only person who knows, and she's very secretive about it. She tells you not to be afraid of them, to welcome them and your abilities

You want to ask her what it means, but Dean interrupts the conversation

When you and Sam bring Dean to see the healer, you accidentally talk to some of his victims. You warn them that it's not safe for them to be there. They look so sad when you say this, not realizing it was too late for them

After John dies, you run into him in the hallway. You thank God that Dean's okay, telling him he's fine, he's going to be fine. John just stares at you. He opens his mouth to speak, but Sam calls you instead. When you look back, he's gone. You find out he died just a few minutes ago

You don't talk about John with either of your brothers. Dean is angry, and Sam feels guilty for fighting with him, but you just feel crazy. Insane. You truly feel like you're losing it

The more visions Sam has, the more people you see. The worse they get. You visit a few of the people like you, but it isn't until after you encounter Andy and Webber do things start to get scary

Dean basically interrogates you about seeing the future or mind control or whatever it is that you might be able to do given that Andy and Webber had abilities (and were twins) just like you and Sammy

You insisted nothing was happening, you didn't have anything special about you. You knew neither were fooled, but Sam made Dean let it go, for your sake

Still you catch them looking at you strangely every so often, especially when you suspect you've seen another dead person

On the way back from a hunt, you stop at a motel where everything that could go wrong does go wrong

Enter this imagine :)

It takes a lot of coaxing, but eventually, you let Sam in as long as he doesn't turn on the light. You can't bear to look at the hanging man

It all comes out whether you want it to or not

Seeing Jess the night of the fire, and John, and your mom, and all those other people. It was horrible. You couldn't make sense of them. Some were victims, homicides and suicides, some were from your hunts, but others just seemed to be regular people who died

Sam feels so guilty that you couldn't come to him about this, that you had kept such a huge secret from him

Dean is angry. He can't protect you from what he can't see. How can he put a stop to this when he doesn't even know what it is?

They make you promise that when you see something, you tell them. You tell them only when you can't hide your fear or discomfort

Dean cringes every time, especially when they're next to you in the car or at your bedside when you go to sleep/wake up

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"They're back."

"Which one?"

"The man with no eyes."

Sam reads to you when you go to sleep, when they're standing over you

These days it's Wikipedia pages about your latest hunt or things he finds in odd corners of the internet about being able to see the dead. He's constantly looking for more information about you and him

Thankfully the power seems to go away when Sammy's does, but you know long before he's going to get one of his visions or dreams. They always stand outside the windows and wait and watch

#i know these things im a twin lol #sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester headcanon #dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester headcanon #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural headcanon #ennasfavorites #series

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onskepa · 4 months

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Hello! It's my first request and you are also the first writer I will request. Can you do a neteyam and a human girl but she is an arab girl? They are together XD

He calls her yawne, sevin and any other nicknames but she just calls his habibi

It'd be so cute when she'd be calling him habibi and he's so confused because he knows this is not english. But he asks his father and finds out this is another language from earth.

Maybe she can speak a bit of arabic to him?

Helloooooooo sweetie!! This one took me a bit longer than I thought. I went through the Arabic dictionary to understand the basics and make sure what I am putting is right. But hopefully this turned out lovely!!! Enjoy!!

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حبيبي

When dating someone, the first stage is always the awkward stage. Being shy and nervous around your lover, especially if you are a teenager. Cuddling while being tense, not knowing what to say, eye contact. The whole thing. But the awkward stage isn't forever, as the couple gets more comfortable with each other. Pet names is the next stage. It confirms how one sees the other, a sign and wording of love and deep care. And there are normal pet names like: pooki, honey bun, babe, sweetie, etc. And there are unique pet names that are unique to their own. A little bond just for them. Those hold more special meaning that average pet names.

And that seals the relationship and opens a clear path to a stronger, loving bond.

Neteyam ran as fast as he could to the human base. Excitement filled his veins, it was complete! A new hijab made from the finest of fibers his forest could ever offer. And the finest hijab is to belong to his loving new lady.

Things were starting to settle in their new romantic relationship. Was tense and a bit awkward in their starting days but now they are closer than ever. Understand the traditions and cultural heritage his lover has, who is Arabic, he did his best to understand it all.

When getting to know each other, his Yawntu talked about what her country was like back on Earth. Told him stories, myths and legends. And most of all, the language. To neteyam, writing in Arabic was difficult, and speaking it was just as challenging. But he welcomes new things. He can understand English well enough, so that has become their common language to speak. Of course his Yawntu puts effort in learning na’vi so that she may converse more with the village.

Opening the door to her room, neteyam enters and smiles at his beloved. There she was, reading a book. Looking up, the human girl smiled at him with hearts in her eyes. They meet in the middle as they embrace each other in full warmth.

“I missed you ma’sevin” Neteyam says in a cooing manner. His sevin hugs back, replying “I missed you too wasim”. Neteyam’s ear twitched, he didnt understand that word but from the way she said it, must be a loving pet name.

“Wasim, what does that mean sevin?” Neteyam asks kindly, happy to reply she answers. “Wasim means handsome”. Now this made his tail curl in a playful manner. “Handsome? You see me as a handsome young man, sevin?” he teases while leaning in closer to her face. His dear love couldn't help but blush at his little act and gorgeous smirk.

“W-well, you call me pretty, i-it's only fair I call you handsome” she stutters out.

“Dad, why do humans speak more than one language?” Neteyam asks one day as he helps his dad weave something together. Jake pauses momentarily, giving a moment to think before answering.

“Well son, back on Earth, humans aren't able to connect in a way that na’vi do. Even back then, there was not much to communicate with each other. People living in different areas on Earth developed their own cultures and communities. Even developing new languages”.

A small moment of silence between them before neteyam asks again, “And how do they develop language? How are they able to make it sound so different from each language?”. Jake scratches his chin a bit and mutters “should have paid attention to history class…”

Neteyam tilts his head in confusion. Jake waves his hand in a dismissive way. “Forget that”

Pausing at their craft, they get more comfortable in sitting.

“Why the sudden interest?” Jake asks, trying to understand neteyams' curiosity for something about humans.

“Ummm…well there is a human I began to talk to, she stands out a lot from the others you know. She wears a cloth around her hair and wears more clothing and speaks an odd language” neteyam answers.

“I see. And this girl, are you friends with her?” Jake asks, observing his son as he moves and behaves.

Scratching a bit on the back of his head, neteyam replies “You could say that. We have been getting to know each other. But she is so cool! Her accent is different but amazing, she showed me a bit of how to write in her native language. It is hard. Oh, and…”

Jake observes how animated and happy neteyam is as he explains the details of his new friend. Chuckling a bit to himself, jake knows his son won't be silent if given the chance to mention the human girl. It is nice, to see neteyam be happy and express himself more.

“Your friend seems very nice, but you forgot one important thing, what is her name?” he asks.

“Oh, her name is…”

“Here, I hope it's perfect for you, I can still make adjustments” Neteyam says as he offers his newly made hijab. The girl grabs it gently and looks at it in awe. “Oh habibi, this looks and feels wonderful, here let me put it on”. Taking that as his cue, the boy turns to give his little lover some privacy to change her hijab. A minute later he turns around.

“How does it feel?” he asks a bit nervously. Getting a good feel of it, the girl smiles so happily, “wonder, perfect, the colors are truly beautiful. And the material is so soft yet firm. The feel of the forest. The smell….I know that smell very well” she teases, giving him a flirt smirk.

Neteyam couldn't help but blush at her words.

“أنت تعرف دائمًا ما يجب أن تقدمه لي، ومع ذلك أشعر كما لو أنني لم أعطك ما يكفي مني."

The way the girl spoke was lovely, the curl of the sounds and how it rolls of her tongue was so intriguing. Yes he may not understand everything, but it only pulls him in more to hear the girl's language.

“Im sorry, I cant understand what you said. '' Neteyam apologies. The girl giggles a bit, holding his hands. Looking up at him, dark eyes meeting his bright ones, “I can teach you if you like. We can speak it together, and I like to hear my language coming from you”.

His tail thumps against the floor, feeling happy and excited. Smiling widly, he agrees. So, the girl brings out a clean notebook and a pen. “Alright, lets try something simple” she suggests. Nodding, he sees her write a simple sentence.

أحبك

“Alright, this one is easy, repeat after me, 'uhibuk “ His love instructions. Listening to her words closely, he repeats.

“'Uhibuk”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! I hope I got the arabic words right. Had to google it. Until next time! see ya!

wasim = handsome

habibi = my love

" “أنت تعرف دائمًا ما يجب أن تقدمه لي، ومع ذلك أشعر كما لو أنني لم أعطك ما يكفي مني." = You always know what to give me, yet I feel as though I have not given you enough from me.

'uhibuk = I love you

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #neteyam sully #neteyam fluff #neteyam x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x you #avatar twow #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x oc

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mysticficti0n · 10 months

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All my attention Part 8

warnings- SMUT!!- MDI you have been warned- dom/sub!switch kinda, swearing, smutty to fluffy

words- 2.8k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well, sorry this one is shorter than I'd like for it to be but I didn't want to go straight into the next storyline for the next part ♡

(hey guys I'm finally back! I'm so so sorry this has taken so fucking long but I've been beyond busy these past few days with school etc and I've had no time to even go on enjoy part 8 guys)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

Tom's eyes became stern, even from below me he still had all the control, his hands bunched my skirt up around my waist as he pulled me down to his lips "don't be cocky with me alright?" he spoke to my skin "especially if you want to walk tomorrow Y/n" my heart jumped in my chest, I started to grind myself over his hardening in his jeans, his eyes fluttering shut when I hit the right spots, I pulled away from his grasp standing from the bed and sliding my skirt off leaving myself in just my thong, Tom watched me like a hawk his eyes not leaving any part of my body for a second. I turned back to him, his one arm bent under his head as his free hand lay over his bare stomach, I stood over him, my hands running against his thighs stopping at the top of he jeans

"can I?" he looked taken back at me asking, I waited until he nodded his head and I unbuttoned the denim pulling them down his legs revealing his hard on pressing against his boxers, I threw his jeans somewhere in my room and climbed back onto of him, his arm moved to toy with my thong strap

"you forgot to take off these" he grinned letting the material snap to my skin, with that I pushed myself up standing on my knees and looking to him

"I'm waiting" Tom moved quickly, his hands going to my side and ripped the material in two "thank you" I grinned as I kissed his forehead

"your gorgeous" I smirked letting myself lean back onto his clothed cock, the tent looking bigger than before, I let my hand run over him seeing him quiver under it "Y/n- take them off.." my eyes darted to him "please" I nodded, coming of his lap and going between his legs, I pulled the material down his dick sprung free hitting below his bellybutton, my eyes widen at his size, I walked away to my bookshelf, a small noise leaving him as he realised I wasn't near him, I could feel him watching me as I reached into a small pot and opened the lid

"so extra-small?" I teased pulling out a condom from my stash

"hell yeah" he answered, eyes watching my tits as I came back to him, I straddled his hips but faced away from him, his fingers drew shapes along my spine making me shake involuntary, I looked down to his dick, it was god-like, I grabbed it away from his stomach and let my hand swipe down until it reached his base, a noise left Tom as I did it again "f-v..fuck" he hummed. I ripped open the packet and pulled the condom free, I held it against his tip feeling his body tense I began rolling it down his length until my hand hit his skin again. I turned around to face him again, his chest falling slowly "I had a great view" he smiled holding my face

"aren't these better?" I asked as I pressed a kiss to his hand that he placed to my jaw, he nodded, using his hand he hooked it around my neck pulling me to him pressing kisses in a line from my lips to my ear

"now let's put your pretty little pussy to work hm?" he cooed

I bit my lip nodding excitedly siting back so his cock was between my thighs, I rose up onto my knees lining my self up with him, I held him in my hand, his tip grazing my heat. Tom held me gently as I began to sit back down, he fully pushed in and I couldn't stop the words leaving my mouth "holy- fuck Tom" I groaned until I met with his base "ah shit" I breathed, head rolling back

"you're okay Y/n- you can take it can't you?" I nodded, relaxing to his new shape "good girl, talk to me"

"mmh, just-so big" I spoke finally looking back at Tom who's face was softer than before

"just tell me the your ready" I took a deep breath and finally rose on my knees once more, slowly falling again "thats it" he smiled, I found a small pace, rising and falling quicker than before Tom each time threatening to push deeper, his hands clasped to me helping my movement

"Ah! feels so good" I called as his tip brushed my g-spot making my body shudder "Tom right there" I felt him hold me in place tightly as his hips slammed to mine destroying the pace we had before, every time he hit my spot he made my voice turn to pieces "Yes yes yes! God Tom yes!"

"shit- good girl, like that Y/n...so fucking tight" Tom's voice was deep, I watched his lip tuck between his teeth as he pushed me closer and closer to my fall "fuck this" before I knew it he pulled out switching our positions, he towered over me, his arms caging my head in, my legs tangled around his hips as he pushed in again "ugh, fuck you feel so perfect Y/n" I hummed as the knot in my stomach threatened to snap

"deep-deeper please" I squealed, hearing a low chuckle leave the boys lips as he bottomed out, my ass hitting his thighs "FUCK!" I yelled, Tom moved his hand hands to push my legs over his shoulders, pulling me to the edge of my bed, his pace never stopped even when he came off the bed

"you close baby?" I nodded shutting my eyes tightly "no-no I need to see you pretty girl, let me fucking see you" I forced my eyes back open to meet his dark ones "you gonna cum? hum gonna cum Y/n- come on doll cum for me" with his few words I felt a feeling I'd never felt before, legs shaking, heart pounding and my fingers dug into my sheets

"HOLY FUCK TOM" I screamed in pure ecstasy, my world turning blank and every sense in my body heightened all I could think about was the feeling of Tom inside my heat. I fell from my high seeing Tom pulling out and spread my thighs so he could reach my face

"you did so well baby- breathe you're okay alright" I breathed out agreeing with his words, his hand reach to my jaw and he pulled me softly toward him and he pressed kissed to every inch of my face

"that..that was the most I think I've ever came- fucking hell" I panted Tom's face turned proud as he pushed his forehead against mine "did you?" I motioned to his still hard cock and I already knew my answer- "sit on the bed" I demanded standing myself up trying to ignore that I could barley feel my legs

"Y/n it's fine you don't need to-" I pushed Tom down, his arms propping himself up

"shut up alright- you wanna cum?" I asked seeing his smirk turn to a 'O' shape "words Tom"

"yes Y/n" I smiled going to my knees, I was just tall enough to reach his cock, my fingers stroked lines down from the tip to the base curling under the rubber and pulling It off "slowly" he breathed pulling back from the sensitivity, I took the condom and threw it the bin near me and turned my attention back to the burning red tip on Tom. I leaned up more between his thighs and let my face fall inches away from his member, my breath hitting his tip "please- I need you Y/n" he begged making my heart flutter, I came forward pressing a kiss to the red, gently I took his tip into my mouth being careful not to suck yet "ughh" he grumbled, my head got lower and lower until my nose pressed against his abdomen and I came back up letting it go with a 'pop'

"taste so good Tommy" it came out more as a moan and his already hooded eyes narrowed more and without any more thoughts I took him back in my mouth finding an quick pace, his tip pressing the back of my throat making me croak around him, my tongue swirling around his length, Tom's hands dug into the blanket below and I could tell he was holding back so in a smooth movement I grabbed his right hand and placed it to knot into my hair which he didn't hesitate to do, his fingers scrunching my hair into a mess on the top of my head

"god Y/n I'm so close already" his voice was a high pitched whine making a tingle roll down my spine "so good to me- so perfect- fuck I love you so much... shit" I nodded while letting his hand make the pace he wanted, he pushed me down roughly but I couldn't care less, his noises were music to my ears "good girl- fuck princess.... shit you make me feel so good- don't fucking sto-" his hips jerked up meeting with my pumps making him go deeper than before "Y/n I'm gonna cum- Y/n fuck Y/n Y/n Y/n" he chanted in a hoarse tone until "Y/n!" my name fell from his lips as strings of his cum shot into my mouth, I gave him one last lick before pulling off and standing over him as he finally came down form his high, his eyes reopened watching me, teary and lighter, I leaned closer to him, our faces close and I swallowed his load, circling my lips with my finger to get any remaining drops and I sucked them off myself "you are the hottest thing I've ever seen"

"thank you" I pressed my lips to his knowing he'd taste the reminiscence of himself on my tongue "I could say the same" his hands pulled me onto his body, sheen of sweat coating his muscles

"I'm telling you now-" his mouth pressed roughly against my ear, the coldness of his lip ring sending a wave of cool across my skin "your mine understand? nobody will ever fuck you as good as me- and nobody will touch you alright because your mine" I nodded hungrily diving back for his lips

"I'm yours"

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me and Tom lay in bed still, our bodies intertwined underneath the sheets, his small snores filled the room but I couldn't sleep after that, I was still full of adrenaline. slowly I pealed myself from his grasp and walked still naked to the bathroom turning on the shower and waiting for the water to warm, I looked into the mirror seeing my body for the first time, small bruises pressed into my hips and a hicky under my ear, my hair was still messed from his grip before but I did look hot. I climbed into the shower and let the water run over my body, closing my eyes breathing out

"Y/n?" I groggy voice called

"shower" I called back and Tom walked back with his boxers hung loosely around his hips "wanna join?" I asked seeing his face light up, he pulled his remaining clothing off and hopped in next to me, my ass pressed against his legs, his hands went to my hip dips but a gasp left his lips "what?!"

"did I do these?" he asked rubbing the bruises

"yeah- it's okay, I like them" I grinned turning to face him "have you seen your neck?" I asked running my finger across the rather large purple spot

"its beautiful" I smirked pressing a wet kiss to his lips under the water "you know- nobody has ever made me talk to them or asked to take my stuff off before and I think that genuinely turned me on more " a small laugh escaped our mouths

"I'll be sure to ask again" he nodded pressing his lips to my wet hair, I wrapped my arms around his wet waist and just held him until he hummed into my skin

"aftercare then?" I furrowed my eyebrows to him "don't say you don't know what it is" I shook my head "wait you're not joking?"

"no what is it?" Toms face turned into a look of anger then relaxed again

"well... its when you look after the whom ever you just fucked after the fucking" I nodded listening to him explain all the different things about aftercare until he finally took a breather "so what happened after you a Brian... you know did it?"

"oh well usually he'd kiss me and say be back later, get changed and leave there was only once he actually did come back though..." I looked away from the boy and just grabbed my soap trying to ignore the memories of Brian that tried to push through

"pass me that" his voice was low but sweet "I'm not going to be like him Y/n- now pass me the bottle, let me show you what aftercare really is"

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we finished in the shower and I never felt safer than with Tom, he was so gentle and caring, asked me if I'd been hurt and if I was sore- he was so different to Brian and so different than the boy I imagined him being.

I was sat at my desk brushing through my now dry hair as Tom watched from a far, towel wrapped around his dreads and waist "how long does it take for your hair to dry?" I asked and he went into thought

"Ermmm like an hour or two but with a hairdryer 20 minuets and I'm done" I nodded standing from the seat and patting it for him to walk over and sit on "you don't have too"

"I'd rather all my pillows don't get damp to be honest Tom-" a cheerly smile appeared on his face, before he sat he pressed a kiss to my lips, not anything hungry or rough it was small and sweet "thank you" I grinned

"I like being able to kiss you- and tell you I love you without feeling like I'm going to get friend zoned" he laughed getting comfy as I pulled the towel from around his head. I watched his face in the mirror as I slowly parted the locks and dried them in bunches, never for one second did he not have a smile along his lips, he was looking at himself, watching me do his hair and he just looked so relaxed

"so are you okay with staying round tonight?" I spoke through the blasting of the hair dryer and Tom only hummed at me so I switched of the dryer and bent to his level "do you want to stay around tonight? I don't want you to feel like I'm holding you hostage" I joked

"well if were being honest here- if you kept me hostage I wouldn't complain, but anyways if you don't mind letting me stay but what if your mom and dad come home and see you in bed with me?" he seemed a slight bit worried so I rest my hand on his shoulder from behind giving him a reassuring squeeze

"they won't be back till 3pm tomorrow so I don't think there will me any issues with that" Tom breathed "so? staying?"

"of course" before I started to dry the last section of hair I quickly pecked a kiss to his cheek which a small blush painted his cheeks. His hair was done and we were both changed into new clothes, Tom had spares which my mom kept In the spare bedroom for some unknown reason, he came out in grey joggers and the shirt folded in hand "I'm to warm to wear this"

"I'm not complaining don't worry" Tom came over to me, looking down and wrapping his arms carefully around my hips, his eyes locked with mine and then his lips, the kiss was slow and romantic in the dull light of my room, my hands found themselves holding his waist and tugging him closer to me until we both fell back onto the bed, him over me but not in a scary way he gently ended the kiss pulling away and smiling to me below "I Love you Tom" are the only words I managed to say and his face turned to one of happiness

"I love you too" we shared one last kiss before climbing beneath the covers with each other, immediately his strong arms curled around me pulling himself closer until he was virtually on top, his head rested delicately in the crook of my neck where he kept pressing little kisses to making me giggle as his lips tickled my skin "today has been one of the craziest but best days I think I've ever lived" I agreed snuggling into his warmth "think I could take you on more dates?"

"I should think so" my free hand massaged his shoulder as I tried to keep my eyes from shutting, Tom looked up a smiling at my weakness to stay awake and pressed one last tender kiss to my lips then my world turned black but I knew I was okay wrapped up with Tom.

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