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[mebelubode]

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[number1jeonginstan]

Sucking on Minhos fingers while he's got you in a headlock... Hehe

A/N: THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST!!! At first, I didn't know what to write, so that's why I took so long to fulfill it. I usually try and imagine scenarios in my head and then play them out in my writing, and it finally hit me while I was re-watching Chainsaw Man today. I really hope I did you justice and you enjoy it because I think this might be my favorite fic to write to this day!!!

WC: 2.7k (1.6 is literally smut...)

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: Roomate!Lee Know x afab!reader

Warnings: Lee Know calls the reader a slut, cum eating, mirror sex (just a bit), head lock, protected sex (for the first time ever), idk what else?

It was a normal night between you and your roommate Minho, he would spend every Friday cooking for the both of you guys while you caught up on assignments. It was a good arrangement because you hated cooking, and it was his favorite pastime. In return, you would wash all the dishes and make dessert for the both of you. Baking had always been your favorite, and you loved trying new recipes with him, and he did the same when it came to new dishes. 

This week, he wanted to try out a sous vide steak. “Can you pass me the butter please?” Minho said across the kitchen. “Yeah of course!” you said, walking across the kitchen to pass it to him. “Thank you!” he replied back, basting the steak that he had searing on the stove with the butter you just passed him. 

You went back to sitting on the barstool, continuing to work on the assignment you had due for your Journalism class at midnight. As you continued to work, Minho continued to cook. He was making a side of vegetables but needed your opinion on whether or not they were seasoned enough. 

“I need you to taste this,” he said, holding up a fork in front of you. You were so immersed in your assignment that you just opened your mouth, waiting for him to put it in your mouth. He did so, and before you could notice how he stared at the fork leaving your mouth you said “I think it needs more salt, just a pinch, but it’s good.” 

He just coughed and nodded, turning away, not letting you see how his ears turned a bit red at the tips. “Yeah, let me add some more salt and then we can sit down and eat.” 

“That works for me!” you replied, finishing up the assignment at hand and submitting it. You close your laptop, pick up the plates, and place them on the table in the middle of your apartment. “What kind of wine do you want to drink tonight?” you asked him, looking in the fridge. “Red would go best with today’s steak,” he replied cutting up the steak into pieces on the cutting board. 

“Alright got it” 

As you took the first bite, you moaned to him how good it was. “I think this is your best recipe yet,” you told him while taking a bite of the vegetables. You didn’t realize that your little moan caused him to cough up a bit of his wine.   

To distract himself from what just happened, he told you how Jisung had accidentally spilled coffee all over himself at work and he laughed so hard that he spilled some on himself too. You told him about your week too, how classes were kicking your ass too. 

“Oh, and this dude in my literature class asked me for his number.” You took another bite of the steak. He was fuming a bit, but not wanting to show it he casually asked “Did you give it to him?” 

“I didn’t want to be impolite, plus he seemed nice so I did. He invited me to get dinner with him tomorrow.” You said while taking a sip of your wine. 

“Did you say yes?” he asked, annoyed you were giving your number out to total strangers. 

“I told him I would most likely be able to, but if something came up I would have to cancel and he said that was totally fine, why?” you replied, a bit confused as to why he was so interested. 

“Oh, I was just wondering, it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date.” 

“Yeah, I know, that’s why I wanted to go out. I’m tired of being stuck at home constantly.” Before he could interject, you quickly spoke up again. “Not that I’m tired of hanging out with you, I love spending time with you. I just want to look pretty for someone, get all dressed up,” pointing down at yourself, “not just in sweats all the time.” 

“That makes sense,” Minho scoffed, and you could hear a bit of undertone in his voice. 

You decided to ignore it, collecting both of your dishes as you finished them. “Do you wanna play the new episode of Chainsaw Man while I bring the flan?” you asked 

“You made flan again?” he asked while walking over to the couch. “Yeah, I knew how much you liked it last time, plus my friend gave me this recipe to perfect it.” 

“Oh, that’s nice, thanks for thinking about me.” he was already sitting down so you couldn’t see the grin that was plastered on his face. “Hey, don’t be so egotistical, I liked it too,” you said while bringing over two bowls of it. 

You guys sat in silence, eating the flan while the episode played in the background. Minho would occasionally look at you, watching your little reactions to what was playing on the screen in front of the both of you.

“Damn, I wish I was Denji,” you said loud enough for Minho to hear. It was a scene of Himeno putting him in a headlock. “You want to be choked?” Minho asked, not sure if he understood you correctly. 

“I mean, it seems weird, but also, I really want to try it,” you shrugged to Minho. 

“If you want to try it, I can put you in a headlock” he replied back with no hesitation. “I mean, I don’t think it will choke you or anything, but I am pretty strong so if you want to…” 

Before he could even finish his sentence, you quickly replied with a “Yes!” 

“I mean only if you are comfortable with it, if you don’t want to I mean we don’t have to” you rambled on. 

“I don’t mind as long as you are comfortable with it, just tap my arm if it’s too much.” He said, pausing the show and patting the spot next to him. You crawled to him, sitting on your knees right next to him. What you didn’t realize was how flushed Minho had become, he could feel his pants tighten a bit at the thought of him in his arms. 

“Can I sit in your lap you can do it from behind?” you asked innocently, your doe eyes looking up at him. He swore he groaned out loud, but he stopped himself, composing himself and just nodding. 

You climbed into his lap, your back facing his chest. You felt his arm wrap around your throat, your bicep slowly squeezing it. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay kitten?” and you just whimpered in response. This is the first time he’s ever called you that and you can feel yourself getting wet in his lap. 

You began to squirm, causing him to groan behind you. “Fuck, don’t start something you can’t finish.” 

“What if I want to start something?” you tilt your head up, trying to get a good look at your roommate's face. 

You had never realized how beautiful he was, you knew he was attractive. It was evident, he was one of the best-looking men you had ever met, but his beauty astonished you in that moment.

Before you could even say something, he flipped you around. “Fuck kitten, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this. Seeing you in your tiny shorts and big t-shirts around the apartment. That one time you took my shirt and wore it around the house, I swear I was hard that entire day after seeing you.” 

You just giggled at him, “Oh baby, this is no laughing matter, maybe I should shut you up?” 

You just nodded up at him, as he slipped his fingers in your mouth. You began sucking on them, wrapping your tongue around both digits, wetting them with your saliva and he just groaned above you. “Fuck baby” he just groaned thinking about how well you would take his cock in your mouth. 

He slipped his digits out of your mouth, placing a kiss on your lips. One kiss became another and another, and then it turned into a heated make-out session. In the process, he had flipped you on top of him and you began grinding on his semi-hard cock. 

“Fuck baby you feel so good, but let’s get off the couch okay?” you just nodded at him, still feeling lightheaded from his mouth on yours. 

You both got up, him picking you up, tossing you onto his shoulder. Before you could protest, he began walking to his room. You began writhing on his shoulder, wanting to be put down. “Stop acting like a brat,” he said while smacking your ass. 

“Minho!” you shouted, eliciting a chuckle from him. “If you act good, I’ll take care of you, but if you act like a brat, I won’t let you cum.” You quickly shut up, allowing him to throw you on the bed. He hovered above you, placing kisses on your neck, and moving down to your thighs. 

He took off your sweatpants, leaving you only in your oversized shirt and panties. He began to lift your shirt only to see you not wearing a bra. “Had these out just for me, and I had no clue? What else are you hiding from me, baby?” He asked, sucking on one of your nipples causing you to moan. “You just wanted to act like a slut, hoping we did this, is that why?” 

“Yes Minho, just wanted you” you moaned again as he moved onto the other breast. He just groaned, you were good to him, too good. He moved down, kissing your stomach and then your thighs. You rubbed them together, wanting some sort of friction.  

“No, keep these open for me kitten, I want to see your sweet little cunt.” He said while pulling down your panties. “Fuck baby, this pussy is so wet, tell me who’s doing this to you.” 

“You are Minho, only you can do this to me.” you moaned as he liked a stripe against your pussy. His lips catch your clit, sucking on it causing your legs to shut. “Kitten, what did I just say?” 

“To keep my legs open for you.” You were hiding your face behind your hands, a bit ashamed of how wet you were for him, how much he turned you on. “So, let’s keep them open okay? You can be a good girl and do that for me can’t you?” 

You just nodded, opening your legs again. “Fuck, you taste better than any dessert you’ve ever made me.” He said while licking your pussy another time. “You are going to let me eat you for dessert whenever I need it aren’t you?” 

“Yes Minho, I’ll let you do anything to me” you moaned as he started putting his veiny fingers inside of you. He began fucking his fingers inside at a quick pace, still sucking on your clit and all you could do was moan. 

He hadn’t even put his cock in you and you could already feel yourself cumming. “Please Minho, too much, I’m gonna cum.”

“Then be a good kitten and cum on my fingers, then I’ll make you cum on my cock. You can take more than one round, can’t you baby?” 

“Yes, can be a good girl for Minho, please can I cum, please sir let me cum” you moaned as his fingers hit that particular spot in you causing you to go over the edge, your entire body shaking as you came over the edge, cumming on his fingers. 

“Minho, need your cock, please need it inside of me.” you pleaded and he was in awe. You had just cum, but you were still begging for his cock. He was going to have fun with you. 

“You just came and already need my cock? How much of a needy slut are you? You just want your hole filled at all times?” He scoffed at you. He was still fully dressed as you were fully naked underneath him. You pawed at his shirt and he just laughed. He took it off, along with his sweats. 

You could see how hard his dick was through his boxers, your eyes widening a bit, trying to hide your reaction by covering. He chuckled at your reaction, releasing his fat cock from his boxers, taking a condom out of his drawer, and tearing the foil with his mouth. 

“Yes, just a slut for you sir, I need you, need you in me.” You spread your cunt apart with your fingers, trying to show him where you needed him most and he just groaned. 

He slowly pushed his tip inside of you, knowing how eager you were. He was also eager, his dick hard as soon as you moaned his name the first time. “Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight, don’t know why I didn’t fuck it beforehand.”

He slowly pushed his dick inside of you, your cunt squeezing it tight, making it hard for him to fully still inside of you. “Baby I need you to relax so you can take my cock. You can be a good kitten for me and do that right?” 

You simply nodded, taking his fingers into your mouth once again, wrapping your lips around his digits, causing him to groan as he finally entered you fully. “Fuck baby, you feel even better than you taste.” You simply moaned, feeling so full as he was fully inside of you. 

“So good Minho, feel so full” you moaned, feeling so full of him you couldn’t help but clench around him. “Please move, I need you” You looked up at him, his fingers going back into your mouth and he couldn’t control himself. He began thrusting into you, causing you to moan around his fingers. 

“Fuck this pussy is so tight, gonna fuck you all around the apartment from now on. This pussy is mine and mine only, you got it?” You just nodded as he began thrusting into you faster. 

You were on the verge of cumming, but Minho pulled out before you could. Before you could protest, he flipped you around, your ass up and face at the end of his bed looking straight at the mirror in front of you. “I want you to see how pretty you look on my cock, how my cock is making you dumb, how good it is making you feel.” 

You felt yourself going dumb, the only thing on your mind was Minho and his cock. “Minho, fuck it feels so good.” you moaned, feeling him hit that spot inside of you. “Yeah, kitten? Look at who’s making you cum, look at who’s making you dumb on their cock.” 

“You are, you are making me feel this good” you moaned as his thrusts got harder. With one more thrust, you were cumming on his cock. 

“Fuck, this pussy is to die for” he groaned, continuing to thrust into you trying to get to his own high. After a few more thrusts, he could feel himself getting ready to cum. “Where do you want me baby?” 

“In my mouth,” you said with no hesitation. You wanted to taste him like he tasted out. “Fuck kitten, you are going to be the death of me” he took off the condom, wrapping his hand around his cock. With a tug of his cock, he came into your mouth. You swallowed all of it, showing him and he kissed your lips. 

You both fell back on his bed, him wrapping his arms around you as he covered you both with his blanket. Both of your clothes still splayed on the floor of his room. “That was… unexpected,” you said. 

“A good unexpected or bad?” he asked a bit scared of your response. “Definitely good,” you said while kissing his lips. He grinned, “You better cancel that date tomorrow because I’m the one taking you out tomorrow.” You just hummed, playing with his hair. 

Minho didn’t need to know that no one had actually asked for your number, you were just trying to make him make the first move. 

taglist: @sclassstay @minhosify

(my perm taglist is open, also sorry for forgetting to add my tag list, it just slipped my mind, so sorry)

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[its-tortle]

german words i wish existed in english

a messy and incomplete list

nachvollziehen (v.) -- to understand, but less empathetic. i.e. i see the steps that brought you to that conclusion, but i don't understand you.

doch (interj.) -- you're wrong and really it's the opposite of what you said. often said with a healthy dose of sass. i.e. "this isn't a good movie." "doch. (it is)"

frech (adj.) -- somewhere between naughty and sassy and silly. when you're being a bit of a brat, you're being frech.

dreist (adj.) -- audacious, but far more colloquial. when you have the goddamn audacity, you are dreist. i.e. to park that far over the line is dreist as hell

heimat (n.) -- home, but stronger. a home is wherever you have built a life, but heimat is where your roots are. heimat is where you feel pangs of nostalgia when you go to visit your family for christmas and see the shop at the corner.

weltschmerz (n.) -- literally 'world-pain'. the world sucks and sometimes you just sit and feel the pain of it all. that's weltschmerz.

existenzberechtigung (n.) -- the right to exist, often in a comedic context. i.e. pineapple on pizza has absolutely no existenzberechtigung.

fernweh (n.) -- literally 'far-ache'. the opposite of homesickness, the desire to go far away. i guess wanderlust is similar, but that is also a german word, and this is more painful and visceral

schweigen (v./n.) -- the act of not speaking. silence, but more deliberate. the palpable feeling that people are withholding their voice.

verschlimmbesserung (n.) -- when an update with the intention of making something better actually just made it worse. looking at you @staff

#this is a silly little self indulgent list #but maybe someone else likes it #languages #german

[luimagines]

I actually got one of your Bath day packages on your shop (10/10 would recommend) and I love it it! I think I accidentally bit into soap thinking it was candy, or it might’ve been candy and perhaps it wasn’t to my flavor but either way at that moment I was rethinking my life choices lolol. Anyway it gave me an idea, how would the Chain react to reader eating something that they shouldn’t because unbeknownst to the reader it might’ve been poisonous.

Oh! Well thank you so much! <3

I hope you didn't eat one of the bath bombs by mistake ^.^*

I'll see what I can come up with :D

Masterlist

Immediate Reader!

Boys under the cut!

You didn't quite know what you were looking at.

It was a small red berry that you had seen a few birds and a squirrels pick off of the bush. You plucked a few for yourself and held in the palm of your hand.

Your stomach growled in protest.

You knew you shouldn't eat anything you didn't recognize, but realistically you weren't home. You didn't recognize anything.

But if the animals could eat it, that means it was more of less safe, right? At best you'd just have to wash it before you decided to eat any.

There's a stream nearby now that you think about it.

You make your way over to it, feeling a tad regretful and suspicious. You're not doing anything wrong, per say. But you still have the lingering feeling that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing.

It's quiet when you get to the side of the stream. There doesn't seem to be a lot of other animals around you, but they have proven to be in the area as it is.

You dip your hand in the freezing water, letting it run over the berries. There was a stinging sensation as the water collides with your skin but it was quickly ignored in favor of the juicy fruit in your hands.

You pulled your hand away and began to dry them off. Was the water clean? You hoped so.

It was only a few berries after all. Maybe you just try one and then let the others know that there was food in the area. …and poison yourself in the process? Seems dumb.

But what if it's harmless and you're making a big fuss over nothing. They're hardly the size of your fingernail. Just one berry? For science?

You plop one in your mouth and let it roll over your tongue for a minute.

There's no strange taste on the skin of the fruit. It's smooth and chilled from the water.

You bite into it.

The juices that spill forth is sweet and mildly salty. It's a strange combination but an inherently pleasant one. It would make a great refreshment in the summer time and it would be great on a jam. No wonder the squirrels were trying to stash as many as they could.

A small hum leaves your lips as you reach to plop another one in your mouth. "They're not half bad."

Someone says your name with poorly disguised horror. "What are you chewing?"

***

Sky

You snapped your head in the direction of the voice with wide eyes, freezing in place like a dear in headlights.

Sky sprints in our direction, slapping your hand and scattering the berries all over the forest floor. "Are you crazy?!"

"Sky?"

"Do you even know what kind of berries those are? What if they're poisonous?! You don't just eat things you find growing around you!" He's panicking.

Sky paces the space you. His hands flutter all around you, touching you gently but thoughtfully. He checks your pulse, your temperature, your reaction time- he checks if you're swelling or not.

"Sky, I'm ok." You say after a choked minute.

"Are you?" He checks your forehead again, resting he back of his hand against your cheek. "Are you sure?"

You hesitate to respond. He is very close right now. His nose is only inches away from yours. And his eyes- were they always that blue?

You take a step back.

Sky seems to catch on and gasps. "Sorry. Sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you feeling ok?"

Truthfully, you're not but you can't let him know that. You nod. "I'm fine. I already ate one. So I think they're fine to eat. Otherwise, I might be dealing with food poisoning-"

He opens his mouth to interject but you hold your hand up, stopping him.

"-later. I feel perfectly fine right now."

He frowns. "I don't trust it."

"We can bring back a twig for one of the others to try and identify it." You offer, pointing in the direction of the little bush. "I think Wild's Sheikah Slate would be able to figure something out. I saw him use it to name a few animals a while ago. Maybe it can do the same with plants."

Sky doesn't seem to convinced but he can't find an argument fast enough. "...Alright. But I don't trust it. The second you start feeling well, you have to tell someone, ok?"

That actually doesn't sound too appealing to you. "...Why?" You chuckle nervously. "No one has to know-"

"Yes, we do." Sky presses. "Otherwise no one is going to know how to properly treat you just cause you're embarrassed to be just as bad as the Champion."

"In his defense, he's not that bad." You roll your eyes.

"Then tell Twilight what you did."

"Hell no."

Four

You straighten up entirely. Your back and neck go rigid and some berries fall from your hand.

You cough. You gasped when you heard his voice and sent the piece of fruit all the way to the back of your throat. It nearly choked you.

"F-four- ahahack!" You gasp for breath. "Don't scare me like that."

Four jogs forward. "Sorry."

He doesn't sound apologetic.

While you're still trying to get the air back into your lung the proper way, Four takes your hand and grabs the berries from them. He inspects them thouroughly and begins to look around the surrounding flora to find where you might have taken them from.

"Ca-can I help you?" You keep coughing. A part of you is a little annoyed about the attempt on your life and the little care he seems to have for it, but you're also a little concerned by said lack of care. Were you in any danger?

"Where did you find theses?" Four holds the berries in his own hand out to you.

Your eyebrows scrunch and you point just beyond a small thicket. "I got them from the bush over there. I saw a few animals eat them and I-"

"Did you eat it?!" He pales and makes a dash towards you.

You feel fine, if a bit winded so his reaction startles you. "No?? You freaked me out and I coughed it up."

Four waits for a moment as if expecting a reaction out of you before he turns around and rushes to the bush your pointed to earlier.

You follow him, feeling ice cold terror slowly fill your veins. "Is it bad? Is it poisonous?"

Four starts looking at the leaves and stems of the plants before he groans loudly. You're aback again but if he's annoyed then maybe you're not in as much danger as he may have thought.

"No, these are fine." He says at last, plucking a few more for good measure. "You're almost as bad as Wild. Putting things in your mouth that you don't recognize-"

"Hey!" You pout. You had thought about it!....You did it anyway, but it crossed your mind! "I was checking on it!"

"Don't scare me again." He grins, tossing a berry in your face. "Just because animal can eat it, doesn't mean that people can. Be careful."

As if to tease you, he puts a few in his mouth and chews them. "Hhmm... We should take a few back for the others, what do you think?"

You huff and sag your shoulders. "I think it's a great idea."

"You can take the credit for finding the bush."

"I think it's the best idea today!"

Hyrule

"....A berry...." You trail off. Something about this makes you feel uneasy. You didn't think you'd be caught by Hyrule of all people and the energy he's giving off leaves you with little room to doubt that you're in trouble.

He meets your eyes with a flat look. His hands land on his hips and his eyebrow goes up. "Oh really? And where did you find it?"

Whoever taught him this is going to hear form your lawyers.

"I found a bush." You say sheepishly, picking a single berry from your small hoard. "I saw animals eating and then I washed them..."

"Uh-huh." Hyrule takes a few steps forward and plucks the berry from your fingers. He looks over it for a minute before bravely putting it in his mouth. "And then what?"

"Wha- Hey!" You panic and drop the berries in the process. "Hyru- Link! You can't just-!"

"Oh these are fine." He says after he swallows. "For a second I thought that they were Thornbull Berries. But the little stem would have a thorn at the top of the fruit and it would taste metallic."

You stare at him unblinkingly until he bends down, picking up the little berries that you dropped. "...What berries are these then?"

"Sweet Tarts." He grins, putting the berries back in the palm of your hand. "They're safe to eat."

You cough and clear your throat. "Oh... Good. Good. Um... I'm guessing the other one you mentioned isn't?"

"Nope. They'll poison you for sure." He says, all chipper and not at all bothered by the information. "Ask me how I know."

Well now you have to. "How do you know?"

"I ate some." He looks back to you with a grin. "Enough so that I've built up a tolerance to the effects of them. So I can eat a few of them safely. You, however, cannot. So don't eat things you don't know, ok?"

You looks away in embarrassment and tapping your toe on the ground. "...Someone had to."

"We have food back at the camp." He laughs. "Where'd you find these anyway? I want more. Do you think Wild can make a pie while we're out here."

You feel like you've been given whiplash. You lead him to where you found the berry bush and he starts happily picking the berries. Now you're a little put off the innocent berries but if Hyrule gave them the all clear then you've got no problem eating them, right?

You sigh and start to help picking them off of the small bush. "If he manages to make it, I would be very impressed."

Hyrule giggles, unaware of the inner turmoil he sent you in. "I'm sure we can ask. If not, then maybe he can make a dessert instead."

You nod and take out a small bag to put them in. Hopefully there's enough for everyone to enjoy.

Wind

Wind gasps and takes a step back. The look of horror on his face is unmistakable. "Is that blood?"

"What?" You nearly choke on the berry when you speak. The juice runs down your chin and the flesh of the fruit hangs at the back of your throat.

Wind runs to you, hitting your back as hard as he can to "help".

"Wind." Your voice comes out strained. "Wind, please."

He doesn't stop.

You have to swat him away. "Link, I'm fine!"

You certainly don't sound fine. Wind frowns and hovers around you, waiting for any sign to show that you're getting worse.

"Are you ok?" He asks at last.

You have to restrain yourself from glaring at the young boy. "I'm fine. I was eating some berries I found. Do you-" You have to clear your throat again. "Do you need something?"

Wind makes a small humming noise. "I was looking for you. Legend wanted your help with getting Four to agree with him on blacksmithing techniques."

You make a face. "Why on earth does he think I have anything to say about that?"

Wind shrugs.

You cough again and use your sleeve to clean up the remains of the berry, both from your face and your shirt. "I hope the stains come out."

Wind and clears his throat. "What were you eating?"

"Berry." You spit the remains of it out. "I was checking if they were safe to eat."

"By eating them?" Wind tilts his head.

"...." You raise and eyebrow. "Is there any other way?"

Wind opens his mouth to argue but he can't think of an answer fast enough. Knowing that you're more or less saved by the bell, you ruffle his hair and drop the rest of the berries on the ground. Even if they were safe to eat in the end, you don't want to risk your reputation on that.

"Did the Champion say that lunch was going to be ready yet?" You sling your arm around his shoulders. You're quick to change directions, distracting the young hero from the mess you may or may not have made.

"Not yet." Wind says, quickly letting himself be guided away.

You let out a small breath. Oh well, those berries weren't worth it.

Wild

"Wild!" You cry, the half chewed berry spits out of your lips. "Don't scare me like that!"

He snaps a picture.

"Hey!" You swallow the other berry and glare at him. "Get rid of that! I probably look like a chipmunk!"

"A human. A bipedal creature with three dimensional vision, surround sound hearing and technicolor sense of smell." The sheikah slate speaks.

You both freeze and whatever you were about to say get lodged in your throat. "...I didn't know it could do that."

"It's the first time it's happened." Wild chuckles nervously, snapping another picture.

"Wild!" You pout harder. "A warning! Is that too much to ask for!"

"Sweet Tart Berries." The sheikah slate speaks again. "Not to be confused for Thronbull Berries. These berries are sweet and tangy to eat and are known to make delicious pastries, a royal family favorite."

Wild points to your hand that holds the berries. "I'm getting them. Where did you find them?"

"I-in the bush?" You point your finger in the direction they came from. Wild all but dives in that direction as he started to harvest the little berries. "Are we not going t question that your thingy just spoke?"

"Nope." Wild grins, putting the berries in said thingy. "I was just checking to see if my slate to recognize and categorize whatever it was you were eating. the first picture was just a bonus."

You deadpan. "A bonus?"

Wild pauses and his ears flick. "Ok, fine. I actually missed it but I got it the second time. Good find! These are pretty good!"

You feel light headed. enough so that you bring yourself to the ground to sit. "Right...what are Thornbull Berries?"

"I... don't know." Wild moves away from the bush, picking as much as he needed. The taps a few times on the sheikah slate and the voice picks up one moce.

"Thornbull Berries. Typically confused for Sweet Tart Berries, but are poisonous in nature. Known to create a burning sensation in the first thirty minutes of consumption before moving to lose of motor control and eyesight. Victims of the berry can be classified as dead three hours afterwards."

You and Wild slowly turn your head to the bush. "We're not telling anyone else."

"Agreed."

Time

"Spit it out. Right now." Time charges over to you, taking you by the shoulders.

You swallow it.

Time only seems to pale. "What on earth?" He says you're name as if he was scolding a child. "What do you think you're doing?"

"E-eating a berry." You hold out the small bundle in your palm, hoping that he's going to go easy on you. "I found them in the bush-"

"Those are poisonous!" He smacks them out of your hand, instantly checking your pulse and your forehead and your palms.

You're thrown for a loop. You didn't think they were that bad. If anything they were delicious. So it's hard to equate something that tasty into something that's going to kill you.

"But..." You squeak, unable to stay confident in his panic. It was incredibly unnerving to see him in such a state "I already ate one. And I feel fine."

Time pauses, letting your words bounce around in his skull. He checks your face again, looking into your eyes and double checking your temperature. "Are you sure?"

You nod.

"Any nausea? Burning? Pain? Disinterest in fate?"

You start giggling and shake your head. "I'm fine!"

Time doesn't seem to convinced. "Are you sure?"

"If I was in pain or feeling like I was being burned alive, I would say so. I doubt I would be able to hide that kind of thins anyway." You shrugs. "I'm not like Warrior or Legend. those two can fake a broken bone and get away with it. I cry with a paper cut."

He seems to calm down with your words, although he remains suspicious. He keeps an raised eyebrow in your direction as he watches for any change in your reaction.

You calm down as well. Maybe he misread the situation? Sure, he scared the heck out of you the first go around, but now that he's still suspicious despite the lack of results, you feel silly in his behalf. You start to giggle again at the thought.

"What?" Time despairs. "Don't tell me you're feeling dizzy."

You shake your head and instead poke Time. "You're too serious, Old Man. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

You brush him off and start to pick up the berries that fell on the ground. "I'm going to wash these and eat more. You are welcome to join me."

Time runs his hand down his face. "You're joking. Tell me you're joking."

"Nope! They're deliciously tart and I'm going to eat as many as I can!" Are you being cheeky? Maybe. But it seems worth it given his reaction.

Time sighs, looking ten years older already. However, you don't feel remotely apologetic. He should learn to live a little, honestly.

Twilight

You instantly feel your heart pause and skip a beat. You swallow the berry instinctively before speaking. "...I found a berry bush."

Part of you wonders what's going through his head. He looks concerned and panicked but not enough to do anything about it, you guess.

"Do you want some?" You try to sweeten the deal. Something about Twilight gives off disappointed mother energy and you don't care for that at all. Is this what Wild has to deal with almost on the daily? How does he not go crazy?

He stares you down and then does something weird. He leans in close to your face and starts to sniff.

"Twilight...What are you doing?" You try to lean away but he only follows you. He sniffs close to your neck and your lip before he reaches down to your hand, taking a berry and sniffs that too.

"Smells alright..." He mutters to himself before he gives a little lick to the berry.

You feel instant shame blast onto your face and you force yourself to look away. "Link please."

"No toxins."

You stop dead in your mental train of thought. "Come again?"

"Where did you find these?" He's ignoring your questions.

You blankly point to where you found the berry bush. He stars heading in that direction without a second thought, sniffing the air still.

You feel weirder now that he's no longer in your direct line of sight. You thought the fur pelt was just for aesthetic of warmth... what's with the dog attempts?

You follow him, unable to think of doing anything other than that. He still hasn't told what he's doing and you feel like you've been slapped in the face with a fish. You need answers now.

"Twilight?" You call out to him and find him crouched next to the bush. He's sniffing that too. You're even more confused. You're almost certain Wild doesn't have to go through this. "Why are you being weird today?"

Twilight opens his eyes and picks a small berry off the bush. He takes the tiniest of bites out of it, keeping another berry (probably the one you gave him) up so he can continue examining it.

"These are safe to eat." He beams at you, waving the small berry in between his fingers. "Good find! I'm sure we can have a few."

"You- that- what-" You're left scrambling. Well considering you feel completely fine, you would assume that they're safe. "Was that what this was all about?"

Twilight tilts his head and pops another berry into his mouth. "What what was about?"

You gape. He can't be serious. Is he gas lighting you right now? "The whole sniffing thing!"

"The nose knows. What can I say?" He shrugs, eating more berries.

You flops your arm uselessly. That tells you nothing. You eat another berry out of spite. You're asking Wild if Twilight has done that before. It's absurd.

Warrior

You start coughing, not expecting to have been caught and by him of all people. You choke on the berry mush within your mouth and are forced to spit it out.

"Captain!" You shout. "Don't scare me like that!"

"I scared you?" He glares. "What about you? Putting things in your mouth without even know what they are!"

"I know what they are!" You shout back indignantly.

Warrior crosses his arms and crosses the distance between you both. "Then what are they?"

"Berries." You pop another one in your mouth to prove a point. "And they're delicious."

Warrior frowns and takes a berry out of your hand. He turns it over once, ignoring the way you glare at him for the near death experience before he also tosses it into his mouth. He looks just as annoyed as you feel before he softens entirely. "Oh."

"Yes." You toss your hair back. "Oh. Hey. The not-hero was right. Go figure. Who knew it was possible? You should listen to me more often."

"Ok, ok." Warrior puts his hands up in surrender. "Point made."

You take another one from your palm and wave it in his face. "They're tasty. I told you so."

"You did." Warrior shakes his head. "You win. What are they called?"

"I have no idea."

"..."

"..."

"So let me get this straight." Warrior is back in his serious mode. "You saw berries."

"Yes."

"You didn't recognize them."

"Yes."

"And ate them anyway?"

"Nice summary of the last fifteen minutes of my life." You eat another berry, making sure to chew it slowly.

You can see Warrior bite the inside of his cheek. It's almost funny, watching him trying to keep his cool around you.

"You're impossible."

"You love me." You flick his forehead. "What's the worse that can happen?"

"They're poisonous.'" He answers without missing a beat. "Which is what I thought at first. They look a lot like Thornbull berries. Smell different though."

"I have no idea what those are."

"....Yeah that checks out."

Legend

You freeze and try to keep your back turned to the hero who's caught you.

Legend says your name again. He's even more stern. "What are you eating?"

You swallow it and turn around. Why do you feel like you're in trouble? It's not like you're doing anything wrong. "I found some berries. they seemed safe to eat so I was just-"

"Seemed?" He stressed the word in a way that doesn't feel right. "They seemed safe to eat?!"

Now you feel indignant. You pluck another berry from the small pie in your palm to show him. "Yes. They did. And frankly, they're delicious."

Then you plop the next one into your mouth.

Legend's jaw drops. "I can't believe you."

"Start believing." You pop two more into your mouth. "They're interesting and I like them."

You wave the last one in his face before holding out to him. "Want to try it?"

Legend frowns, looking at the berry in your hand. He makes no move to take it at first and instead focuses on your face. "How do you it's edible?"

"I saw some other animals eat it." You shrugs, keeping your hand out. "Had to admit, it made me curious."

You wave the berry in his face. "You know you want to~~"

Legend makes another face before tentatively reaching for the berry. The action makes you feel victorious, like you've won some silent challege.

"The Traveler would know if this is safe to eat or not." He speaks quietly, turning the innocent berry over in his fingers.

"But he's not here right now." You press. "Come on!! Don't be a scardey cat. Live a little. If it was bad to eat, I would probably be showing signs of it already."

That seems to win him over. Legend brings the berry to his lip and bites half of it. His eyes light up and his ear move a little bit higher. "Hm!"

"Right? They're good!" You clap his shoulder. "Should be bring some for the the others?"

"Do you think the Champion would be able to do something with this?" Legend bites the other half.

"No clue. But we can always ask."

Legend wipes his fingers on his tunic. "Where'd you get them?"

"They're growing on a bush over there." You grin. "Come on I'll show you."

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

[buckyshairstylist]

Aww, your tony is so precious, can you write a very happy dad tony spoiling his pregnant wife?

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tony is truly the best husband Y/N could ask for.

CW: pregnancy, mentions of food, fluff. Not edited.

WC: 1,348

AN: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this done! College classes and work has taken up all of my time and I finally found a free moment to finish this. I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry for the wait, anon!

To say that Tony was surprised to find you sobbing in the middle of your bed was an understatement. He’d left you alone for fifteen minutes — long enough to shower to wash off all the dirt and grime that came with his occupation — and now you were on your bed, sobbing.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

You sniveled miserably, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. “I just love you s’ much, Tony.”

Tony ducked his head to hide the small laugh, masking it with a cough. He made his way to the bed, climbing onto it and gently pulling you against him.

“I love you too, dear.”

One hand rubbed up and down your arm, the other resting on your swollen belly. You sobbed into his shirt, clinging to him.

“Don’t leave.”

“I would never leave you, honey,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“…Tony?”

Tony hummed in acknowledgement.

“Will you rub my back, please?” you requested, wiping at your eyes. “God, I’m such a mess.”

“It’s normal. Just… lie down for me.”

You huffed but did as you were told, awkwardly maneuvering to where you could lie down. Tony helped as much as he could, one hand pressing against the small of your back. Tony laid directly behind you, his hands instantly moving to your shoulders.

“You’re the best, y’know that, Tony?”

Tony smiled at you. “Of course I am, baby. I’m Tony Stark.”

“Rhodey says you’re Tony Stank.”

“He is never gonna let that die,” he huffed, working at the tight muscles in your back. “God, honey.”

“What?” You turned your head slightly so you could hear him better.

“Your muscles. They’re so tight. Stress isn’t good for you, you know.”

“I know, baby, but stress is normal for me,” you reminded him.

“Honey, stress isn’t good for you or the baby. Heck, it’s not good for you even if you’re not pregnant! Don’t make me install a protocol where Friday has to snitch—“

“Don’t you dare, Anthony Stark.”

Tony giggled. You huffed, gently (or rather, lazily) swatting at him.

“I can’t believe you’d even suggest it.”

“Alright, since the protocol is a no, how about I find someone to keep you company?”

“Tony, I swear—“

“Just someone to keep you company when I’m gone.”

You hesitated, thinking about the potential victim of that scheme. Realizing who Tony would volunteer for the position (and who would happily take it if asked), you sighed.

“Tony, do not bring Peter into this.”

“I never said Peter. You did. And it’s a brilliant idea.”

“No.”

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“Hi, Mrs. Stark!” Peter chirped as he entered the penthouse, waving.

“Hey, Peter,” you smiled kindly at him. You took in his appearance and quirked a brow. “Lab day?”

“Yeah. Mr. Stark wasn’t in the lab, though, so I came up here.”

You hummed, grabbing a second mug out of the cabinet.

“You want some hot cocoa?”

“If it’s no trouble, Mrs. Stark.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Peter. And you don’t have to call me Mrs. Stark. Y/N is fine,” you reminded him, though you’ve nearly given up on him ever using your name.

Peter smiled cheekily. “Okay, Mrs. Stark.”

You groaned playfully, earning a laugh from the boy that had stolen both yours and Tony’s hearts. Peter had one of the strongest support systems in the world — you just weren’t sure he was aware of that.

“How have you been?”

You placed a mug in front of him as you huffed. “I’ve been okay. Emotional, but only Tony gets to deal with it.”

Peter snickered.

“How about you?”

“I’ve been great, Mrs. Stark! Aunt May—“ Peter launched into a rant, rambling about everything that had happened since the last time you saw him. You listened attentively, interjecting where appropriate and responding to the conversation.

Tony stepped out of the elevator around the time he started to tell you about the new Lego set he’d been working on with Ned.

“Underoos, kid, I’ve been texting you for the last twenty minutes.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’ve been talking to Mrs. Stark.”

“I can see that,” Tony smirked. “Change of plans, kid. It’s now movie night.”

“Oh, okay! I, uhm, are you sure, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked uncertainly.

“Positive, Pete. What are we thinking for dinner? Pizza?”

“Yes!”

“That’s fine, Tony,” you smiled at him. Tony smiled softly, giving Friday the order to order the pizzas from your favorite pizzeria.

“Hey, Pete, why don’t you go grab some blankets?”

Peter nodded and took off down the hallway.

Tony moved to where he stood beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “C’mon, Mrs. Stark. I think some cuddles are in order, don’t you?”

You ducked your head as you felt your face heat up, a smile flitting across your lips.

“I think so, Mr. Stark.”

“You know, I went out today. It was supposed to be just to get a part for the car I’m working on, but I ended up seeing some things that I thought you would like and some things for the baby.”

“Tony—“

“Let me finish. They’re already in our room, they’ve been put where they won’t bother you. You can look at them whenever you want, you don’t have to do it today. But I think you’ll like it.”

“Tony, I’m happy with you just being here. You don’t have to buy me things to make me happy—“

“I know that,” he sighed. “I like to buy you things. You’re important to me. You should have everything that you desire, even if it’s something as ludicrous as the moon.”

“—and you know we have more than enough baby stuff, Tones.”

“This—you are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, honey. And our baby? That’s the best gift. I’m so grateful for you and for our baby, I’ve just—I’ve got to spoil both of you. So let me spoil you, and let me spoil our baby. It’s not gonna break me.”

After a few seconds of silence, the two of you merely watching each other as the silence dragged on a few seconds too long, you smiled at him.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to you spoiling me a little bit. But don’t spoil the baby too much, Tony.”

“I would never do such a thing,” he denied instantly. You scoffed. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“Not really, no.”

Tony snorted. “Fair. C’mon, I wanna show you this really quick. It’ll take Pete at least another five minutes to find the best blankets.”

You giggled, knowing that Peter would probably find every blanket he could before deciding which ones were appropriate for movie night.

“You know… I know that you purposely sent Peter up here.”

“I did not.”

“You did, Tony. You’re testing the theory you mentioned last night. Don’t bring Peter into this.”

“Peter’s already involved, Y/N,” Tony reminded you dryly. “He’s our unofficially adopted son, remember? Therefore, he’s our child’s unofficial older brother.”

You hummed as you followed Tony down the hallway, fingers entwined. Tony gently tugged you into the bedroom, where you noticed several bags dropped in one corner.

“Don’t worry about those. Some of it is genuinely for the lab.”

“It better be, Tony, or I swear—“

“It is, I promise. Now would you come over here? I want to see how these pajamas look on you.”

“Pajamas?” You raised a brow. “Like really soft pajamas?”

“The softest for my beautiful wife,” Tony beamed at you. “I saw them and I thought you would like them. I’ll show you the crib I bought later.”

“Tony, I thought we promised to do that together.”

“Baby, trust me, you’ll love it.”

He handed you the pajama set he’d mentioned, desperately hoping to take your mind off of the crib. You ran your hands over the material — soft, fluffy, and warm. You wasted no time in changing, much to your husband’s amusement.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “C’mon. I’ll rub your back while we watch the movie with Peter. I’ll show you the rest later.”

“Tony—“

#tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark blurb #tony stark x you #tony stark fluff #tony stark x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #iron man #tony stark #tony stark fic #mcu fic

[vikinglanguage]

An assortment of more or less ridiculous Danish phrases to incorporate into your day-to-day life! (part the 2nd)

strømpesokker (noun, fk. pl.) – socksocks Or stockingsocks, if you will. It's socks either way.

(hjemme)futter (noun, fk. pl.) – (home)choos I literally had no idea how to translate this, but basically futter (fut in singular) are like slippers or any kind of cozy, comfortable shoes you'd wear indoors. I don't know why we sometimes call them that, but fut is also the sound a train makes. Thus: choos.

blamsefi (noun, fk.) – blasmephy Blasphemy, but wrong because it sounds funnier like this

idyd (interj.) – indeed This is what we in Danish tend to call an undersættelse (see below) of the English indeed. I 'in' and dyd 'virtue', but it kind of sounds like deed. Again, I don't know anyone who uses this except from my immediate family

undersætte (verb) – transearly (extremely not literally) Allow me to explain: in Danish translate is oversætte (lit. over + set, likely a calque of Latin trādūcō via German übersetzen). When you underdo the act of oversætte, so when you translate something badly, especially if you do it too literally, you have not translated it – you have transearlied it (excuse my creative liberties here)

hils (verb, imperative) – tell them I said hello You can use this in literally any situation when someone announces they are going anywhere at all. To Austria? Hils! Grandpa's uncle's dog's funeral? Hils! The restroom? Hils! (even better if it's not a public restroom). However, this is traditionally used to tell someone to tell the person on the other end of a phone call hello from you

knep (interj.) – fuck (literally) Literal translation of English fuck. This is considered extremely vulgar in the same way that I think fuck is to especially older speakers of English (?)

stande (verb, dialect) – refurb An alternate way to say istandsætte (long, boring, standard Danish) in the dialect of the area of Jylland where I'm from (Salling). It means to fix, repair or refurbish

slo (adj., dialect) – stale Literally means the same as stale, which (imo) doesn't have an actual word in standard Danish. Your crisps got old and soft? Slo. Bread old and dry? Slo. Straw wet and moldy? Slo. Soda lost all its fizz? Slo. Again, this is sallingbomål <3

goddawsbjerg (interj.) – g'day-hill Say this when it is clear someone has not been following what has been said or has happened around them, kind of as to say "thrilled you decided to join us mentally as well as physically". As for the prevalence, I literally don't know anyone outside of my immediate family who uses this

idyllerisk (adj.) – idyllicish Literally just idyllic but funnier

bajselademad (noun, fk.) – pinchocowich Bajselademad is a portmanteau of the words bajer/bajser 'beer' (slang, so I used pint instead of beer) and chokoladelademad 'chocolate sandwich' (open faced, obviously). It literally just means a beer

puttesove (verb) – tucky-sleep A sorta cutesy, joking way to say sleep. Putte is the word for tucking someone in, as well as just chilling in bed – with at least a blanket or duvet if not several in addition to pillows

diskodaskoluderbenzin (noun, uncountable) – disco dasco whore gasoline Excuse the misogynistic overtones, but I just genuinely think this is a very funny was of describing low percentage vodka- or rum-basesd drinks (for example Bacardi Breezer)

kodyl (adj.) – aspirin Kodyl means great or exaggerated, and you can also use it as an interjection kodylt! like you would use 'swell!', because it is pretty outdated. Kodyl was originally a brand of painkiller

hurtigkneppersko (noun, fk. pl.) – fast-fucker shoes Expensive men's shoes, usually of some kind of skin, be it leather or snake. It implies the wearer of the shoes is a braggart with nothing to really brag about. This was added to the dictionary fairly recently, to the great amusement of many Danes

slam! (onomatopoeia) – whack! An onomatopoetic word imitating the sound of being hit. Used not unlike the (now somewhat outdated) English "oooh, burn!" or just "ouch!" to indicate that something said to someone in your company was (perhaps unnecessarily) blunt, rude, or just shut them down really quickly – like a slap to the face

hjemmebragt (adj.) – home mrade Or, more accurately, home brought. Most commonly used for baked goods (originating from hjemmebagt 'baked at home') that you intended to make yourself, but you just didn't have time, so you bought it at the corner store instead. Its use has, however, in my experience been extended to include most anything that """should've""" been homemade, but isn't

konge (adj.) – king When something is really good, it's konge. Anything can be konge, from a chair to the meal your mother cooked you on your bi-annual visit at home.

brugsvildledning (noun, fk.) – user misleader · deceptions for use A play on the word for 'user guide', brugsvejledning, swapping out the nominalised form of the verb vejlede 'guide, lead' for that of vildlede ' 'mislead, decive'

ork (noun, fk.) – bear An ork is something that you just really cannot be bothered to do, because it would require some kind of effort. Doesn't matter how much effort, as it could be anything from getting your drink that you forgot in your kitchen, only realising this after you sat down, to explaining to your homophobic uncle why it's not acceptable to call gay people slurs, even if it is "just a joke". Most often, it is the former of those two scenarios

dak (noun, uncountable) – boom* Short for dakkedak, which is an onomatopoetic name for music with a strong, repetitive bass rhythm. *this is a bad translation, but it's the best I could come up with

gråssenollike (noun, fk.) – greyish feather-brain A joke-y name for a house sparrow, gråspurv. Gråsse is presumed to either originate from plain gråspurv or gråsset 'grey-ish', and nollike is a word that can mean fool, but also be used about animals or women in jest.

skemad (noun, uncountable) – spoon food Literally anything you can eat with a spoon. I believe its most common use is for the food you first give babies when they are moving on from nursing to real food, but I know quite a few people who use it for cereal because we literally only have the word “morgenmadsprodukter” for it, which is a mouthful to say.

#i present to you: part 2 #yes i think my translation of gråssenollike is clever and funny thanks for asking #danish #danish language #dansk #dansk sprog #langblr #danish langblr #vocab list #danish vocabulary #original

[broken-glowsticks]

What Once was Mine

Chapter 13 - Support

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series.

Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

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It was a quiet drive to pick up the corn dogs, your mind swirling. You couldn't help but replay the situation in the pizza parlor, baring through your embarrassment as you scanned to see if you could have done anything to make it better, only to feel more defeated when you came up empty. The only thing that was keeping you grounded was the heat of the pizza searing into your legs and Changbins hand in yours.

Changbin had remained silent the entire drive, not wanting to push you if you didn't want to talk. But he would have to be a massive idiot to not notice the tension you were carrying. He so desperately wanted to know what exactly was wrong and what he could do to help. For now he settled on holding your hand tightly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin as he drove in silence.

Once you had run inside to grab the corn dogs did you finally break the silence upon your return.

“Hey, uhm, sorry for what happened back there…”

“Why are you apologizing, bunny?” Changbin asked gently, waiting for you to buckle up before starting your car up and pulling back onto the road.

“It's just… that must have been so awkward, having to be in the middle of that… of me and Hyunjin.”

“Well… I didn't love getting interrupted, but…” Changbin tried to choose his words carefully. He knew why Hyunjin was reacting like that, it must be hard seeing the girl you love kiss someone else the way you were kissing Changbin. But you didn't know Hyunjin loved you and Changbin wasn't going to just reveal that. He wasn't that kind of person.

“But… what?” Your eyes finally pulled from the middle distance when your boyfriend went silent. He had such a pensive look on his face.

“I loved how you clung to me,” he finally said in a whisper, his hand searching for yours again. His eyes never left the road as his fingers ghosted over your palm, skin gliding against skin until your fingers interlaced and squeezed together. “I have to confess something.”

“What… what's that?” Changbins lips pressed into a thin line before he spoke.

“I know about you and him, that you used to sleep together.”

The air in your lungs vanished as your world turned on its axis. How did he know? When did he find out? Did Jisung tell him or did he figure it out before you two even started dating? These and many more questions flooded your mind as panic pulled at you. You felt dizzy. Changbin, however, was calm as he continued before you could even open your mouth.

“I'm not mad, baby. I knew for a while, before I even asked you out actually. I knew and I wanted you anyway,” He explained, his voice leveled and gentle, meanwhile you were trying to keep from hyperventilating in the passenger's seat.

“I knew that when we got together there would be some awkward moments between you two. That's why I'm not even upset over how he reacted or that you wanted to go after him when he ran off. I know you two are just friends now and that you would've done the same thing if it was Han, Felix, or Chan. But the entire time… you clung to me, you never stopped looking to me for comfort. It didn't even dawn on me to be upset or that I was in the middle of something cause I was too focused on being there for you. I just… I love how you wanted just me. And I loved that you clung to me and didn't go after him.”

The car fell into silence again as you sat speechless, gawking at Changbins' gorgeous profile. You suddenly felt all warm and fuzzy inside as you replayed his words in your head, truly letting them sink in. He didn't care. He didn't care about what happened before he started dating you or that things are awkward between you and Hyunjin. He didn't try to interject himself into that sensitive moment, he wasn't even embarrassed about kissing you in such a public place. All he cared about was that you turned to him and that's where all his focus whent.

“I don't deserve you,” you said with a relieved smile, finally able to breathe again as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I have the best boyfriend in the whole world.”

“And don't you forget it,” Changbin grinned, finally casting you a sideways glance before pulling the back of your hand to his lips, the car ride now being filled with silly chatter and stolen kisses at red lights the entire way back to the studio.

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When you opened the door to the studio, you were pleasantly surprised to see Felix perched on the couch.

“Sunshine!” You cheered happily, setting down the food on the only table in the room and plopping next to Felix to squeeze him in a hug.

“‘Sunshine’? Since when did you two get so close?” Chan asked, a small smile playing on his features.

“Pfff, you'd notice if you ever left your room. I bet you didn't even know I was over a few days ago,” you said with feign annoyance, pulling Felix closer.

“Wait, you were at my place?”

“Yeah, she was!” Felix laughed, hugging you back as tightly. “See, you just proved her right. Daaaaad,” Felix said in a childish voice, turning to Changbin.

“Who, me?”

“Yeah, you and big bro work too hard. You're neglecting mom and meeeee.” Changbin laughed at Felixs’ antics as he pulled out a roll of paper towels and grabbed himself some food.

“If Changbin is the dad and Chan is the big brother, what am I? Another brother?” Jisung asked, standing to serve himself some food once Changbin had moved out of the way. The studio was too small for so many people to be shuffling around at the same time.

“The dog,” you and Felix replied in unison flatly.

“What? Lame!” Jisung whined as he settled back into his chair, “hey, did you guys get anything to drink?”

“Shit. No, we didn't,” Changbin replied.

“Also lame,” Jisung huffed, stuffing a corn dog in his mouth.

“If you wanted something to drink, you should have specified,” you said, standing and distributing food to Felix and Chan to minimize the shuffling.

“Well, why didn't you just get some at the pizza place?” Jisung razzed, taking a bite of pizza.

“That's ‘cause of-” your hand faltered as you handed Felix his pizza, your brain catching you before you could even mention Hyunjin or the awkward moment that happened between you and him

“Because ooooof…?” Jisung asked, noticing your stiff motions. You and Jisung have not only been friends since forever but have been living together long enough to know when there's more going on, especially when you make it obvious.

“Bunny's just being shy, I may or may not have been… distracting her,” Changbin cut in with a cocky grin, making Jisung wince.

“Gross, sorry I asked,” Jisung said with an overdramatic gag, deciding to focus instead on his food.

You smiled as you went to press a kiss to Changbins’ temple, mouthing a silent thank you as you finally snagged some food for yourself. A thank-you Felix definitely noticed.

Ever since the day you came over and explained your sensitive history with Hyunjin, Felix had been keeping tabs on you. He knew he was the only one in the friend group who had all the details of what went on between you and Hyunjin, not to mention an unbiased opinion on everything. Also, that night brought you two together. Felix and you not only chatted about your past, but he also had shared plenty of secrets himself that night, which only forged a stronger bond than you and him had ever had before. That intimacy is why he felt the need to be so protective of you, especially since he knew that currently too busy Jisung- the guy you'd usually turn to in times like these - wouldn't be able to give you level-headed advice when it came to dealing with Hyunjin.

With Felix’ eyes following you so closely, it was easy for him to notice you checking your phone while everyone carried on in boisterous conversation, a strange emotion crossing your face as you stared at the screen. Shoving the phone into the pocket of Changbins’ jacket, you slid from your spot next to the man in question to slide closer to Felix, your voice a murmur when you spoke.

“Lix? Can I talk to you later?”

Felixs’ eyes darted to you before he quickly looked away and gave a subtle nod, trying his best not to tip anybody off as the two of you ate amongst the loud voices in the room. It was when Felix asked to go to the bathroom that you volunteered to go with him, claiming you needed to go too, and if you were to get lost, at least you were together.

“Who's bright idea was it to not put a bathroom on this floor?” Felix asked the moment the two of you had left the studio.

“They also didn't install any name plates either,” you laughed.

“I know! I was wandering around, counting doors, trying to figure out what Chan meant by ‘we're the third one back’!”

You and Felix shared a laugh as you entered the elevator, going down a floor to reach the elevators. The two of you were silent as the elevator took you down a level to one of the floors that actually had bathrooms and you remained that way for a bit until Felix's hand slid into yours and squeezed it.

“So what's got you all gloomy?” Felixs’ voice was somewhat quiet, quiet enough that you could hear your own footsteps echoing through the hall.

“Hyunjin so happened to have walked into the pizza parlor me and Changbin were at and caught us making out,” you admitted sheepishly, giving Felix some context.

“No fucking way,” he said a bit louder, his head whipping towards you. “And then what?”

“It was so awkward. He was so hurt, he couldn't even hide it.”

“The message you got, was it from him?” You nodded, your lips a thin line as you and Felix stopped and sat on the sill of the large window at the other end of the hall.

“He texted me to apologize for running away, that he just threw him off. But… he's hiding something again, I know it. I know last time we talked about how I'm not owed everything, but Felix, the way he looked at me. I'm scared he's hiding something big and that he's only hurting him by hiding it.”

Felix pondered for a moment what you had told him before asking for a bit more of a detailed account of what happened. Once you had finished, Felix thought a bit more, pulling you from the window sill and walking you back to the elevator before replying.

“If you're so worried, then why not go talk to him again?”

“I dunno Sunshine, last time we were alone together we almost kissed. Changbin just told me how much he trusts me, I don't want to risk anything by going back.”

“Then talk to Bin, tell him you're worried about your friend. He'll understand Y/N. You don't have to be scared.” It was your turn to think things over.

Felix was right. You didn't have to pick one or the other anymore. You had drawn your lines in the sand, and you knew Hyunjin respected that. He proved that with his immense regret about almost kissing you, all you had to do was talk to your boyfriend and keep him in the loop. With resolve, you had made up your mind. When you and Changbin had a moment, you were going to let him know about your plans of seeing Hyunjin again.

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Oof, little bit of a shorter chapter this week 😬 Baby was extra clingy these past few days, and my husband even had some PTO, so of course I was gonna spend time with him! Buuuuut that does mean I kinda rushed this chapter a bit more than intended, so it's even less proofread. Oh well 😅

Way to go Binnie for clearing the air and being such a kick ass boyfriend this chapter tho! Lowkey I'm too in love with him 😍 lmao, get ready for Hyunjin angst next chapter 😈

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon @luvyblossom @doggezz@kayleefriedchicken @hyunjinhoexxx @zadkielr @bincxtesworld

#stray kids fanfic #bang chan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin x reader #seo changbin x reader #skz stay #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #lee felix #slow burn #love triangle #love corner #series #what once was mine #glows fics #skz fic #pining #slight angst #mutual pining #eventual childhood friends to lovers #childhood friends #established relationship

[pryjdzieviasna]

«Interjer» – Alaksandr Hryškievič (2022)

Alaksandr Hryškievič, Interjer, 2022

#belarusain art #art #belarusian #мастацтва #беларускае мастацтва #Аляксандр Грышкевіч #Alaksandr Hryškievič

[noosphe-re]

Etymology of ‘adios’ and ‘adieu’

adios (interj.)

1837, American English, from Spanish adios, from phrase a dios vos acomiendo "I commend you to God;" the French form is adieu (q.v.).

adieu (interj.)

late 14c., adewe, from Old French a Dieu, a Deu, shortened from phrases such as a dieu (vous) commant "I commend (you) to God," from a "to" (see ad-) + dieu "God," from Latin deum, accusative of deus "god" (from PIE *deiwos "god" (from root *dyeu- "to shine").

Originally it was said to the party left (farewell was to the party setting forth), but in English it came to be used as a general parting salutation. As a noun, "expression of kind wishes upon departure," late 14c. Compare the native parting salutation good-bye, a contraction of God be with ye.

*dyeu-

Proto-Indo-European root meaning "to shine," in derivatives "sky, heaven, god."

It forms all or part of: adieu; adios; adjourn; Asmodeus; circadian; deific; deify; deism; deity; deodand; deus ex machina; deva; dial; diary; Diana; Dianthus; diet (n.2) "assembly;" Dioscuri; Dis; dismal; diurnal; diva; Dives; divine; joss; journal; journalist; journey; Jove; jovial; Julia; Julius; July; Jupiter; meridian; Midi; per diem; psychedelic; quotidian; sojourn; Tuesday; Zeus.

It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit deva "god" (literally "shining one"); diva "by day;" Avestan dava- "spirit, demon;" Greek delos "clear;" Latin dies "day," deus "god;" Welsh diw, Breton deiz "day;" Armenian tiw "day;" Lithuanian dievas "god," diena "day;" Old Church Slavonic dini, Polish dzień, Russian den "day;" Old Norse tivar "gods;" Old English Tig, genitive Tiwes, name of a god.

—Etymonline

#quote #language #linguistics #etymology #adios #adieu #good bye #God #theology #Spanish #French #Proto-Indo-European #light #shine

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[exsqueezememacaroni]

Hello dear!

I think this interview isn’t on YT. A lot of smile, jawline, cute eyes and beautiful Mike on it. And…it’s seems he is actually having a good time.

Maybe you could make some gifs with this one? Please?

https://m.facebook.com/rocktukor/videos/mike-patton-interj%C3%BA-1993/154670686222262/

Abrazo!

oh, very, very cute Mike indeed!!

I'll make a full set of gifs for sure...maybe tonight, but here is a couple now, because I am convinced the video person was fully in love with Mike...like...intensely so...

#anon asks #mike patton #faith no more #like - hello there mike's tear ducts

[sabakos]

nekocolonialism

The boy's pointed, furry ears pricked up at the sound of the buzzer door and his greying, striped tail began to flick back and forth in anticipation. He dusted the white powder off his whiskers and pressed the intercom.

"Come in, Mr. Secretary-General"

The hairless, balding man's face was flushed as he stumbled to the desk where his impossibly adorable anthropomorphic adversary lounged comfortably. "You can't do this to us! It's not fair, we need more time to make the next payment. There were unforseen-"

The Viscount of Neko Holdings Unlimited private enforcement militia purred softly at his captive audience "I explained this to you, Mr. Secretary-General, this is out my paws. The Neko family appreciates your timely repayment right meow..."

"But the hunger riots..."

"Are an issue we gave you the means to deal with. Why didn't you deploy the cat-scratch fever in the most rebellious regions before they burned the milk distillation equipment? Are we to blame that your staff tried a diplomatic solution against our advice, to negotiate on our behalf for terms that were iwwelevant to us? But no, you know your own people."

As the catboy caught himself slipping into a shameful accent, the soft, sand paper tongue flicked out the last word like a hairball it had gotten rid of. To regain his composure, he elected to change the subject to a more lighthearted and familiar one: "Say, this used to be your office, right?"

The man nodded. The catboy batted at the globe perched on the edge of his desk. and it fell to the ground with an expensive shatter. The man winced.

"Oops. Priceless, right? Jade and sapphire. Well, maybe that could have lowered your debt a bit, if you hadn't already agreed to cede this city and everything in it to us in exchange for accepting your surrender. Mew York City? Hey, don't cry baby. I have a question for you. Why's this broken ball all colored wrong, anyway. The green part's all blue-colored, and the brown part's all green. Are people colorblind or something? Or just stupid?"

The man's face turned white. "It used to be like that! Before you showed up it was that color. There are pictures!"

The Viscount licked his paw, catching the tip of his claw "Now you're trying to lie to me. I don't like that. We've been watching you for a long time, you know. I know all about the little missile you launched at your own little... moon? Luna? Did I hear rightly that you used to call it a ball of cheese? Well at least you named one thing correctly. That wasn't green cheese either, though. I tasted a bit of it. Sorry for blowing it up by the way. That was my personal call y'know, we just assumed you had military fortifications there. But you never even settled it, did you? Truly a slave race, fit only to be ruled over."

The man's face turned from fear to impotence as he realized that he was going to be excluded from the remainder of this conversation, but that he would not be free to leave; the Viscount liked nothing better than the sound of his own voice. With a sudden twitch, sensing his prey's mind wandering, the catboy sunk a claw in the desk and dragged it across the metal nameplate to bring the secretary-general back to attention.

"Anyway, I distinctly remember when I made that call, that this planet was already those colors. Wasn't it? You did this to yourselves. If we hadn't come along you'd all be long dead by now, cooked, just like those fish you were too dumb to leave raw. You didn't deserve those. We still have some, y'know. Moved them offworld before we boiled the ocean to kill the dolphins and the cuttlefish, the only higher intelligences on this blasted planet. Salmon has become quite a delicacy on Neko Prime once we got the breeding cycles right. Tuna too. Unlike the breeding cycles of those human-neko hybrids. That project failed, the process is apparently very painful for the humans, and the only viable offspring are just kinda stupid catboys."

The man failed to fight off the urge to interject "You said those experiments were false rumors. Invented by the Humane Society! We agreed to the terms of the treaty! no human trials!"

"Yeah, I did, pet. We lied to you. Not that it matters anymore. You belong to us now, and we don't need your cooperation anymore. Your whole planet makes, well made the pressure control valve for milk distillation columns. It's admittedly a great environment for it, right in the habitable zone for lactic acid synthesis. Your one purpose as an ecosystem. Catlord knows it's the only thing you were ever good at. but since you can't pay your debts, looks like we'll need to have someone else do it, it's just too much of a liability. There's even been talk of automation! But don't think we can just leave you alone. we can't let an atomic capable race just stick around, even one as useless as you. Loose ends and all."

The Secretary-General's face went blank as he realized the trajectory of the conversation was even more hopeless that he had first supposed.

The catboy's unblinking eyes turned soft. "I was thinking of taking you with me. Maybe play with you a little bit before you die. What do you say, old friend? Want to be the last human alive? Watch your stupid little planet blow to bits like that little model there? Or do you want to go out with the rest of them, just spoiled milk refinery equipment?"

#no drafts no edits we die like catboys #thank you for the prompt anon #mine

[skyloftian-nutcase]

What about Legend and Wind for 2? And both being dramatic and milking their cold for all its worth

Dramatic babies, the lot of them.

(Click here to read on AO3)

“I swear to Farore, if I sneeze one more damn time—”

“Oh stuff it!” Wind interrupted. “My sinus headache is way more annoying than your stupid sneezes and you don’t see me complaining about it!”

“You’re literally complaining about it right now!”

“That’s because you won’t shut up!”

Twilight sighed heavily, looking at Wild. “Is the tea ready yet?”

The champion shook his head, looking mildly entertained at the scene. “Not yet, sorry.”

Legend honed in on the conversation immediately. “What kind of tea?”

“Chamomile,” Wild answered. “It’s for Captain and Smithy, they’ve got some pretty bad headaches.”

Legend crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. “They’re not sick, I am.”

“Oh brother,” Wind grumbled, shoving him aside and puffing out his chest. “Don’t worry, Champion, I’ll make sure he doesn’t steal the tea.”

“You realize he’s literally just boiling water, right?” Twilight noted exasperatedly. “You can make whatever tea you want with it, Veteran. And you too, Sailor.”

“I don’t need tea,” Wind scoffed. “Just pumpkin soup.”

Wild smiled kindly. “I can do that.”

Wind brightened immediately. “You can?”

Wild laughed. “Of course I can, I know how to make pumpkin soup!”

Wind’s eagerness grew muted, and he narrowed his eyes discerningly. “I bet it doesn’t take like my grandmother’s soup. She makes the best soup when I’m sick.”

“Oh yeah, wanna bet?” Wild challenged.

“Yeah! Fifty rupees!”

“You’re on, Sailor.”

Wind smiled and then grimaced as he coughed for a little while, withering into himself and fixing Wild with the most pathetic look Twilight had ever seen on the sailor’s face. “But can I have some milk in the meantime?”

Wild sifted through his belongings before pulling out a bottle and offering it to their youngest member. Wind took it and guzzled most of it down, sighing in blissful relief. Then he looked sadly at the champion again. “Do you have any honey?”

The champion pulled out the requested item, saying, “You can only use some, okay? I’m running low on it.”

Wind nodded with a small smile, mixing the two together and sipping again with a satisfied breath. Then he crinkled his eyebrows together in yet another pout. “Can I have dessert with the soup?”

“Oh, will you quit milking your cold, you’re not dying,” Legend snapped.

Twilight chuckled, giving a silent offering by reaching towards the sailor. The boy scurried over hastily, sliding into the space created for him as Twilight wrapped him in a side hug.

“This is all the Old Man’s fault,” Legend grumbled, crossing his arms. “He gave us this damn cold in the first place.”

“What does it matter who gave it to you?” Twilight sighed. “As you said to Sailor, it’s just a cold.”

“I know that!” Legend replied, kicking a rock and walking to Twilight’s other side, plopping down beside him. “It still sucks, okay?”

Twilight watched him for a moment as he curled in on himself, and he tapped him lightly with his knuckles. Legend glanced at him, looking sour, but nevertheless leaned against the rancher.

“I don’t like being sick,” Legend said softly.

Twilight recognized it for the apology that it was and gave him a light squeeze, patting him on the back. “I understand. Hopefully it’ll pass as quickly as it did for the Old Man.”

Legend harumphed at that. “It better or he’s never going to hear the end of it.”

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, and then it was broken by—

“HEYYY!”

Twilight jumped, looking around for the source of the familiar shout. The postman ran over with his usual bustle, huffing a little harder than usual. He reached into his pouch, automatically holding a letter out to Sky, who was a few paces away. “Mr. Link, I have a letter for you!”

Sky, who had been tending to Warriors and Four, paused from his work and hesitantly grabbed the letter. “Thanks?”

“Okay, now wait, before you go, I have a few questions—” Legend interjected, rising.

The postman interrupted him with several loud coughs. “Oh, excuse me, sorry! I’ve had the most terrible cold lately, it’s been slowing me down. I can’t stay, there’s mail to deliver!”

With that, the postman was on his way. Everyone looked at Sky, who squinted at the envelope. “It’s for you, Sailor.”

“Maybe it’s from Aryll again,” Wind surmised in a congested voice, sneezing as Sky walked over to deliver the letter to him.

Everyone watched him as he started to read. “Yep! It’s Aryll. Oh no, she’s got a cold too!”

Legend narrowed his eyes. “Wait a freaking second. Your sister’s sick?”

Wind nodded.

“And the postman is sick? The postman who would have accepted a letter from her?”

“I guess? Our postman doesn’t look like that, though—”

“But your postman would have to deal with that postman.”

“Yeah.”

Legend looked at Time. “Didn’t the postman talk to you when we were at the ranch? And that’s when you got sick?”

Time looked away thoughtfully, and then a small, amused smile pulled at his lips. “As a matter of fact, yes.”

Legend sneezed and then huffed, coming to some conclusion as he leaned against Twilight again. “That settles it. Sailor, your sister is trying to infect every Hyrule in existence.”

Wind stiffened. “It’s not her fault!”

“Of course not,” Twilight piped in. “It’s the postman who’s spreading it.”

Everyone looked at Sky.

The young knight raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, he got near me for like two seconds!”

“Nope – banished,” Warriors remarked, waving a hand in a shooing manner towards Sky. “I’ve already got a headache, I don’t need a cold on top of it.”

“But—”

“Banished.”

Sky rolled his eyes, walking towards the edge of camp as everyone laughed. Wind and Legend settled against Twilight again as Wild delivered tea to Four and the captain.

“Well, now you can’t get on the Old Man’s case about it,” Twilight said softly, wrapping his arms around his younger brothers. Wind hummed with happiness, rubbing his cheek on Twilight’s fur pelt before scurrying towards Wild to ask for more snacks.

Legend stifled another sneeze. “No, but I can still complain about it.”

Twilight laughed. “I’d be worried if you didn’t, Vet.”

#I feel like Legend's way of being dramatic over illness is to complain like hell #and Wind's way of being dramatic over illness is to give doe eyed requests for literally everything #but he also has to prove he's a Big Boy so he'll punch Legend for being dramatic #and then ask for milk with sad puppy eyes immediately after #Aryll is singlehandedly giving every Hyrule a cold #she is more of a menace than Dink right now #you ask skye answers #writing prompt #ask game #sicktember #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu wind #lu twilight #writing

[cat-with-a-tie]

Nordic country names in kanji （ 国名漢字表記）

A list of the kanji most commonly used as ‘names’ for the five Nordic countries, their most common pronunciations (both on’yomi and kun’yomi), and their most prevalent meanings.

Denmark—「丁」（tei）

ataru; hinoto

Most common kanji transliteration (full name): 丁抹

n. a young man; a man in his prime

n. a physical labourer

n. the fourth of the ten Heavenly Stems; lit. ‘younger brother of fire’ (hinoto).

Finland—「芬」（fun）

kaoru; koubashii; kaori

Most common kanji transliteration (full name): 芬蘭*

*Literally translates to something like ‘fragrant orchid’. How adorable is that!

adj. fragrant

v. to emit fragrance

n. a good name; an honourable reputation

adj. plentiful

adj. flourishing, chaotic, jumbled.

Iceland—「氷」（hyou）

hi; koori; kooru

Most common kanji transliteration (full name): 氷州 (lit. ice-state, ice-land)

n. ice

v. to freeze; to congeal

adj. cold, pure, or clear as ice

adj. frozen

adj. an adjective describing pale skin; fair.

Norway—「諾」（daku）

ubena-u (as a verb stem)

Most common kanji transliteration (full name): 諾威

v. to concede

v. to respond (to a demand/wish)

v. to obey

interj., (dated) in conversation, a word denoting agreement and/or compliance; ‘aye’, ‘yes’, ‘alright’.

Sweden—「典」（ten）

fumi; nori

Most common kanji transliteration (full name): 瑞典

n. a book; a document

n. an unchanging law, paradigm, or standard

n. a reliable principle; a habitus

adj. refined, graceful.

Sources:

https://mojinavi.com/kanji

https://www.weblio.jp/

https://kotobank.jp/

https://dictionary.goo.ne.jp/kanji/

https://kanji.jitenon.jp/

BE WARNED: These kanji were NOT chosen to represent these countries because of their semantic content. They were chosen for their pronunciation. Kanji country names are (with very few exceptions; see the entry on Iceland) purely phonetic transcriptions except the characters happen to also have semantic meaning, because kanji. More on that under the cut.

That being said, I am a hetalia fan in the year of our lord 2022 and where would I be without some completely baseless extrapolation masquerading as legitimate research?

The semantic content of these kanji really struck me as oddly fitting for both the actual nations and their hetalia personifications, but again, like I said – baseless extrapolating. Leave me alone in my blissful delusion.

On a brighter note, Isn’t the amount of connotations that can be encompassed by a single kanji character simply wonderful?

Although in the past century katakana has become the widespread standard for writing foreign country names, kanji characters are still used in certain (often relatively formal) situations, and the association between nation names and certain kanji remain strong to this day. In particular, compounds such as 「日英（nichi-ei）同盟」 (the Anglo-Japanese Alliance, with 日 for Japan and 英 for Britain) or 「普仏（fu-futsu）戦争」　(the Franco-Prussian War, with 普 for Prussia and 仏 for France) are pretty much always written in kanji and read with kun’yomi pronunciation*, unless the countries in question are relatively obscure enough that the average Japanese person would not be expected to recognise their names in kanji.

Another context in which kanji abbreviations are used more frequently than the corresponding katakana transcriptions is, you guessed it, the Japanese hetalia fandom. This is done partly in order to save space, but mostly it’s to avoid accidentally traumatising poor innocent people on the look out for nation-related stuff that is not anthropomorphic porn.

Kanji names, like katakana ones, are usually transliterations; however, in some cases the translation might be literal (e.g. Iceland is written as 氷州, lit. ‘ice state’). Since a lot of kanji share similar pronunciations, the choice of a particular character for a nation’s name reflects not only phonetic features but also, to a limited extent, how that nation is perceived by the Japanese people.

As a show of diplomatic courtesy, kanji with ‘bad’ connotations are generally avoided. There are even historical records of foreign delegates getting offended by the transliteration of their nation’s name and demanding a different set of characters. The Japanese wikipedia page contains more information on kanji transliteration in general as well as a full list of nation names in kanji.

*For comparison, the katakana transcriptions for Britain, Prussian, and France read respectively igirisu, puroisen, and furansu. Britain is a slightly more complicated case, but oh well we’re not getting into that here.

#hetalia #aph #aph nordics #hws nordics #aph denmark #hws denmark #aph finland #hws finland #aph iceland #hws iceland #aph norway #hws norway #aph sweden #hws sweden #excuse my shit handwriting

[ea-nasir-is-a-crook]

I got An Annotated Sumerian Dictionary by Mark E Cohen for Christmas and I made a blog to natter on about it.

If it's in the dictionary and I find it interesting, I will plunk it down in here.

I'm not a linguist. I'm an enthusiast who enjoys learning about ancient Sumer. Please manage you expectations of this blog appropriately.

No translation requests. The dictionary is organized by Sumerian, not by English, which means that if you give me an English word to translate into Sumerian, I won't be able to find it.

However, if you know the Sumerian word you want me to find, I can type out the entry for you.

We're going to do this from start to finish! Let's see how long it takes to get from A to Z.

Sounds and symbols guide under the cut!

r̂ sounds like dr ĝ sounds like ng š sounds like sh ḫ sounds like kh

adj - adjective adv - adverb conj - conjunction interj - interjection interr - interrogative num - numeric prep - preposition s - substantive v - verb

And here is a pronunciation guide done by @sumerianlanguage

#sumerian #sumerian language #An Annotated Sumerian Dictionary #Youtube

[wurds-fur-nurds]

#wiktionary #wordoftheday #summary #Christmas