#why are you latin too? like he’s not just chinese he’s latin too WHY

[cometrose]

i’ve got two zhongli origin theories

1. he’s a fallen star or a piece of the sun that fell in teyvat or a sun god/solar chariot

2. hes a servant of celestia but was banished/demoted for disobedience

theory 1 is an old theory but i always feel he’s an astral body of some sorts “planet befall” is his burst name “stars dim light fades” is his namecard description “gold is the tears of the sun” this is what the melusines say after being handed a piece of cor lapis the fact the solar chariot crashed when rex lapis was young and then zhongli is always symbolized by the sun with gold as his signature item. All the other archons (ei, rukkha, nahida, furina etc) are represented by the moon as are many other deities or divinities (azhdaha, guizhong, xiao and ganyu) zhongli is one of the few immortals to fully embody the sun

theory 2 has more to do with his connections to celestia. while super subject to change and not at all reliable i always think about one of zhongli’s beta lines is about celestia and he speaks very fondly of it stating he hasn’t been there is a long time next is the mora he produces with the triquetra symbol associated with celestia

then in chinese it states zhongli was demoted 6000 years ago when he arrived in teyvat as opposed to the eng version of ‘descended’.

In his 5th character story prior to rukkha getting erased it stated that barbatos and morax were the only original members of the seven and now it states that they were the only two in positions of leadership but isn’t that the same thing? not to mention barbatos fell asleep the same time nahida was born so in reality of the original 7 only rex lapis was in a position of leadership and then in the same text later down it still says that “The seven seats changed and again were changed, till five of the seven at the table were all departed” but if he really forgot rukkha shouldn’t it be four not five? this section of text is the same pre and post sumeru so long story short i think he remembers rukkha to some extent so he didn’t come straight from tevyat

and then even though he states he’s eroding he is very confident in his memories likely due to his contracts so i think erosion effects him differently and then their is his connection to the heavenly principles he specifically states erosion was imposed on him by them and then he praises furina for deceiving them and then there is his contract with them that stops him from talking about the cataclysm all in all i believe he’s familiar with the heavenly principles on a deeper level like he’s playing both sides

bonus: i think it’s neat zhongli is always associated with life and creation much like celestia (and the sun), he gave azhdaha eyes and created the archaic petra flower he created whales and eagles and beasts made of stone granted the adepti illumination and a mastery over alchemy

bonus bonus: morax was alive during the age of the 3 moon sisters and there are few stories were it’s implied he mentions them directly anyway this just means he’s far older than 6000 and has lived through numerous tevyat societies so he’s got a very long lifespan not as much as an elemental being but he knows far more about this world

bonus bonus bonus: zhongli’s 6th constellation is “Chrysos, Bounty of Dominator”. Chrysos is latin but is borrowed from ancient greek meaning Gold (Khrysos). Khrysos is a daimon which are lesser divinities in greek mythology and often a personification of abstract concepts. Daimons were great and powerful figures who after their death were granted divinity and some were transformed by Zeus to guide humanity. Khrysos is son of Zeus and the personification of gold and wealth ‘that cannot be devoured by moth or rust’. Son of Zeus? Free of impurities? Tasked with guiding humanity? Very similar to the relationship to the archons and celestia and could mean zhongli has very divine origins.

anyway that’s what i got, as to what he *is* maybe he’s a celestial dragon that got demoted.

or i think about heavenly chinese immortals who, when they commit crimes, or want to grow as a person, may be sent to the human realm to go through trials and suffering that comes with living and guess what zhongli does in his free time.

May he’s a piece of the sun that crashed down in teyvat and got assigned godhood hence his dedication to the future and seeing a new day

#zhongli #zhongli headcanons #genshin impact #did you know in tcg of the character cards only paimon and zhongli’s card produce omni dice #omni dice which is associated with the 8th element and the primordial one- okay i’ll shut up #i think he was chilling in celestia and got booted and now he sits on earth calling them trash under his breath #that’s all i got #i could talk more and provide more references but that’s exhausting! #he could be just a chill adeptus at the end of day #did you know chrysoprase is a type of rock but this one is green #it’s greenish gemstone that’s pretty rare and valuable due to its unique composition and color #anyway i’m gonna stop now #you want zhongli lore? have fun reading up on the ideal chinese man immortal god while also dipping into ancient latin #why are you latin too? like he’s not just chinese he’s latin too WHY #i think he’s a meteor or piece of the sun that crashed onto earth #that’s why is on the edge of descender not descender #the only other one whose got really strong sun symbols is deshret

[atimeofyourlife]

Happy New Year

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: new years resolution | rated: g | wc: 460 | tags: minor steddie Steve has an awkward past with new years resolutions, but he found one he wants to keep. To be happy.

Steve didn't know how he felt about new years resolutions. It was something he'd hear his mother do so often. Every year, another list, often the same resolutions as previous years. Get better at cooking, lose weight, exercise more, do more with the women's lunch group, get Richard to stop sleeping with the secretary, stick to the diet, take up more hobbies, stop being treated like a doormat. But most of the time, she failed. Which is why there were so many repeats so often.

And her resolutions setting didn't stop at her. All throughout his childhood, she would make Steve lists of new years resolutions she expected him to stick to. Keep the house tidy, learn how to clean the pool, garden every other week, get better grades, stop partying so much, make the teams, make captain, hit the gym more often, lose the puppy fat, eat healthier, don't eat so much, be more independent, be a better representative of the family.

It was exhausting. But it was a cycle that he couldn't break. His mom always made such a big deal about it, it felt too big of a thing to stop. Like if he didn't make, and at least try to keep new years resolutions, something bad would happen. As if he had cursed himself. So he continued making them. To keep his loved ones safe, to continue to better himself, to be the best person he could be, to graduate, to get a job, to get a better job, to be a better son. Always things for other people, or to improve other people's perceptions of him. Never anything really for himself.

He was learning to be better at doing things for himself, to be kinder to himself. Not just doing things that other people expected of him. For the first time in his life, putting himself first. Letting himself be free, to be who and what he wanted.

As he sat curled up between Robin and Eddie on the couch, watching movies in the down time between Christmas and New Year, he realized just how content he was. Sure, they had one of the shittiest apartments in Indianapolis, but he had his best friend and his boyfriend, he didn't need anything more than that.

"Who has any new years resolutions?" Robin asked out of the blue between movies.

"I want to find a regular gig for the band. We'll take anything, we just want the chance to perform again." Eddie replied. "How about you?"

"I want to learn Latin. And maybe something like German or Chinese." Robin said. "Just any new language."

"What about you Stevie?" Eddie asked after a moment.

Steve thought for a moment before giving his answer. "Just to continue being happy."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #robin buckley #platonic stobin #steddieholidaydrabbles #atimeofyourwrites

[mazosstuff]

Drunk thoughts are sincere thoughts

pairing: Dan Heng × fem!reader

Cw!: none (maybe being drunk? Idk, nothing major happens to the reader or to anyone)

Words: < 800

A tiny bit suggestive but nothing happens!!

Sitting in the data bank, there are 2 young adults that are merely hanging out with a bottle or two of wine.

That night, she gulped down way too many glasses for how much alcohol she could tolerate.

"You've had one to many drinks, [name]" the black haired boy said.

"Y-you know... I was t-thinking about your other name..." She said between hiccups and a few pauses.

"My... other name? Please, tell me more. What were you thinking?" He wasn't even sure about what other name could she be possibly referring to.

"Imbibitor Lunae" She said while looking at the stars outside the window of the data bank.

"That... is more of a title, I guess... why were you thinking about it...?"

"Because people on the Xianzhou ships talk chinese... but... your name is in latin"

"Latin? I've never heard of this language"

"It comes from my homeland, Earth. It's more of a dead language, b-but I don't know how it got to you..."

"Still... that is a title that be-"

"Belongs to D-Dan Feng... I got it... you're making me tired of hearing the same thing over and over again"

"Think of how tired I am for telling everyone the same thing"

"Good though. Why would you ever want to d-drink the moon?"

Was the alcohol starting to get in her system? "Drink the moon?"

"Imbibitor Lunae means drinker of the moon..." She got up and sat right in front of him "Why would y-you ever want to d-drink the moon? I-it's so pretty!" She almost sounded whiny now, but not in an annoying way.

In her eyes, she was making him understand a very important thing for her: She loved the moon, and she loved him, but having her boyfriend's title be 'moon drinker'? Blasfemy!

In his eyes, however, he saw the love of his life getting in a position that was hard to describe: she was sat in between his legs, she grabbed him gently by his hips and started shaking him a little bit.

A faint blush transformed into him becoming even redder than Himeko's hair.

"Could you stop moving me like that?"

"Why do you wanna drink the moon? It's so pretty! It's so pretty that I'd marry it if it were a real person"

Something snapped inside of him with the last sentence. Surely he wasn't jealous of the moon... was he?

"Didn't you tell me you wanted to marry me?"

"That's another thing! I bet you'd leave me too for the moon"

Oh, silly [name]. He could never.

With what little courage there was left inside of him, he cupped her face into his hands and kissed her.

It was almost as if it had a hidden meaning.

He wanted to tell her he wasn't going anywhere. The moon may be pretty, but she was prettier. The moon could never beat her in a contest because it would have lost even before the beginning. But he couldn't find the words to say it.

"I will always choose you" He broke the kiss and hugged her.

She remained dumbfounded, frozen like a statue and unable to process everything that happened.

"By the way, how many drinks did you have? I can taste the alcohol on your lips"

"Uhhh... i don't know, I never counted...I'm not really a math gal"

"[Name]..." He sounded serious now

"Okay... maybe 5... or 6...?"

"My Aeons, you're unbelievably irresponsible with alcohol. It makes me wonder how you survived until now"

"Oops..." She said as she suddenly fell on him. From being on her knees, in between his legs, she just let herself fall on him.

Thinking about the various mentions of his past reincarnation, she felt like it was appropriate to remind him of who she loved.

"I love you... Dan Heng" She made sure to highlight the character 'Heng' in his name.

"And I love you not because of who you once were, b-but because of who you are now. Yeah... your vidyadhara appearance may be so cool and it's nice to tease you while you're in that form, but I fell in love with you, not Dan Feng, and if i had to choose between you and him, i would choose you every single time somebody asked me that"

He could feel his eyes tingling and ready to burst out in tears.

"If you ever get tired of reminding people who you are, t-tell me... because I w-will not let anyone disrespect you like that"

And with that she fell asleep on him.

He looked at her with a smile on his face

"How could I have been so lucky to have met you, my dear?"

People say that drunk thoughts are sincere thoughts.

A/n: hope you liked this little one shot. I swear, inspiration comes when you don't find the things you're looking for.

Another character that I love to the moon and back is Dan Heng. I have his E1 in his 5 star version and E2 in his normal one and I swear I'm tryna build him, but the drops of the calyx are awful.

As always, if you have a request for a one-shot, don't hesitate to send it to me!

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng #dan heng x reader

[total-drama-brainrot]

Deep diving into Alejandro's ethnicity and family because the show is vague with how both are portrayed, and I'm pedantic:

Off the bat, we know that he was born in 🇪🇸 Spain. Or at least, that's what his wiki page says, so I'm sure it's mentioned in some kind of canon content (the show, the character interviews, the creators' stating it, ect). He often times speaks en español, either by replacing words and phrases in otherwise English sentences or cussing out his team in an entirely spanish confession. His name is also rooted in Spanish origin; 'Alejandro' is the Spanish equivalent of Alexander, and his surname 'Burromuerto' literally translates to "Dead Donkey", likely a combination of the idioms "beating a dead horse" and "no ver tres en un burro", translation: can't see three on a donkey; akin to 'blind as a bat'.

I could go on about the symbolism of his name(s) and how it relates to his performance on Total Drama, but that's not essential to the topic at hand so I'll go over it later.*

With this in mind, the show really wants us to believe that he's Spanish, or at the very least Hispanic.

In Chinese Fake-Out, we learn that he won a gold medal at the South American Skate Olympics, so he presumably lived somewhere in South America in his childhood. On the wiki, it claims that he moved to Latin America soon after he was born. His comment in the same episode about eating barbequed guinea pigs where he grew up had a lot of people deducing that he lived in 🇵🇪 Peru since guinea pig is famously a delicacy there. The question begs, why would Alejandro and the rest of the Burromuertos move to Peru from Spain?

We know that Alejandro's father is a diplomat, so uprooting the family to a new country could be related to his work, but I doubt a diplomat would settle down and start a family just to go through the hassle of moving them halfway across the world to a random country, regardless of his salary.

What other reason would anyone have for dragging their brood across the sea? To see their extended family.

Family is a big character motivation for Alejandro: he has a lot of pride in being a Burromuerto and often times complains about disappointing his family or being susceptible to José's teasing when his plans don't work out. Pride is a staple of the Burromuertos; they even have a family code they abide by. That kind of mindset is usually generational, implying that his parents place the same emphasis on the presentation and opinions of their family.

The most glaring example of this mindset is the hate fuelled rivalry between Alejandro and José, which was sparked by their desperate need to be the "better son". The main goal of the Burromuerto brothers is familial recognition. Understandable, when your parents are too successful to raise you themselves, any kid would be desperate for their attention. Since their competition was allowed to escalate to the point of mutual loathing, their parents probably encouraged their behaviour; when you value familial reputation over everything of course you want your children to continuously prove themselves. (Poor Al is just full of complex familial trauma, from his parents' neglect to his brothers' bullying to the incredible pressure he's put under to succeed. No wonder he's like that.)

After seeing how the brothers are willing to go to extremes for the sake of family, it's reasonable that parents sharing that mindset would move across an ocean just to see their relatives (and likely compete with them, after all even a younger Alejandro was showing up everyone in South America's skateboarding scene).

Suggesting that either one or both of his parents, or grandparents, are Latin American. For simplicities sake, we'll say that Alejandro's dad is Spanish (as he carries the surname), and his mother is Peruvian (since Peru is the assumed country they moved to).

That means that the brothers qualify as both Hispanic and Latino. Alejandro's latin blood really is canon, and the stereotypical 'Latin Lover' archetype he fills (alongside the "Archvillain" he's titled as) is all the more accurate. He's evidently very proud of both heritages.

To clarify, the Burromuertos moved to Peru when Alejandro was young to be with his Mother's side of the family.

If we want to really wade into the theoretical waters, I'd like to suggest that Alejandro's father left Spain because he disgraced himself/his family in some way, and that's why he's so insistent on his sons restoring the family pride and prestige.

So, I've established Alejandro's ethnicity and touched on the bare-bones basics of his home life. But what about his other brother, or his uncle? You know, the characters that were mentioned once and never expanded upon. Don't worry, I've got notes on them too.

Carlos: The eldest child and a professional soccer player. Alejandro doesn't mention anything about a rivalry with Carlos. Instead, he suggests the two share a healthier bond as Carlos taught him soccer skills. 'Carlos' the name is a Spanish variant of Charles, meaning "free man". Fitting, since it's widely assumed that Carlos escaped from the Burromuerto home's harmful environment at his first opportunity and 'freed himself' from their high expectations/standards, hence why he doesn't engage in the family-typical hypercompetitive bullying. A somewhat common fandom troupe I've seen is Carlos being disowned by the Burromuertos, and post-World Tour/All-Stars Alejandro reconnecting with him after he too is disowned.

Uncle Julio: The hypnotist. All we really know about Julio is his name and occupation, but it's enough to pin him down as Alejandro's maternal uncle. Alejandro states that he learned hypnosis from Julio in The EX-Files; as he grew up in Peru, the only family he reasonably could have interacted with outside of the nuclear unit would be his mother's relatives. His comment "manipulation runs in the family" is never ascribed to the Burromuertos by name, which adds to the implication that Julio isn't his father's brother, as any skill as useful as hypnosis would definitely be branded under his surname otherwise. Additionally, 'Julio' as a name is derivative of the Latin Julius or Julianus (meaning "Devoted to Jove/Jupiter", the Roman incarnation of Zeus, though I can't find any meaning in this applicable to his character), and not a strictly Spanish name like those of Alejandro and his brothers. Instead, it's common in most Hispanic and Latin American countries.

José: The middle child and Alejandro's source of his lingering childhood trauma, if the aversion to the nickname "Al" is anything to go by, I've already written about their relationship. The name 'José' is a Spanish variant of Joseph, which means "to add/give" in it's simplest interpretation. He sure does give Alejandro a tonne of issues, so I suppose it tracks.

*And finally, analysing the symbolism of Alejandro's name.

Alejandro, derived from Alexander, meaning "warrior" and "man's defender". Though in Al's case, it's likely a reference to Alexander the Great as opposed to the name's literal meaning/origins- Alejandro conquered the competition like Alexander conquered his empire.

Burromuerto's double idioms combine "beating a dead horse donkey" with "blind as a bat", likely as a convoluted way to say he's blinding the dead donkey; in this case, the beaten dead horse donkey is the OG cast of Total Drama who have already been milked for two seasons of content and have little left to offer (therefore, the third season is the beating of the dead horse, as its' an attempt to force content out of a resource with nothing left to give. that's why they added two more competitors, if that makes any sense? I'm not sure if I'm explaining this well enough,) and Alejandro is deceiving or 'blinding' them through his manipulations.

Obviously, this is all speculation written by someone with too much free time and no expertise. All of my knowledge/facts come from google searches and connecting dots that likely have no real links to each other. I'm not an authority on any subject. Keep that in mind, please.

Feel free to add your own opinions/thoughts! Or correct things that are be wrong!

#long post #total drama #td alejandro #td josé #the burromuertos #character analysis #silly headcanons #thoughtless posting #ophe rambling #ah yes. the deaddonkey brothers. charles jospeh and alexander. /lh

[wizardfrog69]

sorry for reqiesting when you have alot of requests !!

but can i request hcs for jouno, ranpo, chuuya and kunikisa with a gn! autistoc s/o thats really "childish" (collects & sleeps wirh plushies, likes shows like bluey & mlp, is easily scared) and tends to act like cat + meow at them alot?

SORRY IF THIS SEEMS LIKE AN AUTISM STEREOTYPE, I MYSELF AM AUTISTIC AND IM LIKE THIS WHOOPS.

Thanks for requesting and dw about requesting when I have a lot of requests :)

'•.¸♡ childish and autistic s/o ♡¸.•'

Autistic!childish!gn!reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Jōno, Ranpo, Chuuya and Kunikida

Saigiku Jōno

He isn't too fond of your childish nature, even though he can find it cute at times, he mainly isn't a fan.

He finds it odd whenever you meow at him, he's just confused about why you are meowing at him.

He also does know the difference between a cat's meow and your meow.

Ranpo Edogawa

As someone who is childish himself it's really fun to spend time with him.

He always enjoys sitting with a mountain of plushies around him while watching something made for children.

He also likes scaring you, he will try and not do it so often but he just can't help himself! He loves the cute screams you make when he scares you.

Also if you are looking for a cute show to watch then you can watch Molang, it is beyond adorable.

Also if you meow at him he will meow back.

One time Fukuzawa heard meowing coming from the ada office thing and he thought it was a cat, only to be disappointed that there weren't any cats.

Chuuya Nakahara

He isn't childish himself but he finds your behaviour really cute.

He isn't someone who enjoys children's shows (even though he watches them with you, mainly for your company and slightly for his enjoyment) he does make up for it with plushies of a show you like or are hyper-fixated on or one that is your special interest.

He does feel like he has to protect you if you get scared easily, he doesn't want you to be constantly scared.

Whenever you meow at him he's just confused and askes why you are meowing at him.

Doppo Kunikida

A combination which would never mix somehow is working?

Despite Kunikida's strict nature and ideal attitude, he still enjoys having a significant other who has a more child like persona.

He doesn't enjoy children's shows (or any really, claiming they are idiotic and so on) but he likes seeing you happy so he may sit by you while doing some work as you enjoy a show you are watching.

He doesn't want to spoil you too much but that cute and excited smile you hold is something which his heart seeks frequently, not being able to pull himself away from the thoughts of granting you something tailored to your liking.

He may find your meows a bit on the queer (as in odd/unique not as in the lgbtq+ one) side but he doesn't object to them in the slightest, especially if that is the way you communicate your affections.

༺♥︎༻ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ *ೃ༄ *ੈ ★ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ *ೃ༄ *ੈ ༺♥︎༻

Idk why I started writing like that for Kunikida, oh well.

Okay so this is the random list of languages that has no purpose and isn't significant in any way.

Latin, Old Church Slavonic, Arabic, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, French, German, Italian, Irish, swahili, Czech, Ukrainian, Russian.

Yeah.

Have a wonderful day/night and drunk something nice like ice water :)

-Love, Az

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #jouno x reader #saigiku jōno #saigiku jouno x reader #jōno x reader #ranpo headcanons #edogawa ranpo imagines #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x you #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya bsd #chuuya bungou stray dogs #kunikida headcanons #kunikida doppo #kunikida hcs #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida fluff

[uriekukistan]

What languages do you think your favourite TG characters speak :0

wait okay so this is funny bc i have hcs that a lot of characters are illiterate bc so many of them didnt go to school, but anyway

urie the type of guy to speak fluent english but pretend he doesn’t when he visits the us just to piss off americans. respect bro

i think that eto is a hyper-polyglot. she speaks like 12 languages for no reason. she would learn languages that are known for being difficult, like thai or something just to flex.

in canon, hide tried to learn english to understand a song he liked, so i think he definitely at least knows basic english. following that, he probably tried to learn spanish and/or korean after finding some artists he liked (in my mind its bad bunny and twice).

ayato and touka think that kanji is enough foreign language for them (juuzou too)

akira probably learned french or italian. she just gives that vibe.

after kaneki told hinami that kanji comes from chinese characters, she probably tried learning mandarin. she thinks its cool how she can tell what some characters mean without looking them up because of the kanji she knows, but also forgets their pronunciation sometimes (me too)

nishiki is a science person so he probably learned latin to know like. stuff idk im not a science person i just know latin is useful for that.

in my mind saiko likes kpop, so she probably learned korean. not from a conscious effort, just from consuming media.

why can i see kaneki learning some ancient language? not latin, that’s too mainstream. like sanskrit or something. hieroglyphics. idk he just strikes me as the type. but also he references kafka so much in the beginning of the manga, i bet he learned german just to read him in his original language

shirazu the type of guy to do the duolingo klingon course. idk i hc him as a big sci fi guy, so i can just see him doing it.

mutsuki doesn’t actually know how to speak anything other than japanese, but he learns other languages scripts because he thinks they’re cool or pretty. he’s particularly fond of georgian and thai scripts. spends a lot of time making his handwriting super pretty.

takizawa just looks like the type of guy to learn german. idk why, he just. pre-ghoul takizawa looks like all the dudes who major in german at my uni

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #urie kuki #eto yoshimura #hideyoshi nagachika #kirishima ayato #touka kirishima #akira mado #hinami fueguchi #nishiki nishio #saiko yonebayashi #kaneki ken #ginshi shirazu #tooru mutsuki #seidou takizawa

[raggedy-dxctor]

I loved your Nandor headcanons! Can you write some headcanons of Nandor with an immortal partner? Thanks!

always happy to provide nandor content <3333

more nandor headcanons !!

pairing(s): nandor x gn!reader

warnings: not proof read

literally dedicates his immortality to you

he makes sure that your everlasting eternity is comfortable in every way he can

takes you on different dates everytime

will literally bring you a body to feed on too, he does not give a single shit if that means he'll go hungry

i feel like there's times in his death where he would literally throw himself into the sun for you

he tells Guillermo and the poor guy is just. mortified

"master- why would you even- no! that's a terrible idea! they'd hate that" "mmmm im not sure Guillermo i think they'd love it and see kt as tje ultimate declaration of love" and theng Guillermo tells you and proves nandor wrong when you just look at the two of them in utter horror and begin lecturing nandor on why that's a fucking terrible iea

loves to watch the moon and the stars with you

finds it so endearing when the two of you go bat form together and fly away

loves to bully laszlo with you, he's scared of nadja though so if you tesse her he'll just go frozen and stay silent, tightening his grip on your hand out of fesr for your life

will not let colin robinson drain you at any cost, like if he feeds on your energy it's on sight

finds it funny when you do what humans would deem risky or fatal shit, but he still feels his heart start beating again when you out yourself in danger, despite the fact that it won't kill you

loves.to learn new rhings with you, like one time the two of you dedicated yourself to learnimg as many languages as you can, which is why nandor csn now speak latin, ancient greek, egyptian, russian, spanish and chinese. he forgets most of them by the next century though

#nandor #nandor the relentless #nandor the relentless x reader #nandor x reader #nandor wwdits #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fanfic

[weemsfreak]

The Board Pt 2: The Woman

Summary: Anura Ricci works for the Outcast school board. They're struggling with many factors in life, quietly. They know so much, but can't seem to figure out exactly how to make themself happy. They befriend a certain Principal, and things begin to seem brighter for them. (Probably 12 chapters)

Tw: mention of past SH behaviour

Note: Plz give me feedback if you like it! Or don't like it lol ~2000 words.

Pt 1: The Man

Mid September

As your alarm went off, you looked to the time and saw 5:30am. You questioned why you stayed up until 2am reading old papers in Latin, you knew you needed more sleep than 3 and a half hours. Dreading an hour flight, hour wait, and an hour train ride, you found yourself in the shower, desperately trying to rinse out the cherry red dye that you put in your hair two days prior. Messing with your image was something you did to replace your older coping mechanisms, which according to your husband were much more harmful. They were, you knew, but it's hard to get away from the things that were once so comforting. Watching the red dye fall down your chest and arms, you look to your new tattoo, covered with transparent protective material. The look and feel of your arm was slightly different than you were used to, yet it was all too similar.

On the plane you found yourself diving back into the Latin language. Yes, it is a dead language, but it’s importance in so many subjects lead to the need to be understood by you, in order to posses all the knowledge you longed to. You knew many languages, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, German and Russian, which you learned by the time you were 25.

The last 5 years have been rocky to say the least. You've been married since you were 20, had this job since you were 18, and knew more than anyone you've ever met. Since you turned 25, you've felt distant from your husband, tired from your job, and haven't been as interested in learning things as you once were. Again, you were tired of your job. The travelling mostly, but also the being alone. Right after you graduated, the outcast board took you on due to your language knowledge, organizational skills, and expertise in many fields. You are exceptionally good at recognizing details and scoping things out when going on school visits, as well as conversing with the teachers and higherups. You were lucky to have this well paying job so young, but when you look back, you can't help but think of the many other jobs that could have benefitted you, and still would.

Finally on the train, you took a break from the Latin and focused on the scenery. There was so much nature and so many trees compared to where you lived, and that's one thing you liked about travelling. Maybe travelling wouldn't even be that bad if you had someone to do it with. Your husband traveled for work, but as he had the same job as you, you never traveled to the same places at the same time, and alas, you were always apart. In the back of your mind you were happy about that, even though you knew you shouldn't be.

At the train station, you looked to the time, 11:25am. You were hungry now as all you ate for breakfast was a protein bar on the plane. Walking through Jericho, you came across a bookstore, flower shop, bar, café, and Pilgrim world. Wait, what's Pilgrim world? Not out of the ordinary for a small town you thought, it intrigued you to learn about the history behind places you travelled to. Stopping at the Weathervane café, you found your way inside and put your suitcase in a corner booth. Since it was lunch time, it was pretty busy. You were used to places being busy though, considering you lived in New York City. You looked at the menu and you decided to just get a breakfast sandwich. Coffee, although you loved it, just heightened your anxiousness, and hot chocolate was not something you found appealing, too sugary.

While you ate your breakfast sandwich, you observed people in the café. Some Nevermore students were there. You remembered reading that they weren’t allowed to go into town during lunch, for safety reasons. Besides them, it looked to be a bunch of older people, and some kids, probably from a normie school. Everyone just looked like a bunch of normies, but I guess you did too, since your ability is not a visibly presenting or obvious one.

After finishing your breakfast sandwich, you walked up to the two students from Nevermore. "Hi, nice to meet you" you said with a smile. They looked at you with a bit of concern, wondering what you would want with them, and why you had a suitcase. "Bella and Sydney, if I remember correctly? I'm joking, of course I do" you said with a smirk, knowing that they were super confused. "Yes, how did you know?" Bella said. "I work for the outcast school board, my name is Mx. Ricci and I am here to observe Nevermore and report on how this term is starting out. I do believe I read somewhere that Nevermore students aren't allowed out in Jericho during lunch due to safety concern, is that true?" you asked them, and they looked at each other in defeat. "Yes, it’s true, we'll walk back to school now, sorry" Sydney said. "Nonsense, I'm getting a taxi there right now, I'll give you both a ride if you show me to Principal Weems' office when we get there." They both half smiled and Bella said "Deal."

 When you got to Nevermore, you were in awe. It was a literal castle, so well kept and decorated, and the iron gates and gargoyles made it look so spooky, in a good way. Bella and Sydney lead you up to Principal Weems' office, and you thanked them before going to knock on her door. To their surprise and yours, Principal Weems called to them while walking towards you from the hall, and they looked like they wanted to run. "Sydney, Bella, what are you doing up here? Aren't you supposed to be in the meal hall?" She chirped at them. "Forgive me Principal Weems, I couldn't find my way to your office and I asked them if they would show me" you smiled at her, knowing it was her from the one photo you remembered seeing. Also, you knew your way to her office, having never been to Nevermore before, because you briefly saw a map of the school online. She turned to them "Well, thank you for your help girls, now get to meal hall before lunch is over". You winked at them before they turned and ran to meal hall, hoping you wouldn't tell principal Weems that you caught them at the Weathervane. Turning back to Principal Weems, you held out your hand, "Principal Weems, I am Anura Ricci, from the board. It is so nice to meet you." Her face turned from stern to soft, she shook your hand but gave you a confused look. "Nice to meet you Mx. Ricci. Forgive me, but I did not know you would be arriving so soon. I would have picked you up from the train station myself." You smiled at her and reassured her with a "no worries." She in fact did look worried, but you weren’t really sure why. She unlocked her office door and pushed it open, gesturing for you to enter first.

Walking over to her taxidermy bear in the corner, you admired all the interesting décor that lined her office. You looked to her huge fireplace on the opposite wall, a couch in front of it. She gestured for you to sit in front of her desk, so you did. "Wow, I saw photos of this place online, but I didn't think it would be this immaculate in person." Larissa sat down at her desk. "Yes, it is quite beautiful, the photos don't do it justice. So, did you attend an outcast school?" You panned to her desk where you saw a unicorn mug resting on it. You smirked, "Yes I did, in Italy. Just a small school, nothing too fancy."

You went over your plans for the next two days with her and she seemed content with you listening in on classes and making sure things were up to date. She took a deep breath, "Mx. Ricci, I must let you know, since you will be here during the event, that I am planning a school trip into Jericho tomorrow. I understand that I am not supposed to be planning outcast-normie events or spending time on these sort of things, but I really think the students would benefit from a trip to Pilgrim world, to learn more of Jericho's history." She paused after spilling this information, in doing so, she sounded like a student telling on themselves for doing something they weren’t supposed to. She continued, "Before you say anything, I funded this trip myself, so no worries about wasting the schools money." No worries? No, worries. Is this why she looked worried earlier? You were extremely confused. "Principal Weems, I appreciate you being honest with me. I am slightly confused though. Why do you sound like you're doing something you aren't supposed to be doing" you let out a giggle, "and why did you fund it yourself? The board allows Nevermore funding for trips like this." She looked to you, more confused than you were. Just then, you recalled hearing something that your co-worker Mr. Martell had said in a meeting awhile ago. You recalled it perfectly. 'That pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter. Women think they can do whatever they want, spend all our money, 'fix' normie-outcast relations.' It came back to you like it had just been said. "Principal Weems, I believe you are a pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter, according to my co-worker." She looked at you baffled, as she recalled that was exactly what he had called her. You continued, "The board, embarrassingly so, is all over the place. We don't see eye to eye sometimes. If you want to push outcast-normie relations and be involved with the rest of Jericho, please by all means. And as for the funding, you will have all the money you wish, I will see to it." You admired her drive, her motivation, and the way she cared for the students. She let out a breath and put her hand over her chest in relief. She smiled with her teeth and tilted her head, with a "thank you Mx. Ricci." You laughed at her, she looked adorable all anxious, "breathe, Larissa" you joked. "My last board visit was rather, unpleasant, and I was prepared for the same thing again." You looked up at her giggling, knowing who was here last time and what he had said, but not knowing what had really happened. "I do believe Mr. Martell was here last time, and hopefully without sounding pretentious, you're lucky I'm here."

She showed you your temporary quarters and you immediately turned on the tv. Putting on a documentary, you spoke just as she was turning in the doorway about to leave. "Principal Weems, I will be staying here tomorrow to explore the school since no students will be present. I hope you have a joyous day in Jericho, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call." She nodded and a blush was evident on her cheeks, you knew she was relieved that you were not unpleasant, like a certain man. "Mx. Ricci, may I ask you a question?" You nodded your head yes, wondering why she had to ask. "I know nothing about you, but you seem to know things about me. How did you know who I was when you saw me, and how did you know about my last board visit exactly?" You grinned, you knew more about her than that. "I remember things I hear and see when they're something that I care about. I saw your photo online before I arrived. If I'm not being too forward Principal Weems, in person you are quite beautiful. The photo doesn't do you justice, to quote yourself" you said with a wink. You sat down and got lost in the documentary.

Pt 3: Trivia

#larissa weems fanfic #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa x oc #wednesday netflix #so gay omg #nonbinary reader #gwendolineuniverse

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bungo stray dogs bilingual/multilingual character headcanons, barring the obvious ones (guild members = english and japanese, rimlaine = french and japanese, fyodor = russian and japanese, nikolai = ukranian and japanese) and the extra obvious one (everyone speaks japanese)

(this is gonna be really long, almost 1400 words, so under the cut it goes)

akutagawa with french and chinese, because he used an oddly high amount of french in his stories and a lot of them had influence from chinese mythology. also i think it’d be sweet to see him learning french from gin who learned it from verlaine.

speaking of, gin and kyōka learning french from verlaine. i just think those three sitting in the basement together, teaching and learning, would be cute. and i wanna see atsushi and kunikida confused as to why kyōka can speak fluent french.

atsushi with chinese for similar reason as akutagawa. we’ve seen him reading in a library, so it wouldn't be far-fetched to say they had access to other languages. i also think that kyōka is teaching him french and lucy is teaching them english.

chūya taught himself some english in the sheep, which was reinforced by doc (who we are going to hear about later), and taught himself french after rimbaud’s death because he felt drawn to the language. a year later, he met his french brother and resented the language a little bit for a while but come meursault and he can actually talk to any of the locals they come across because he picked it back up after dazai defected.

ranpo speaks way too many to count. he got bored as a kid and they just stuck. english is most notable and most commonly used (mainly poe but also the occasional foreigner witness or run-in with fitzgerald), but i imagine him speaking some german, chinese, latin, french, and a bit of filipino. anyone can add on to this list with little to no reason and i would accept it.

the tanizakis are learning english in school because y’know. school curriculum. i think poe is helping them study and that would be cute.

dazai learned german in the pm just to speak very aggressively at mori. i think it’d be funny to see him and ranpo, slacking off and holding a conversation in german. nobody can understand them and think they’re making plans or discussing a confidential case, but they’re just talking about something trivial like cats or candy or just gossiping. they also know a good bit of english, enough for him to hold conversation decently well with poe (which is an achievement in and of itself; poe speaks eloquent english and dazai speaks old man japanese) (see the first few chapters of the manga to see what i'm talking about because they said some of the most grandpa-type shit to atsushi there). i think it’d be nice to give him some down time.

jōno knows braille and japanese sign language. neither are spoken languages, but sign language is a language of its own with its own grammar and vocabulary. and braille because... he’s blind.

adding onto that, techō knows braille for jōno and sign language because (headcanon) he’s hard of hearing. and because he goes nonverbal (autism) and still has to communicate somehow.

you know what, all five hunting dogs (yes even fuckcoochie) know sign and braille. because they are a family (yes even fuckcoochie, but only before the doa arc) and they accommodate each other. and they need something to do on the day off but that’s a discussion for another time.

sigma is a funny one since we don’t know their author, but their name is literally just a greek letter so they know greek and their dad is russian so uh nikolai’s teaching them russian so they can communicate with fyodor easier. have at thee.

ango knew a little english, enough to hold a half-decent conversation. dazai tutored he and oda (pre-t homo teaches their homo dads english) when they had nothing better to do.

hhh time for white people.

fyodor and nikolai know the other’s native language because russian and ukranian are similar enough and fyodor’s japanese sucks ass (and nikolai hits on fyodor in russian/ukrainian so nobody knows what the fuck they're saying). fyodor also knows latin and hebrew because he’s canonically orthodox and he’s just devoted like that. and latin is pretty.

bram, other than irish gaelic and japanese because yes irl bram stoker was irish mhm potatoes red hair (catch me drawing bram with reddish hair and freckles), i think he’d know english because british people (｀_´)ゞ (/pos) and a bit of french and german.

the younger guild members (minus lucy because parentless behavior /hj) know some spanish because of the american school system and i’m not going to bother looking up whether second language was required in the eighties and nineties. (future silver here, i asked my mom that went to high school in the nineties and it was but spanish was the only option so i had to rewrite poe’s section smh fuck the american school system’s history)

poe also taught himself french because they thought the language was pretty and got hooked and a pastime turned into passion and now they’re fluent ten years later. he’s silly like that. and they understand raccoons because karl is their son. yes raccoon is a language and poe, ranpo, lovecraft (see next paragraph), and kenji are fluent.

lovecraft knows irish gaelic because i’m pushing my (kuni)bramcraft agenda (multishipper behavior smh) and i think they’d know french because poe taught them and raccoon because karl was there too and i strive to put images of fluffy platonic domestic situations into people’s minds.

nathaniel hawthorn (that minister guy that akutagawa fucked up and shot sigma) knows latin and hebrew too for the same reasons as fyodor except he’s catholic.

you might think i’m gonna bring up fitzgerald and languages he knows but his entire character is what the fuck is a kilometer and capitalism (/j) so no he only knows 🦅🇺🇸american🇺🇸🦅 english and semi-fluent japanese with weird pronunciation because WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER RAAAAHHHHHHH (yes i am american and yes i am ashamed)

i think verlaine picked up a lot of different languages in his nine years of being the assassin king. english, german, italian, turkish, filipino, czech. you name it, he can probably hold a decent conversation in it. any time the pm gets a document they can’t translate for one reason or another, down to the basement it goes. he may or may not be teaching q his tricks…

and now dead people.

rimbaud also picked up a few languages, but forgot a lot in his amnesia. before the suribachi incident (in which they and verlaine were nineteen, aka not really adults, which not enough people know or talk about), he had english down fluently as well as a little german. rimbaud my beloved.

so the flags… a funny group that i’ve attached myself to despite them having about fifty pages of life. tragic. doc canonically went to med school here in the states, so he knew english fluently. i don’t think iceman knew anything other than japanese simply because i don’t think he saw any reason to. i’m on the fence with piano man and albatross because my brain says they didn’t know anything else but my heart says they knew something else as well. piano man is leaning toward latin because he’s pretentious and annoying like that and if he did then albatross knew it too just to fuck with him. i also think albatross, if he knew anything else, knew the languages of the surrounding countries because he was the head wheelman and often went on “excursions” with chūya. so korean, russian, thai, and filipino. maybe a little indonesian, as a treat.

lippmann gets their own section because favoritism. they were head of relations so they definitely spoke with foreign allies and enemies. they were also an actor, so i like to think they dubbed their lines themself. i’m thinking english, spanish, korean, and french because, again, they’re pretentious like that. and job requirements but whatever.

as for oda, i think he knew a little english but he was nowhere near fluent. he was a simple man.

shibusawa-sensei irl translated french works to japanese so add them to the list of french speakers. in real life he sucked in german class so no seltsam wütend language for them. and i think they’d speak latin because, and say it with me, they’re pretentious like that.

#i can't and won't tag every character so i'll just tag organizations and mentioned ships #btw a kilometer is about 3281 feet or .6 miles you’re welcome my fellow americans #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd ada #bsd armed detective agency #armed detective agency #bsd port mafia #port mafia #bsd hunting dogs #bsd decay of angels #bsd doa #decay of angels #decay of the angel #yeah manga-canon term nobody calls it that i know i know #bsd guild #bsd flags #bsd rimlaine #bramcraft #bsd fyolai #bsd odango #odango #suegiku

[0owhatsamsays]

Good Omens Gods

I warn you, this will sound a little bit crazy, not so solid and it will be long, but hear me out! PLEASE! I need someone to hear this because if I am right, everything changes and I need to discuss it. The ball scene. Every time I watched it, something seemed off. But also, it looked familiar. I rewatched it several times until it hit me. If you have watched Supernatural and if you are a fan, then you must remember the episode with all the gods in the hotel. Dean and Sam were stuck in the hotel with them. There were Kali, Ganesh, etc. The ball could possibly be something similar! Listen, listen! They are stuck in the bookshop by Aziraphale's magic, just like Dean and Sam were stuck in the hotel. And all shopkeepers are actually different gods. Also, you all saw how suspicious was Ms. Cheng, right? When this hit me, I started digging. So! Firstly, I checked some famous gods and then the list of shops that Aziraphale is holding.

I think Mr. Mutt from the magic shop is Ganesh. The god with the elephant head. I went through the goddess Isis too, but what made me choose Ganesh is that he is often represented with lots of jewelry, and most importantly, his spouse. If he was Isis, his spouse had to be Osiris and his spouse doesn't give away any clues about being Osiris, but they have a serpent tattoo on their chest. And Ganesh is represented with the serpent Vasuki around him, so his spouse probably is Vasuki. His magic shop in Azi's list is "Goldstone's". I searched "Goldstone god" and the first thing that came up was many Ganesh figurines made of goldstone. And the lucky snake from the list is probably Vasuki.

We continue with Mr. Arnold. We don't know much about him besides he is a musician and a fan of Dr. Who. I just wrote "god of music" and the first that came up was Apollo. Now, Apollo was a musician and something like a doctor. He helped with herbs. See, there is a "herbalist" in the list. Also, Dr. Who - Doctor - got it? :D Moving on... Mrs. Sandwich. The only thing we know about her is that she is ... a seamstress. And the seamstresses worshipped Aphrodite, so maybe she's Aphrodite. EDIT: The other possibility is to be Freya from Norse mythology and we know Neil Gaiman has a book about it. She is almost the same. Also, it would explain the feathers on her head. Freya had a cloak made of falcon feathers. Next - Mr. Brown. He is most suitable to be Mercury: The name "Mercury" is possibly related to the Latin words merx ("merchandise"; cf. merchant, commerce, etc.), mercari (to trade), and merces (wages). Mercury was the god of financial gain, commerce, eloquence, messages, and communication. The most suspicious of all was Ms. Cheng. And we know nothing about her. Only that she is Chinese and has a husband. There is one goddess that makes some sense to be her. It's Chang'e. The names are close, and Chang'e doesn't care much about her husband. Long story short, he acquired two elixirs for immortality - one for him and one for her - but she drank both of them, leaving him with nothing. Why is this relevant? We see Ms. Cheng being rude to her husband in the X-ray deleted scenes. She even hit him with a fan.

Now, Maggie and Nina. I think Nina might be Kali. And I say it only because of her looks and because it is said that Kali was the goddess of death, time, and doomsday. And where does Nina work? Right! Give me coffee or give me death. What days are coming? Doomsday? I am gonna talk about time really soon in another post, so I won't go there now. As for Maggie, she was the toughest to guess, but probably Athena, because Nina described her as the bravest person and Athena is the goddess of bravery and the goddess of war. Maggie is the one who invited the demons in and fought with them. Another thing about her is that she said she had brothers. Athena has more than 20 siblings. Also, one symbol of Athena is the olive tree.

I think there is no need to explain what I am showing you here, right? Oh, and one more thing about Nina, which I am not sure about because I can't see it well - at the bottom of Azi's list, about Nina's coffee shop he wrote just "No coffee". At least this is how I read it. Only death then? Kali - death?

Only Justine from Marguerite's and the Italian on the list - I have no idea. Maybe I will find something with time, or if you have read the whole thing and think you can help me figure it out - great! I will be waiting. But if all this turns out to be true, it will explain why everything seems a little bit staged, off, strange, or whatever you want to call it.

#good omens #hyperfixation #tv shows #good omens 2 #neil gaiman #good omens theory #good omens analysis #go2 #gods #mythology #deities #need to discuss #supernatural

[jynjackets]

Unpopular (but shouldn’t be!) opinion. But I guess also not a big deal.

I hate the ‘Kassa’ name background it makes no sense. It’s such an obvious misunderstanding of assimilation and why names are changed through immigration and likely thinking the name Cassian is too formalized for indigenous-coded people in the jungle.

I do resume workshops for international (mainly Asia and Latin American) students in the US and people opt to make their names into a shorter and/or more culturally familiar nickname for their audience. Most times they just want you to use their original name even if it’s ‘difficult’ to pronounce. But the show makes it like if my Chinese name were Li but was like actually call me Ashleigh since the original is so unfamiliar.

Also people romanticizing his original name like it was forced against his will; like saying it during sex and whatnot. That’s a grown man 💀 I have a long uncommon Asian name but go by Lila and would be super fucking weirded out if you ever called me my Asian name. My parents may say it, but if my friends (from either country) or partner did I’d just be like hey stop disrespecting what I asked you to call me. It’s not special. I choose my nickname and how I want to go by. It might be a little weird that I had to ““change”” my name at all but I got used to it and it’s now what is familiar to me.

The show clearly thought they were doing something with an ‘exotic’ migration allegory. So no you can’t explain it away with ‘oh it’s like Sam short for Samuel and I can interchange them’ or ‘oh he changed his name and background because he had to hide’. First of all I’m sure the jungle had a very carefully designed citizen database to keep track of a name literally using Basic letters. And secondly nobody does this and if they are hiding from the government where that literally only happens in spy movies, you pick something super common and completely unlike your original name like

#the show wanted to look like a migration story and thought changing names was part of that transition #I really just can’t with the intense disrespect #let’s give your favorite character the most insulting origin story for latinos #this has to be said #why would I shut up about my favorite character #why would I ignore the xenophobia #andor #andor talks #cassian andor

[secretsivekept]

I needed an illustration piece for portfolio stuff, so the last few days I’ve been working nonstop on a mock up book cover for an old story I made up when I was twelve LOL

It would be called “A Dragon’s Tail” but i have no graphic design skills whatsoever so there’s no typography on this book cover mockup

If you want a basic (and chaotically organized) rundown of the plot, keep reading under the cut LOL

In the OG story, there's 3 main characters: Adrien (QuetzalCoatl, or feathered serpent), Penny (a normal human) and Silver Stride (a unicorn).

Adrien the dragon was originally the main character that we follow (and if I were to ever rewrite this, she would continue to be the main character. I only put Penny in the center of the cover because it worked better for the composition i was going for, and I didn't have time to explore more variations.)

Anyway, Adrien's mother goes missing, and she teams up with a Penny, and Silver Stride, who have also lost their families to an evil wizard named Rogabas, who for mysterious reasons is kidnapping dragons, unicorns, and other wizards for an evil purpose.

No i can't remember what that purpose was, and i don't think my 12 year old self would know either tbh

The three characters would go on this epic journey to find the lair of Rogabas and meet a whole assortment of fantastical creatures along the way, like a giant talking goat named Merryweather who guards a bridge (a bridge passed down from generation to generation after winning it from a troll and demands golden carrots as a toll to cross it), good werewolves and bad werewolves, gargoyles who guard libraries, and I can’t remember why but in my old drawings there’s also this manticore (or maybe just a lion) with sunglasses for some reason. Maybe he’s just there to chill, idk.

Also there would be two side kick characters, who are two of Penny’s dad’s familiars ((((oh yeah penny’s dad is a wizard, too, unbeknownst to her)))) and guardians of “Magic Rock TM” that the evil wizard Rogabas is after. The side kick characters are two overzealous, punch-first-ask-questions-later rabbits named Flopsy and Mopsy, who are enchanted to know karate. (There is a whole leigion of karate rabbits who guard “Magic Stone TM”.)

(((If you’re wondering why a wizard would enchant rabbits to know karate, well of course every wizard usually has a collection of animal familiars enchanted to know a specific type of martial arts to guard their magical artifacts. This is standard practice, don’t you know? 12 year old me definitely wasn’t going off the title of “kung fu panda” and start making a whole bunch of animals like “Kung Fu Kitty” or Jujutsu Doggy” or “Judo-Penguins” or Tae Kwon Do Tigers)))

Also, I don’t know what “Magic Stone TM” is, I just remember it was a big important thing Rogabas was after.

ALSO also, 12 year old me decided that Adrien was adopted by a European dragon and had 2 siblings, Martin (a european dragon) and Cho (a chinese dragon) who were also both adopted, but If I were to rewrite it think it would be simpler to keep it to just Adrien and her adopted mom, just to keep the keep the already big cast to a more manageable number LOL

(Btw, “Rogabas” is the latin word for “You were asking” and when my sister and I were learning latin, we thought that word sounded like the name for an evil wizard and laughed ourselves silly saying “you were asking, evil lord Rogabas??” Over and over)

Basically the story would be this wild comedy adventure with a lot of magical tropes and shenannigans thrown in.

#my art #my stuff #original characters #original art #book cover mock up #book cover #a dragon’s tail #Adrien my beloved #She is a dumbass but a good hearted dumbass #Like think Himbo but a dragon with no arms or legs #and a girl #Silver stride is smart but an anxious mess #Penny is a know it all whose world is shattered when she finds out magic is real and has an existential crisis about it #Flopsy and Mopsy only know how to throw paws but goddamn it they will protect these three kids if its the last thing they do #I only drew Flopsy on the cover tho i need to draw her sister

[allwithagrainofsalt]

So I'm watching Princess Weekes' video about confederate vampires (watch it fr) and I wanna expand upon smth they mention about the explicitly White American Confederate storytelling in,

Drumroll please...

Firefly.

Now first: I LOVE Firefly. It's an incredible show and in fact I think it's a beautiful and inspirational piece of political art in many ways, and I'm gonna talk about that part a little bit at the end. But mainly, why did I hear the comparison and immediately start to have 50 puzzle pieces click? Well. This essay got long, and to be honest idk how much I might be repeating others cuz PW mentioned it due to others talking about it too, but I just kinda took a journey of my own off-the-dome observations based on things I've already read about/know. I hope it's an interesting journey for you too.

TW below the Readmore: discussion of colonial / military violence; discussion of Sexual Assault

We are looking at a world of cowboys in the stars, in which there was a recent Civil War. In fact, we're set in a "real life future," where the majority remaining galactic race stems from the great American Empire. We do get influences of Chinese culture with language and clothing, but remember that Spaghetti Westerns of the 1960s - which themselves romanticized the values of independent, libertarian southerners (who massacred Indians and no-good loiterers - we'll talk about that later) - heavily utilized "Oriental" aesthetics and caricatures while dehumanizing the Asian people they were ostensibly in relationship with. After all, Asian Americans were a growing population in the landscape of the Western frontier, often working alongside your storybook railroad workers, gold seekers and, even further east than Pacific coastal industries, working & living alongside cowboys. However, the language of Western-genre films (because of the way it mirrors the language of Confederates) does not respect Asian culture as it is, but rather as a collection of "wisdoms" and aesthetics to pick apart and use the "good parts" of - for use by white people in their white expansion. This idea fits a bit uncomfortably well with Firefly's multiple white characters who are "orientalized" by the camera. Kaylee, Inara, and the Tam siblings fulfill various stereotypes and tropes of Chinese- and other Asian-American diaspora people groups. The show, in this way, offers the "diverse" presence of a Chinese influence... using actors of Italian, Irish, German, and possibly Latine background to fill the roles. This makes the Firefly universe look less of a pacifist future between Western and Asian cultures, and more like a colonized universe where the (white) Western colonialists maintain some practices of those forward-thinking Asians who came before them.

But! You may say! Firefly isn't quite so white as that. What about the POC in the show!? Beyond its treatment of the de/re-Orientalization of a decidedly American/Western future, what about Firefly's real interracial representation, like Zoe Washburne and Shepherd Book? I would argue the inclusion of these unapologetic and kind black activist ideas is part of what begins to bring this show towards something more agreeable, but I also think they are at risk of becoming a bit of an obfuscation of a deeper anti-black racist remnant that remains entrenched in the show's Confederate story influences...

We need to talk about Reavers.

Joss Whedon admitted that Reavers were influenced by the role Native Americans played in traditional Westerns. "Every story needs a monster," he said in an interview. "In the stories of the old west it was the Apaches." It's pretty clear how the Reavers, who rape, murder, skin and cannibalize those of the "civilized world" are constructed from the specific racism against Black and Indigenous groups in America. Depictions of cannibals and savages in media have always been constructed to dehumanize those on the outskirts - whether it's the Apache threat Whedon mentions from the Wild West, or indigenous tribes of Africa or South America in any media, or the "terrifying" blackfaced "black" characters in Birth of a Nation, the horror trope of "uncivilized bands of roving lunatics who self-mutilate and can't communicate with their words" is pretty inseparable from its own racist origins. For centuries Europeans have been making "demons" out of pagans and indigenous people for their battle tactics or necropolitics, while simultaneously working hard to entrench our own atrocities in "necessities of the time." For one example, think of the fear associated with "headhunter" displays versus the still-controversial but more civilized-presenting "harsh peacekeeping" of public hangings. What is the difference between these practices besides a different eagernesses to contextualize the practice? I don't argue in favor of punitive violence for cultural purposes here, but it's important not to lose the contextualization of these tropes' origins in the social messaging of popular media. And in fact, the Reavers show an interesting way that the criminalization of Black and Indigenous Americans ties closely to the way we talk about the incarcerated and the mentally ill. I'm frankly not much more satisfied by the Reavers being an embodiment of "space madness" than I would be if they were straight up just Native Americans, or runaways from enslavement. American culture is great at coming up with "madnesses" which are really just the pushback to dehumanizing and unjust regimes. I'm not saying that the logic of the show would allow Reavers to receive constructive community-based mental health support involving free medicine and good therapy. But in a show that claims to be in favor of the marginalized and their voice for power, it's weird that this doesn't come up, right? Do the monsters in our media need to be irredeemable to work as narrative tropes? I would argue, once again, the inclusion of this Western and frankly genocidal trope (and if you think the Reavers are NOT a genocidal story trope, let me know what paths the narrative offers as a solution besides killing them immediately and indiscriminately when given the chance.) works to build a world-feel that's less "for the people" and more "for the justified, downtrodden warriors who know right from wrong," which is a very confederate line of thought.

Although Firefly highlights some literal black voices in their main cast, the plotline of the show is much the same as a confederate apologist story. Some people are more worthy of life than others in this tale - others who are too animistic and uncivilized; or who are simply left behind by the inevitable march of the white, righteous underdog ideologies. And these bold, brave rebels from the Civil War which recently happened are still around, just waiting to reassert their power and their independent desires from the empire. The Confederacy of the US was a white, ethno-nationalist and fascist state, admittedly so by their own politicians. It provided ideological groundwork for Nazi Germany and preceded much of the pseudoscience of phrenology. The Confederate position was based on white supremacy nearly entirely, and argued for the most racist version of a "globalist" idea possible. As evidence, here's some of the Cornerstone Address presented by Alexander Stephens, the "vice president" of the Confederacy: "Many governments have been founded upon the principle of subordination and serfdom of certain classes of the same race; such were and are in violation of the laws of nature. Our system commits no such violation of nature's laws. With us, all of the white race, however high or low, rich or poor, are equal in the eye of the law. Not so with the negro. Subordination is his place. He, by nature, or by the curse against Canaan, is fitted for that condition which he occupies in our system." But confederate stories and ideas have maintained a long-standing and unyielding influence, as after they lost the Civil War, the ideology of the Confederacy underwent a serious PR rebranding. Rather than "anti-American" racists, they became the noble fighters of a lost cause. They became the "defenders of heritage," and they became the mythologized ancestor of any white people who wanted to claim them. The Civil War "rebels" were painted as noble Southern men and women who, in a political landscape of the South becoming red states and the bible belt, were mythologized as Southern Belles and nobly humble plantation owners who loved Good Black people... just not the "mentally ill" ones who did things like run away or fight bondage.

(By the way, Alexander Stephens had some things to say about mental illness too (same link again)- I'm tying this back to my point about "mentally ill Reavers" being less of a far-cry than you might think from Confederate thinking: "Our new government [the Confederacy] is founded upon [this] idea; its corner-stone rests upon the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery, subordination to the superior race, is his natural and normal condition. ... Many who hear me, perhaps, can recollect well that this truth was not generally admitted, even within their day. ... Those at the North, who still cling to these errors [of racial equality], with a zeal above knowledge, we justly denominate [call them] fanatics. All fanaticism springs from an aberration of the mind from a defect in reasoning. It is a species of insanity. One of the most striking characteristics of insanity, in many instances, is forming correct conclusions from fancied or erroneous premises; so with the antislavery fanatics. Their conclusions are right if their premises were. They assume that the negro is equal, and hence conclude that he is entitled to equal privileges and rights with the white man. ... [I] told [a gentleman from one of the northern states in the House of Representatives] that it was he, and those acting with him, who were warring against a principle. They were attempting to make things equal which the Creator had made unequal." It's worth wondering what makes us, as viewers, accept that Reavers are inherently incurable of the mental illness which makes them monsters. Of course this trope could be used in a critical way - but we can see the real-language example here which should make us question what kind of reading to take from media which only addresses the single solution of wiping a True Evil demographic from existence.)

So I hope you see the influences now, how Firefly follows Confederate and White Supremacist storylines. It's of course worth talking about though, the ways it can be read as a radical story as well. The cast includes an empowered revolutionary black woman, a black spiritual elder who advocates for pacifism in resistence, a sex worker who consistently values and stands up for herself and her line of work explicitly, a working woman who struggles with misogyny, and a rich man disgracing himself from society to save his mentally ill younger sister who was facing violent abuse at the hands of the state. These are people who orient themselves for one reason or another in at least some form of opposition to the oppressive and violent power of the government, which once again, is an analogous state to the United States. Of course, the difficulty of the anti-governmental Confederate narrative is that anti-governmental sentiment can have incredibly valid origins. If you are facing discrimination you should indeed oppose the oppressive force that monitors and abuses all its citizens in one way or another. But for God's sake, that opposition should come from a perspective of eliminating discrimination for all. Not a perspective like Jayne Cobb's - the explicitly violent and self-serving voice which, through the show and movie, metaphorically pulls our disaffected protagonist, Malcolm Reynolds, toward the direction of his more cynical, militaristic and even fascist internalized values. Firefly wants to simultaneously make a diverse revolutionary text, but also misses the opportunities it presents itself to say something more meaningful through its own medium. We could've addressed the harm of Jayne's willingness to grant "humanity" ONLY to the people he deems as something like family - or who he feels have properly convinced him that they're worth saving. He is the perfect embodiment of the right-wing, misogynist, white-supremacist ideology at the center of Confederate thinking. He's a Nazi who has been pulled into collaborating with real marginalized people through his relationship with Mal. And there's some level of that which could be an interesting story about deradicalization. In fact in some ways I believe the show could be open to some kind of that interpretation, given the almost-betrayal that Jayne goes back against due to his dedication to Mal. But unfortunatly I'd also say that in the execution of the show I got a different perception, which is back to the whole Confederate thesis...

Instead of a fascist who we could watch be deradicalized by his fellow crew, Jayne ends up doing marginal good only ever out of respect for Mal. I would argue in this way, their relationship mirrors the romanticized mythology of the Civil War being a "war between brothers" due to split households in border states. This narrative clearly holds more respect for the Confederacy than continuing to rightfully call the ideology the abhorrent thing that it is, and it is clear that the same ideology rears its head deep into our legal systems through the treatment of oppressed groups to this day. In ways, the influence of pro-Confederate radicals AFTER the war worked to legitimize bigotry of all kinds in a truly unprecedented way in America. If we have to respect the opinions of the Confederates because they were our "brothers" and not our ideological enemies, then who will we feel more and more comfortable throwing by the wayside - them or the people we work together to shamefully dehumanize? Through this contextual lens, with a vision of Mal as a "decent cowboy" compared to Jayne's more blatantly intolerant cowboy persona, it seems glaring that Jayne's bigoted views are just more intense outward versions of similar prejudices to those Mal feels, but by comparing the two characters to one another Mal would of course begin to look more forgivable despite his relative centrism and lack of care for the marginalized beyond his immediate group. Neither Mal nor anyone, for the narrative's sake, ever really, constructively pulls Jayne aside to actually lay down meaningful expectations of respect. And our rebel storylines of outgroup justice in the future should not accept this lack of accountability! By doing so, we leave no room for the revolutionary need for the Paradox of Tolerance...

The one thing we must not tolerate is intolerance.

Oh and P.S., one last thing: Upon an internet search about the paradox of tolerance I learned that Bill Maher has a famous quote about it, and idk the specifics but seeing that dang centrist asshole liberal made me want to clarify that the argument itself could tie very well into stuff like Islamophobic talking points, since the US defends a lot of its military landgrabs as "defending liberal ideals" due to conflating all Muslims with extremist groups. So I just felt the need to add that being "intolerant of intolerance" is NOT equivalent to dehumanizing groups based on stereotypes of them being "more prone to violence" or other dogwhistles like that. I would imagine that comes through, but it's also just worth making explicit. Even me, in this essay, seeing a character who falls into many of the plot points of a Confederate heroism storyline and is a white man - I'm not intolerant OF those things. In the episodes where Mal successfully subverts those ideologies he's mirroring on screen, by interacting with the world differently because he has learned to humanize an increasingly large group of people, I cheer for him! However, I remain intolerant of the intolerance Mal continues to show by virtue of his failure to hold others and himself accountable to the paradox of tolerance, and lets abuse goes unchecked for longer than he, as a man with power and a growing communal mindset, COULD put to rest.

#media analysis #firefly #white supremacy #orientalism #historical #history lesson #critical theory #philosophy #revolutionary #racism #leftism

[inlocusmads]

Read With Your Teeth (Not Literally)

Also known as, "How To Brainwash Your Partner Into Reading Your Favourite Books (Especially If They're Not A Big Reader And Don't Enjoy People Breaking Into Their Houses)" brought to you by Trystan S. Thorne.

Featuring: Trystan Thorne, Nora Rose from Crimes of Passion. (And a lot of "will they, won't they")

Word Count: 1.1k | No Warnings/General

There was an old ancient prehistoric Drakovian proverb that went like this: “In order to read literature, you must taste literature.”

Nobody knew the origins of the quote, but after several attempts made by civilians to try and eat paper, it was concluded that the original Drakovian quote (not the English translated version or the Simplified Drakovian version) was lost to history. The language is complicated after all, just like Traditional and Simplified Chinese. Traditional Drakovian took in words from Gaelic, blended in with a bit of French and Latin, served it hot up with the Cyrillic Script, tossed it into a bowl of steaming hot water and Germanic languages. So you can imagine a lowly tourist visiting the high mighty nation in the Baltic Mountains, only to crash into a wall labelled “the language barrier”.

But the original point of the quote was, If you’re too dumb to read, just cook. Which was the tradition back in the olden days when the kingdom was a tiny province under the Tsardom of Russia. If you can't read to survive, cook to survive. And by then, you’d learn how mathematics and words are formed and maybe, you’d somehow be all right.

Which was quite a tamed version of an interpretation, especially given that beheadings was a government-mandated punishment before the court ruled it out in the early 2000s.

Trystan was all about charm and wit. If he could somehow coerce people into doing something without damaging their dignity or personality, he would do it. Nora, unfortunately, was a tough nut to crack. Practically one of those metallic robots with arms and legs made of metal. 

“I’m not reading the books.”

“You are reading the books.”

“I don’t enjoy reading.”

“You will enjoy reading.”

“This hypnosis-dictating voice thing isn’t working. Sorry.”

“Goddamn it!”

Nora enjoyed food, didn’t she? Everyone (sort of) enjoyed food. So Trystan decided that if at all, the brainwashing-into-reading-the-Aubrey-Maturin-series didn’t work, he’d try coercing her into reading the books by recreating some recipes. Of course, there was only a slim chance she’d pick up the book and give it a try, but there was no harm in trying. Trystan took a knife to his lower abdomen for her! The least she can do to return the same sentiment would be to read his favourite books. That is, if he could get Nora to pick up any book at all. Almost as if she renounced them forever. Her shelves in her apartment were just stacked up with papers choking for air. Not even a single book in sight, except for the standard Oxford Dictionary, an Atlas and a Thesaurus. Not even an Arthur Conan Doyle book! Trystan was positively aghast.

“What are you doing in my kitchen?” Nora asked, walking into her apartment to find Trystan wearing an apron and mixing something fervently. It was a regular Tuesday, because it happened every single Tuesday! The Prince was one cheque away from buying the whole thing, because God knows how much time he spent there; enough for Nora to pleasantly chase him with a broomstick. “And how did you get in?”

“I knew you changed the locks.”

“And you got yourself another key? That's exactly the reason why I used a different lock, in the first place!”

“Come on! Chin up! We’re practically best friends! Best friends break into each other's houses, no?"

“That’s not-- you’ve used half my eggs! And the milk! And I just bought those chips!”

“Yes. Where on earth do you get them? They’re wonderful!” Trystan filled a shot glass with some pale brown liquid and handed it to her.

“Drinking? It’s the afternoon!”

“I honestly do not understand the Americans at all. Drinking at Noon is a famed Drakovian tradition. And our liver clinics have never been better than they are now.” he said. Nora sniffed the drink and took a small sip.

“That’s the lemon.” Trystan showed as Nora grimaced at the taste.

“What even is this?”

“Grog.”

“Grog?”

“Unfortunately you do not have any ginger in that grog. What kind of Asian are you? No ginger in the house? I’m sorry, but you have no rights to be operating in a kitchen where there’s no ginger!”

Ting!

“And that would be the Maids of Honour.” Trystan opened the handy oven to be greeted with a puff of steam, as he gently accompanied by a lot of “Ow! Hot! Hot! Hot!”, steadied the muffin tray with the things in them on the kitchen counter.

“They look like the Maids of Sorrow. What happened to them?”

“Unfortunately some soldiers have passed away on the battlefield. Rest in paradise.” Trystan observed the ones with the burnt edges. “But luckily, they are salvageable. You can’t get these luxuries on the high seas, can you?”

“Hold on. Is this some big underlying prank-thing to get me to read that pirate story of yours?”

“Not. A. Pirate. Story! But yes.”

“And you’d go to various lengths just to get me to read them.”

“Well, the signed copy didn’t convince you, so I had to take drastic measures.”

Nora just laughed. And Trystan was just concerned. One, because Nora never laughs and probably only does it to taunt her vicious enemies right before tearing them down from limb to limb (or so the Prince assumed) and two, it was a deep, guttural laugh, something so genuine, that she had to hold onto the counter to stop herself from falling over.

“Okay-- wow. This is -- well-- you break into my kitchen, nearly burn my pans just to get me to read a book series?”

“Come on! You know it isn’t as absurd as it sounds. Maybe it is, but it isn’t!”

“Fine. You’ve convinced me.”

“Really? It worked?” Trystan was practically glowing like a child being granted eternal permission to get any candy of their choice. 

“On two conditions. You’re doing the dishes and you’re never breaking into my house. Seriously. I could’ve hit you with my back-up baseball bat; having mistaken you for an intruder.”

Two days passed since the Aubrey-Maturin incident and one morning, Trystan received a call. 

“Ruby Webster, what a surprise! And you saved my number!”

“What. Have. You. Done?”

“I got up, had some toast and now I’m buttoning up my shirt. Is that the right answer?”

“Nora’s ignored a whole pile of cases! It’s just been piling up and up and up. As a friend and a scientist, I am concerned. She’s been reading some book the whole time! I don’t want to assume, but -- did you notice something? Did you do something?”

“Oh my word, she is? Did she get to the best part yet? Sophie’s battle with the Cacafuego is a direct reference to Lord Thomas Cochrane’s victory with Speedy. Do tell her!”

“The what?”

“I meant--” Trystan straightened up. “I will have a word with her. Nora has definitely been lackadaisical in her responsibilities. She just needs a little push in the right direction.”

“Fine. You better get here soon.”

Trystan hung up the phone, and let out a little squeal of excitement. Project: Brainwash was a success. 

Now, he’d just have to ask her out on a date, which was a lot more complicated. 

A/N: There are luckily, even more recipes. There's a helpful companion book called, Lobscouse & Spotted Dog written by Anne Chotzinoff Grossman and Lisa Grossman Thomas, featuring recipes from the Patrick O'Brian world. The Maid of Honour is one of them.

And if you weren't aware, Trystan Thorne is supposedly a fan of the Aubrey-Maturin series as stated in canon. So obviously it is safe to assume that there's probably a missing scene somewhere where Trystan successfully convinces MC to read them just to get a partner to fangirl around.

For context, this is how the Maid of Honours were supposed to look like:

(Link to the Cooking Blog)

Even more fun-ner fact, the Conan Doyle reference definitely had a purpose! Nora's birthday is on Jan 6th, which is also Sherlock's birthday. So you can imagine the horror when Trystan asks and she goes, "No, I haven't read Sherlock Holmes."

Sidenote, I've kind of sort of lost all my tag lists after my, shall we say, "reboot", so if you really wish to be tagged for pure garbage like this, do drop a comment or send me an ask or in whatever way you see fit. Just let me know!

#trystan thorne x nora rose #crimes of passion choices #trystan thorne #nora rose #w:inlocusmads

[dollystuartwrites]

Not Holding Back - Chapter 12

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1904

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]  MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling,  masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

That night he didn't contact you either.

Nor did you speak to him at work the next day.

Day by day passed without you speaking to him. Sure he'd send you emails of things he needed you to do for him, but they were always short and formal. And whenever you needed to take something out of his office or bring something back, he wasn't there.

With every passing day, the events of that Sunday were starting to feel more and more unreal.

It didn't help that you were absolutely fucking craving for him. His touch, his attention, his kiss, his voice, his eyes... At this point, you'd just be happy to see him wave at you.

Your mind kept replying to the events of Sunday, trying to find a fault in something you had done or said, any reason why he was ghosting you right now. But whenever that happened your brain just got stuck in the heated part, leaving you horny and even more needy for him.

It was driving you insane.

By the time it was Thursday, you had turned into a miserable mess of despair and craving. You felt exhausted and even Elisabeth started to notice that there was something wrong.

'Erm, Y/n,' she said Thursday afternoon. You looked up from your desk to her.

'You were supposed to send this to the client, but you send it to me,' she said, a light crease between her eyes.

'Oh right,' you said feeling stupid.

'And I think you also might wanna change Mr. Espresso to Mr. Ereppos. The man is Latin, not a coffee,' she added.

You sighed and nodded.

'Yo, Y/n, Elisabeth,' Jay B came looking around the corner a few hours later.

The two of you looked up at him.

'I just ran into Seunie, he needs you both in his office,' he said with a nod and a smile.

'Be right there,' Elisabeth answered instantly as she typed something in quickly on her computer and got up.

Jay B nodded and left.

Your heart had started pounding and your legs felt like lead as you got up too.

He wanted the two of you in his office.

Why?

Had you done something wrong?

But Jay B smiled, so it couldn't be that bad.

But maybe he didn't know what it was about.

Chewing nervously on your lip you and Elisabeth made your way to Jackson's office. Elisabeth didn't seem at all bothered by the sudden call. She walked her usual elegant walk and looked quite calm.

As soon as you step into his office it felt like you got hit by a truck again. The perfect contours of his face just seemed overwhelming.

'Ah great, you're here,' he said when he saw the two of you come in. He seemed calm too, not at all bothered by your appearance as you were by his.

'You called,' Elisabeth said jokingly.

'Yeah, Elisabeth, you speak a little Dutch right?' Jackson asked her.

'Dutch yes, not German. Don't get those mixed up,' Elisabeth said with a raised eyebrow.

'Yeah, I meant Dutch. How well do you speak it?' he asked.

'Pretty well, I mean, my mom is Chinese but my dad is Dutch and we used to speak more Dutch at home than Chinese,' Elisabeth said shrugging.

'Do you think you'll be able to talk to a potential client in Dutch?' Jackson asked.

'Yeah, I think I should be alright. And the Dutch a pretty well versed in English so I'll think it'll be fine,' Elisabeth answered.

'Good. I've been contacted by a Mrs. Jansen and she's interested. Can you reach out to her by e-mail and make an appointment with her as soon as possible?' Jackson instructed.

Elisabeth nodded. 'Sure, anything else?'

'Hmm,' he said looking at his watch. 'It's fine. It's almost 6 so feel free to leave it 'till tomorrow. You all worked hard today,' Jackson said friendly.

'Sure, see you tomorrow then,' Elisabeth said and she turned around and walked towards the door. You followed her.

'Y/n, can you spare me a minute?' Jackson said calmly before you reached the door.

You stopped and turned around. You could hear the door close behind you, Elisabeth had left.

Your heart was pounding so hard, you were sure he could hear it. You didn't know where to look or how to look at him.

'Come here,' he said. His voice had changed. It wasn't calm as calm anymore and it seemed to have dropped in pitch.

You walked to his desk, stopping at the other side of it but not looking at him.

You heard footsteps and you knew he had walked around the desk to come and stand next to you.

'Look at me baby,' his husky voice said softly as he used his finger to lift your chin up to face him. There was a sparkle in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were turned upwards.

'I'm sorry I've had so little time for you this week, but you know how busy I've been,' he spoke. You knew he meant it but didn't reply.

'Are you mad at me?' He asked you, a small frown on his face.

You shook your head.

'You have the right to be though. I would be pissed if you'd ghost me like that all week,' he admitted. He let his hand stroke your cheek and you closed your eyes at his touch.

'Hmm so good for me,' he hummed.

'Jackson' his name rolled of your tongue without your consent.

'Yes, baby?' he spoke, his voice in your ear, his warm breath on your skin making you shiver.

You let out a deep sigh and opened your eyes slightly.

His face was close to yours and his eyes were partially hooded. His lips moved towards yours and your opened your mouth for him. But he only brushed his lips over yours softly and momentarily. Hungry for his kiss you tried to move with him, but he pulled back slightly, a playful grin on his face. He dipped in once more, brushing his lips over yours, breathing into your mouth, but not really kissing you.

'Jackson,' this time his name sounded like an actual moan.

'Tell me what you want baby,' he whispered.

'Kiss me,' you said instantly, your hands finding his and intertwining.

'Say please,' he taunted. You weren't in for games right now. You needed him.

'Please,' you breathed, instantly giving in. Jackson finally pressed his lips against yours and it felt like your heart was swelling up like a balloon. One of his hands slid upwards to cup your face, as the other stayed fingers intertwined with yours.

He kissed you slowly, lazily, deeply this time. Although not as hungrily as before, it was still enough to start a pooling in your panties.

You let go of his hand and started fumbling at his pants wanting to undo the belt. Jackson groaned into your mouth and pulled back.

'So eager for me,' he said lowly. You mewled in frustration and he chuckled. 'I know you just can't wait for me to fill you up good,' he spoke the words slowly, 'but you have to earn it,'

You were feeling frustrated and angry. You were horny as fuck and had been clenching around nothing for almost a week. You had behaved and not contacted him or bothered him at all. You had even done all your work and corrected every little mistake you made almost instantly. How had you not earned this?

You let go of his pants and stared at him angrily.

'I know you're pissed off baby, but I got a gift for you,' he said mysteriously. You couldn't help but be interested.

'I bought you something nice, and I want you to wear it to work for me tomorrow. If you do, I promise you, I will reward you,' he spoke. From his pocket, he took a small square box. It was dark velvet red, with a ribbon tied around it. You took it from him and went to open it but he stopped you again.

'Open it when you get home, okay?' he said kissing you on your cheek.

You looked at him questioning but he just smiled cheekily at you.

You had rushed home as fast as you could. Jackson's gift seemed to  burn in your bag and you quickly threw yourself and the bag on your bed.  

Sitting on your knees on the bed, you took out the small box like it was some sort of holy grail.

With shaking hands, you opened it.

Your mouth fell open.

It was not at all what you had expected.

You  recognized the round oblong shape immediately. It was a soft pink color  that stood out sweetly and innocently against the dark red velvet of  the box.

Your mouth suddenly felt very dry, and you swallowed.

Carefully  you took the sex toy out of the box. Although not a full-on dildo, it was still bigger than any bullet toy you had owned before.

For a moment you just sat there staring at the ty in your hand. Then you realized something.

He wanted you to wear this...

To work...

He had to be crazy, insane.

How would you be able to work with your pussy filled up like that? And even worse, knowing that he would know you'd be wearing it for him.

Did he want you to make mistakes while working? Did he want you to ruin his company?

No, you wouldn't do it. Fuck any reward he'd give you, this was insane. You simply couldn't...

xxx

'Goodmorning Y/n,' Jay B said friendly as you walked into the office.

'What? Oh yes, g-good morning,' you said jumpily.

'Already with your head into work I see,' he laughed.

'Yeah,'  you smiled slightly uncomfortable as you went on your way. You could feel the toy shifting inside you, pressing against your walls in a spot that made your knees jittery.

You had just sat down in your office and were readjusting your position hoping to shift the toy inside you to a place where you wouldn't feel it as much when Elisabeth came in.

'Good morning,' she said in her usual cheerful way. You smiled and nodded at her and quickly stopped squirming on your chair, hoping she hadn't seen.

You opened your email and read the first new email. You had barely gotten through it when the door opened again.

It was Jackson. Your heart stopped.

'Goodmorning ladies,' he said smiling politely. You both greeted him. 'Elisabeth, don't forget that Dutch client Mrs. Jansen,' he reminded her.

'On it,' she nodded curtly.

Then suddenly something happened. Inside of you, the thing had started vibrating softly. Filled with shock and terror you straightened your back and looked at Jackson. It took only a second but it was enough. He glanced at you, his eyes mischievous, and his hand moved in an odd way. He was holding something small. Concealing it in the palm of his hand.

'Oh and don't forget we have like three meetings today,' he reminded her casually.

'Jia'er, how long have I been working here?' Elisabeth said with a dead stare and annoyed tone.

'I was just saying,' Jackson shrugged, putting his free hand up in defense. 'Oh, and Y/n,' he began, he turned to you now, his back to Elisabeth. His eyes were shining and his lips curled.

'I want you to attend all of the meetings too,' he said simply. You couldn't answer.

His closed fist spasmed.

The toy inside you started vibrating a little harder.

'See you in ten minutes then,' he said plainly before walking out.

It was clear.

Jackson Wang was insane.

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Howdyy I hope you're having a sparkling June day~~~! Neptune, 6H and 9H 😌

thanks for the ask, iva!! // from these asks

neptune ⇢ are you a rational or intuitive person?

i think it really depends on the situation, which is perhaps the most frustrating answer someone can give, but--there are certain instances where i think i'm rather rational, but i think there are a lot of other things where i tend to be a lot more intuitive, kind of go with my gut instead of go with my head.

6H ⇢ do you consider yourself a workaholic?

.. .. . .. okay, so i personally think i'm not a real workaholic. at least, on the bell curve of workaholics out there, i think i'm probably very lax. i like spending time and making time for the people i care about.

that said though, i have also been guilty of just kind. of. tunnel-visioning on certain projects or school things to the point where i kind of forget how to be a person. so that's definitely something i need to work on!

9H ⇢ what languages ​​would you like to learn?

i would really love to be fluent in korean again, just because that's the language my mom's most comfortable speaking in. i also would like to dust off my mandarin chinese too, just because like. so many people speak it.

i also would love to dust off my latin, because i really do love latin, and also maybe i think it would really top off my whole "quiet but mildly crazed writer" vibe. i also just. even though latin's a dead language, i did have the privilege of studying under a very accomplished latin scholar, and i could listen to them for hours just reading latin aloud. i understand why people think it's the langauge best meant to summon demons and the dead.

i'd also just like to learn spanish, because so many people speak it--i think it is, if not already, the most commonly spoken language in my country, so like. i might as well? and unrelated, i'd also like to learn icelandic, just because when i was younger, i watched a video of a guy learn icelandic and he explained how it felt a bit like breathing, and i've been fascinated by the language ever since.

#answered #IN SHORT: i'd love to learn a lot of different languages #a variety of languages that are personal to me and also useful and also just like 'why would you know that language' #my maternal grandma. actually does know four languages #korean and japanese and mandarin chinese and english #which i'm always in awe of. she's a true renaissance lady for real