#80s fem swedish

[mrshyungwon]

Sneaky...

Featuring: fem reader x Yoshinori of Treasure

Genre: smut

Warnings: language (y'all know it), unprotected sex, cock-sucking, fingering, hair-pulling, hate, eating out, idiot parents

A/n: this is honestly one of my best works

-You had met Yoshi a few days before you had gone on a date. At first, he seemed like a spoiled little kid when he picked you up for the date.

"It takes like five minutes for me to put my makeup on," he said. "Why can't it be the same for you?"

You sighed. You were getting pissed off at Yoshi and you hadn't even gone on the date. You grabbed your bag and said, "Ok, let's go."

"Ok, bush head."

Your hands went to your hair and felt it. It felt fine. Yoshi laughed and said, "It was a joke, come on." He opened the car door for you and shut it once you got in. When he was inside, he asked as he started the engine, "So, where are we going?"

You looked at him. "Well, you obviously picked the stupidest and most clichéd date ever. We're going to the movies. And what's worse is that we're going to the drive-in."

Yoshi sighed and put the car in drive. "You told me you like old fashioned things."

"Not that old! Not 50s! More like 80s."

"They would do this in the 80s too, okay?! So just shut the fuck up, sit your little ass down and let me make my dad happy because your dad is his boss."

You looked at him. The traffic lights shone on his equally red hair. He saw you look at him and said, "Yeah, your dad set this up. He was worried that you weren't going to ever have a boyfriend, so he set you up with me, just because I'm around your age and my dad works with him."

You opened your bag and made it look like you were making sure you had what you needed.

Yoshi watched you out of the corner of his eye as he drove. "What, are you on your period or something?"

"No!" You snapped. "I'm just looking through my bag. Can I do that?"

Yoshi shrugged. "Just wondering because I don't want to have to deal with a whiny brat who needs ibuprofen to stop the goddamn cramps. I struggle enough with it with my mom."

"Really? I didn't think your mom was young enough to still have a period."

"She's still young enough to have another baby, so there's an advantage she has over you. I bet you haven't even been fucked."

You were embarrassed as you said, "I haven't."

Yoshi laughed and said, "I can tell why. Who'd want to?"

You started tearing up as he continued driving. He pulled into the drive-in and said to the ticket man, "Two for 'Marley and Me'" as he gave him a hundred dollar bill.

"Over in lot 6. Have a good night."

Yoshi drove to lot 6 and asked, "You want something to eat before the movie starts?"

You nodded as you sat up straight. "Anything will do."

Yoshi shrugged and said, "Ok, I'll be right back."

You wiped your tear stained cheeks with a tissue you found in your purse. At first, you thought that Yoshi was going to make you pay for your half, but he paid for all of it. Then you looked in the mirror of the car and fixed your makeup. Then you looked at the other cars parked near your space. They all had tinted windows, like the couples who were in them were more passionate than you and Yoshi ever would be. Not that you thought anything was going to happen with Yoshi. Before you left the house, you had picked out the best outfit you could wear. That was when you thought that Yoshi was going to be nice. Then when he started acting like a bitch, you instantly wished you had picked out a different outfit.

Now, here you were, waiting for that spoiled brat, wearing denim shorts and a black camisole.

When Yoshi got back, he said as he opened the door, "I got you a Sprite just in case and some popcorn and Swedish fish. Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head and said, "It's fine."

Yoshi shrugged and said, "You seem troubled, but if you say so..."

"What could you do if I was troubled?"

"Gee, I don't know, help you? I could try and find out what's wrong and try to help you through it, but you say there's nothing wrong, so I don't see why you care. Just watch the movie, for God's sake. I just want to get this night over with."

Throughout the movie, it was fine. You didn't say anything to Yoshi, but you felt him get uncomfortable every time Jenny and John were about to have sex. Especially in the pool scene. Then, during the end, you saw Yoshi wiping his eyes, as if he was crying. Then when he saw you looking, he made it seem like he had something in his eye.

There were a couple times when you and Yoshi touched hands while reaching for the popcorn. You pulled your hand away and said, "God."

When the movie ended, Yoshi started the car and said, "Let's go home. That was lame. I've seen that movie so many times."

"Then why did you want to watch it?" You asked. "There were other movies playing."

"That was the only one I recognized. Now shut up or I'm gonna leave your little ass here."

"Stop saying I have a small ass!" You snapped at him.

"Well, you do. It's gotta be the only attractive part of your body I've seen so far."

"Attractive?"

"Just forget I said anything. Don't tell your dad any bad things happened, because then my dad'll get fired. If he gets fired, I'll know who to go to."

"And what if he does get fired?" You asked.

"Then I'll tell everyone that you have never had sex. That's a pretty big deal around here, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

"Why are you so concerned with me having sex? It's a little weird."

Yoshi shrugged. "I'm interested. Not in you, but it the act. It's very..."

"Mind-blowing?"

"Shut up. No. Just...forget it. Just don't say shit to your dad. Tell him it was alright and I was very polite."

"And how will that benefit me?"

"Just fucking do it, ok?! You want to disappoint your dad?"

You shook your head. Once you pulled up to your house, he grabbed your face and said, "Then fucking tell him what I told you. Don't. Say. Shit."

You nodded. "Ok."

You got out of the car and said to Yoshi before shutting the door, "Thanks. I kinda had fun."

You shut the door and Yoshi drove away.

-----

About a week after your date with Yoshi, your dad came home and said that he had to fire Yoshi's father and now his mom had to work. The reason was because he found him stealing from the company safe.

You knew what was coming after that. Pretty soon, Yoshi came to the door and your mom answered it.

"Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N," he said. "I'm here to see y/n."

You darted upstairs into your room before Yoshi saw you. You heard your mom say where you should be. And that was in your room.

It's wasn't too long before you heard Yoshi coming up the stairs. You took a deep breath and pretended to be going through your closet. Then you felt Yoshi grab your hair and pull you away from the closet. He pulled it back and made you look at him. His eyes were black and you had to admit, he was really hot when he was mad.

"Yo..." you started to say, but he covered your mouth and said, "Did you tell?"

You shook your head. You said through his hand, "No."

He didn't believe you obviously, because he let go of your hair and pushed you against the wall. His hands on your shoulders were pressing you against the wall. Then he threw you onto the bed and went to shut the door. Then he said, "You told me you weren't going to say shit about our date."

"I didn't, Yoshi," you said. "I said everything went fine."

"You little lying bitch," Yoshi spat. "My dad got fired today and I told you that you knew who to expect if he did. You heard me."

You shook your head and he pulled you from the bed and pushed you against the wall again. Then he got closer to your face and said under his breath, "Are you still a virgin?"

Your heart started racing as you nodded. Then Yoshi said, "Did you tell on me?" When you shook your head, he started touching your ass. Your eyes widened and he smiled. He pressed his body against yours. "Consider this punishment, my dear."

"Dear?" You asked. Yoshi smiled.

"Yeah, I just realized how cute you are." Then he said as he unbuttoned your shorts, "Don't make any noise, okay? Mommy and Daddy are downstairs."

You nodded and he pulled your shorts down. Once your panties were off, he shoved his fingers inside of your cunt. As they went in and out, you were whimpering softly. He softly asked you, "Do you have handcuffs?"

You breathed in deeply. You nodded in guilt. You said, "In my dresser."

Yoshi threw you back onto the bed and went to your dresser. He pulled out a pair of black fur handcuffs and cuffed you to your head board. "Why do you have these? I thought you were a virgin."

"I am," you said. "I just...I pretend you're in here sometimes."

Yoshi smiled. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Fuck you. No. I just think that you're very..."

"Hot?"

You blushed. "Yeah, you are. So fucking what?"

Yoshi smiled and said, "Then, you'll think I'm hotter after this. You told on me, so I'm gonna punish you." He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and said, "Suck me off."

You looked down at his dick and said, "I don't know, Yoshi. My parents..."

"Fuck them. They think we did it in the car a couple days ago. They don't care if you have sex. They just want you to be happy."

"But, we're not having sex. You're just punishing me."

"Shut the fuck up and just suck me off." He made sure you were level with his cock even though you were handcuffed to the bed. You took his cock in your mouth and he started pumping his cock in and out. He groaned softly as your tongue made contact with the tip of his dick. "Fuck," he said. "You little bitch."

You moaned once he got deeper into your throat. You started puckering your lips against his dick. You're saliva got all over him and your mouth. He pulled his cock out.

Once he put his pants back on, he found the key to the handcuffs and unlocked them. You put your arms down and said to him, "My dad told me why he fired your dad."

Yoshi looked back at you. He pinned you to the bed and leaned in close to your face. "Tell me. Why did the fucker fire my dad?"

You looked down at Yoshi's still hard dick and licked your lips. You could see it even through his jeans. Then you looked back up at him and said, "He caught him stealing from the company safe. He had to fire him."

Yoshi's eyes went back to brown and he sat up. He looked at you and then out your window. "You have got to be fucking me. My dad was stealing from the safe? Oh my fucking God." Then he looked at you and said, "I'm sorry. I just thought..." Then he saw you smirk and look down at your lap. "Oh, you little bitch. You liked that didn't you? You liked my cock? Do you like being punished?"

You shook your head. "No, Yoshi. You made me suck your cock. You are the one who barged into my room and started fucking my mouth. Now, can you go? I have some where to go tomorrow."

"Do you have a car?" Yoshi asked you.

"No, but I was thinking that I could just take an Uber."

Yoshi shook his head. "No, I'm picking you up. I'm not letting some strange bastard pick you up and possibly rape you. What time do you need to leave?"

You hugged your knees and said, "Eight am."

Yoshi smiled and leaned in close to you. "Don't do anything without me."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh fuck up. You know you touch yourself and you know you think about me when you do. I mean, don't do anything without me."

"What, you mean you're gonna fuck me on my twin bed in my room in my parent's house?"

Yoshi shook his head. "I'm not gonna fuck you anywhere like that. Just don't touch yourself without me. You can think about it, just don't touch."

"And what if I do?"

"Then you'll get punished again."

Yoshi got up and left your room. You heard him go downstairs and say to your dad, "See you later, Mr. Y/L/N. I gotta get home."

-----

The next morning, you wore a short skirt and a loose shirt that showed your shoulder and bra strap. You waited until Yoshi pulled up to your driveway. He came at eight one. You walked up to his car and said, "So, why are you doing this again?"

Yoshi was looking up and down at you. "Well," he said. "Seeing how you're dressed, I'm glad I decided to take you. You look like a woman ready to be bred."

You blushed and got in the car. Yoshi looked at your legs and said, "Why are you dressed like that?"

You sighed as he started driving. "It's for a job interview."

"For a strip club?"

"No!" You snapped. "It's just a job."

"Yeah you're going to be doing more than a regular job today with that outfit."

You looked at him. "What do you mean?"

Yoshi shrugged. "Well, you sucked me off last night, so who knows what you'll do today with someone else."

You sighed again. "Fuck. You."

Yoshi smiled. "Do you want to?"

You didn't answer to that. "Just fucking drive to this address." You put the address in on his GPS and sat back.

"When do you have to be there?"

"Nine."

Yoshi stopped and said, "Great." He turned the opposite way and parked under some trees, dangerously close to the park. You looked at him and said, "What the fuck?"

"Shut up. We have forty five minutes." Yoshi unbuckled his seatbelt and unbuckled yours. He said, "Get in the back." When you didn't, he said, "Get in the fucking back!"

You went to the back and so did Yoshi. He pushed you against the seat and pressed his lips against your body. His hands went down to your skirt and he found that you weren't wearing underwear. He looked at you and said, "Less work for me." He took his sweats off and started grinding into you. You moaned and said, "Yoshi, please."

Yoshi didn't seem to care that there were children in the park because he started touching you all over. His fingers went up inside of you. You whimpered and moaned as he started fingering you. He obviously did not give two shits that you had a job interview. He just wanted you. Then he said, "You want me to eat you out?"

You swallowed and started breathing heavily. You nodded in spite of seeing the children on the park grounds. Even though a child or mother or nanny could come over and see you two, you still said, "Yes."

Yoshi went down and started kissing your pussy before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it. His tongue touched your pussy and you whimpered. His warm breath felt so good on you.

You don't know how thirty minutes passed by so quickly, but you looked at the clock while Yoshi was still eating you out. You took his head away from you and said, "I have to go, Yoshi. I don't want to miss my interview."

Yoshi smiled and said, "Ok." He wiped his mouth off and pulled your skirt down to it's appropriate level. Then he got in the driver's seat and started the car again.

-----

About a week later, you got the job and started going to work frequently. Everytime Yoshi called you and asked if you were free anytime, you hung up. Even though you wanted to talk to Yoshi, you didn't want him to know that. You wanted him to think that all you guys were doing was in his will. Not yours. Then, if something bad happens, you'll just blame it on Yoshi.

Then one time, your dad called you at work.

"Dad, this isn't a good time," you said as you stepped outside of the room. "I'm in the middle of a group meeting."

"I was thinking," he said. "If you had such a good time with Yoshi the other day, you could go on another date."

"I thought you fired his dad."

"Yes, but Yoshi is a good young man. I've already spoken with him. He said he'll be glad to see you again."

Was your dad trying to get rid of you? Obviously.

"But you and mom are going on that weekend resort thing..."

"We trust you," your dad said. "You will be fine. Ok, gotta go honey. I'll tell Yoshi when you'll be here."

You hung up. "Fuck!" You went back into the conference room and sat back down.

-----

The next day, you're parents left for the resort. It was for their second honeymoon. Apparently, the first one was pretty shitty.

"We trust you, y/n," your mom said as she loaded her bags into the car. "to not do anything while we're gone. This is your weekend off and you are going to stay at home all day."

"Yeah, because you never let me buy a car," you said.

Your mom ignored that. She got into the car, where your dad was waiting. "Make good choices, y/n!" She shouted as they drove away. You went back into the house and you were about to shut the door when it stopped and you almost broke your arm. Yoshi was there and stepped inside the house.

"So, your idiot parents are gone so that they could get the fucking they did get twenty years ago," he said. "What a great opportunity for us."

You looked at him. "Us? There is no us, Yoshi! We haven't done anything to show that we're together. You still hate me!"

"Oh, like you haven't sucked my dick and I haven't eaten you out ever and we're just so pure right? Fuck that idea. I came here to prove your parents wrong and...my dad kicked me out because I stood up to him about the safe thing."

"Wait, first of all, prove my parents wrong about what and second, you don't have anywhere to go?"

Yoshi nodded. "I mean, I have my uncle, but he's high all the time and is gay, so...I don't think so. Also, to answer your first question..." He grabbed your wrist and led you into your parents room, where no sex had happened ever. He threw you onto the bed and took yours and his own clothes off. Then he got closer to you and said, "How about it, y/n? How about I..." He traced your arm with his finger, "take your virginity away? You know your parents think that they had such a horrible child and they just want you to be liked. Also...I don't hate you."

As you laid under Yoshi, completely naked and vulnerable to him, you admitted that you did want Yoshi to take your virginity away. You wanted him to be your first, no matter how he had treated you. He stared at you, waiting for an answer. You nodded.

Yoshi smiled and started touching your breasts. You moaned and said, "Yoshi...oh God. Help me."

"You're gonna need God's help when I'm done with you," Yoshi said as he continued to touch you. You looked at him up and down and thought that he must be a god. He was so handsome and his body was so perfectly shaped. His waist was thin and his legs were unlike anything you had ever seen. He was perfect to you.

Yoshi's hand went to your cunt and he smiled. "Damn, baby. How are you so wet? All I've been doing is touching you." Then he grabbed your arms and brought you up while he was still sitting on you. You groaned and said, "Yoshi...fuck me."

Yoshi laughed and kissed your neck. "Not yet, baby. I want this bed to know what it was missing for the whole time it's been around. God, your parents are lame. My mom has had more sex with other guys than your parents have, I bet."

"They only did it once and that was it," you said. That was what your mom told you. For some reason, she had decided to tell you about her sex life.

Yoshi looked at you as you faced him. You felt his cock pressing up against you. "Well, here's what we have over them. We'll have more sex than they ever will and they're older than us. How do you like that?"

"You mean, like...?"

Yoshi sighed as he felt your back and kissed your neck. "I don't know. We got off on the wrong foot. Maybe we will, maybe we won't. I just know this: we are going to have sex right now."

He laid you down again and started kissing your neck and chest. You were breathing really hard while his lips made contact with your body.

"It's a shame that your parents will have to sleep on the bed their own daughter was fucked on. If they knew, they'd try to burn the mattress. They won't kill me because, as I told you, they don't care if you get fucked. What really matters to them is their lame bed."

You were basically panting as Yoshi was touching your body. Nothing felt quite like his hands. Not that anyone else had ever touched you like Yoshi was. He was going all over you. His lips against your skin felt like heaven. He was kissing your shoulder when you said, "Yoshi, what's going through your mind right now? Like, what are you thinking?"

Yoshi sighed. "Don't do this. I'm gonna get turned off. I want to do this right now. That's what I'm thinking. Now, please shut the fuck up and let me do this."

You moaned as he continued to touch you. He would not take his eyes off of you. He was so excited to be doing this with you. You felt his cock hardening. You moaned again and said, "Yoshi, please."

Yoshi started touching your pussy with the tips of his fingers. Your skin started tingling as he started breathing on it. He softly kissed your pussy over and over. Then, he sat on you again and said, "Are you ready?"

You looked doubtful, so Yoshi said, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

You looked up at him once he said that. Then you said, "Nothing. It's just...I always wanted to have a pet name for my first time. Sweetheart isn't much of a pet name."

"What is?"

You blushed. You felt his shoulders as you said, "It's like...if I started calling you Daddy, then that'd be your pet name. Or, like, Papi or boy toy."

Yoshi groaned and you felt his cock on your skin. "Am I just a boy toy?"

You shook your head. "No, Yoshi. You're not. I just...I want us to have a good relationship if we ever have one."

Yoshi smiled. He shifted so that he would be able to go inside of you. You whimpered when you felt him on your cunt. You tried to tell him something, but nothing came out.

Then, Yoshi grabbed your hips and pushed in. You moaned and shrieked once his cock made contact with your walls. It felt like nothing else you had put inside of you before. You got louder as Yoshi started rocking around. You felt the bed move as he thrust himself inside of you.

"Oh fuck, Yoshi!" You screamed. "Oh yes, Yoshi. That's it, right there. Oh, God. Oh... daddy. My daddy..."

Yoshi slowed down when you said that. He knew your were basically high with pleasure, but he said, "Don't call me that yet, okay? I'm not your sugar daddy."

You nodded lightly and said, "Yes, Yoshi." He was right, but you did want him to be your sugar daddy.

Yoshi continued to fuck you until he got tired. Then, when he still inside of you, he said, "Can you ride?"

You shook your head and said, "I don't really want to tonight. Can we wait?"

You looked a little scared when you said that, so he told you after he slid out of you, "Don't worry, sweetheart. We don't have to do it tonight."

"Are you done?"

Yoshi shook his head. "I'm just resting. I don't want to overwhelm you just right now. You're new to this and I can't do anything else yet." He ran his hands along your curves. "I don't want to hurt you." Then he leaned in and touched his lips to yours. "I love you, y/n. All the shit I've said to you was just to make you think that I hated you. I don't hate you, baby."

Hearing him call you baby made you press your lips together. Tears started forming at the corners of your eyes. Yoshi saw them and wiped them away. He softly pressed his lips against yours and said, "Don't cry, baby. I won't leave you."

"How do you know that? Every person who has said that they loved me left me. My parents don't love me. None of my family does. No one loves me."

"Hey," Yoshi said as he had you sit up. He put you on his lap and said, "I love you. I just said it. Don't give a fuck about what other people think. I love you and I would like to keep it that way. I don't want anyone else to love you except for me and...our children, if we have any."

You looked at Yoshi and he held your face. "Do you want to do it again?"

You smiled and nodded as Yoshi kissed you again and you both fell backwards on the bed.

[fishthegenderwitch]

A little child in the store was singing the ABCs song today, and it was great. W was "bubbadoo", L-M-N-O was "Ow-ah Maow".

It got me thinking a Wonder I had never before Wondered: do other languages have an Alphabet Song for teaching the childrens?

And they do!!

Latin-based language songs

Spanish

The first Spanish song that was suggested is Sopa de Letras (“Soup of Letters”) by Gaby Rivero. This song teaches all the letters by imagining a soup with a bunch of food mixed in, with each letter of the alphabet represented by the food (A for arroz, B for bombon, C for col and so on). It’s not as straightforward as the English alphabet song, but it has a fun, very ‘80s music video.

Another song, mentioned by a Babbel video producer from Cuba, is La Marcha de las Vocales (“The March of the Vowels”) by Cri-Crí. This song only teaches vowels, so it’s not quite as useful. It does have the added benefit of describing the shape of each letter, however, which is useful for small children learning to write.

Portuguese

Similar to the second Spanish song, the song that our video producer who grew up in Portugal learned only teaches the vowels. The song is AEIOU from Big Show SIC, a Portuguese children’s variety show from 1995 hosted by singer Ana Malhoa. If you thought the first Spanish song was wild, this one is truly over the top. The video has people in animal costumes running around, children in the stands and a legion of scantily clad dancers. It’s a lot to take in, but you’d probably remember your vowels after watching it.

Polish

Another song that isn’t exactly an alphabet song is Abecadło Z Pieca Spadło (“The Alphabet Dropped from the Stove”) by Julian Tuwim. Based on a nursery rhyme, the song features a lot of the letters, along with a story about how they were damaged when they fell from the stove (the H broke in half, the A dislocated its legs, etc.). It doesn’t teach children the alphabet in a straightforward way, but it’s still a fun song to familiarize kids with the letters and what they look like.

Swedish

The first comprehensive alphabet song we found that sounds nothing like the English alphabet song comes from Swedish. It’s just called the Alfabetslåten (“Alphabet Song”), and it’s from an old children’s show called Fem myror är fler än fyra elefanter (“Five Ants are More than Four Elephants”) Two elephants sing the letters to the alphabet, including the four vowels that Swedish have that English doesn’t. Most importantly, it’s pretty catchy.

German

The vast majority of alphabet songs tend to use the tune of the English alphabet song and change them to their needs. This German song is just one example, and it’s called Das ABC-Lied (“The ABC Song”).

The Non-Latin Language songs on here are

Russian

The Cyrillic alphabet is not too different from the Latin alphabet, but it is a major stumbling block for Russian-learners who are just starting out. There are a few possible versions of the song out there, but we chose one from a reliable source: Улица Сезам (you might know it better as Sesame Street). It’s pretty similar to the English alphabet song, but with a different beat and an unfamiliar Muppet.

Chinese

The Chinese languages use over 50,000 characters, which presents a whole new problem. It’s impossible to make a comprehensive song because that would take way too long to sing. The solution is using the 千字文, or the Thousand Character Classic, which is a poem over 2,500 years old that is exactly 1,000 characters long, each used once and collected in rhyming stanzas (so it can, in theory, be sung). While it’s only a fraction of the full written system, the poem provides a useful introduction to written Chinese. The video below shows an excerpt of the poem being painted by calligrapher Cai Xingyi.

Japanese

Japanese only has 46 characters, so there is a song that can capture all of them. Japanese doesn’t have an alphabet, however; they use a mixture of two syllabaries and Chinese kanji (thousands of characters that were taken from Chinese into Japanese). The main 46-syllable hiragana is the best place to start, however, and the song is simple to learn.

Hebrew

Hebrew went from being widely spoken to nearly extinct, and then back to widely spoken again. The language was kept alive for religious reasons, and most people outside Israel likely encounter it during the bar/bat mitzvah process. Having a helpful alphabet song to teach legions of children and pre-teens how to read the language, then, is useful. Fortunately, Jewish singer Debbie Friedman created The Alef-Bet specifically for Hebrew school students.

I must go listen to the Swedish one now.

Please add more if you have them!

[kinryunomaii]

Kat Murata - General Informations

Full name: Kathleen Murata

Nicknames: Kat, KitKat, Kiiro no ryū (Yellow Dragon), The Berserker, Boss, Sunny

Age: 26 by default. Depending on the verse but 3 years older than Jounouchi

Birthday: 30 May ( Gemini )

Birthplace: Domino City

Current residence: Domino City

Nationality: Japanese

Ethnicity: Japanese/Russian/Swedish

Gender: female

Sexuality: Heterosexual. Sort of Demi-romantic

Appearance

Height: 1m90 (6′3”)

Weight: 85 kg (187lb)

Body type: Muscular, shaped by dance & combats

Face: Mostly Swedish features. Round, full lips, button nose with a scar on the edge. Freckles when she tans.

Hair: Wavy bob haircut, golden blonde

Eyes: Blue

Scars: An inverted V one on the nose, razor ones on her left wrist, circular ones on her upper back (from the summoning circle), a line on her abs, several smaller scars on the arms, body and legs, and cigarette burns on the right arms.

Tattoos: 3 dragon tattoos, one around her left wrist, one big yakuza one on her upper back with his tail that ends under her left breast, and one small on her right inner thigh.

Clothing style: flashy clothes, mostly crop top, hoodies, shorts, street-wear.

Scent: her cheap shampoo that smell candy for the hair, lemon for the body.

Powers: When Xeras is in control, regeneration, shadows manipulation, supernatural strength

Personality

Mental/Emotional disorder(s): Borderline personality disorder(false diagnostic: symptoms mostly due to Xeras’ possession), PTSD

Phobias: Musophobia(rodents), Nyctophobia (darkness), loss of limbs or paralysis.

Addictions: Risky gambles (involving her own security), coca cola, coffee, jelly coffee, sex

Likes: - Dance (hip hop, New Age ) She’s good at it. - 80’s songs and punk rock. But only people close to her know it. - Giving food related nicknames - Omelet - Pizza - Banana-chocolate ice-cream - Mostly all food - Coffee - Dragons - Playing Duel Monsters - Even more Dragons - Bowling - Space - Horror / Monster/Kaiju Movies - Sitting on anything

Doesn’t like: - Bullies - Doctors - University - Authority in general - Serial killer movies - Rodents - Being in the Dark - Disrespect

Hobbies: - Roller skating - Dancing - Dueling - Video games - Boxing, Full-contact - Yoga - Vogue fem

Habits: Turn things into competitions, stealing your food, entering where she shouldn’t.

Negative traits: Don’t know when to back down sometimes, can be pushy and loud, heavy eater, hot-tempered, don’t know how to lie for trivial things, she's attracted by power.

Positive traits: Seems to always smile, try until she succeeds, loyal, curious, ambitious.

Equipment: A knife in her boots or under her clothes, another one in her backpack that she always has. Her deck and her duel disk, battle city version.

Trinkets: Her old phone. She always has in her backpack, a USB key that was from her dad.

Collections: Several ones. Knives, guns, duel monster cards.

[hopefulpenguincreator]

2024.04.06 Hour 13.5 🇸🇪 - Coffee Break Swedish

1.04 Notes:

long vowels and swedish - pretend there are two of the vowels written there

if you start part of a sentence with a time or place (e.g. "just nu"), then the verb and subject of sentence need to switch places

Göteborg = Gothenburg = (the one town pronounced differently in english)

den/det = it (and use "det" for the dummy "it")

de (pronounced "dom") = they

ni = you plural

du = thou, dig = you; du-reformen in 1960s

Helsingfors (rs ≈"sh") = Helsinki

1.05 Notes:

Det här är ... min vän, min pojkvän, min särbo

särbo / sambo

flycka + van = flyckvän / pojke + vän = pojkvän

en (common) vs. ett (neuter); en is used 75-80% of the time.

ett barn, mitt barn

mitt -> notice that double t makes the i a short vowel; if it were mit then i vowel would be long (mit = "meet")

double consonant at the end shortens the vowel

jag ser fram i mot det = i look forward to it

jag med = me too

1.06 Notes:

det låter bra / det låter utmärkt

ett syscon / mitt syscon / jag har inte syscon.

fredagsmys: Friday cozy time - tv och snacks, e.g. idål och läsk

att mysa = to cuddle

lordagsgodis: Sweets saturday

when it comes to family, most plurals are irregular: en bror, två bröder / en syster, två systrar / en son två söner / en dotter, två döttrar

very often "ett" plural nouns don't change form: ett barn, jag har två barn / ett syscon, jag har tre syscon

"y" pronunciation tip = "ee" in sheep with rounded lips

en förälder / mina föräldrar = a parent / my parents

mina = for all (mitt or min) plurals

noll (0), ett, två, tre, fyra, fem, sex, sju, åtta, nio ("nia), tio ("tia")

+0.5hr x 3 & watched 2 episodes of Young Royals last night + last episode idag

[beautifulfaaces]

Ida Engvoll & Gillian Jacobs

Engvoll is a Swedish actress, she was born 1985.

Jacobs is an American actress. She was born in 1982.

Both are blondes with blue eyes.

They could work as sisters, half sisters or cousins.

[lgwifey]

TRAUMATISED

80s!noel gallagher x fem!reader

summary : Just a relaxing day after traumatic exam preperation, ruined by a group of eleven year olds.

warnings : proof read but probably got mistakes in, slightly heated half way through, swearing but it's the Gallaghers so what's new, periods. I think that's it x

MASTERLIST

1983 

"Y' stress 'bout it too much."

Y/n scoffed at the weirdly relaxed voice coming from the direction of her boyfriend. She just rolled her eyes before looking back down at the mindmap A4 sheet which held the subjects of the third and final maths exam, her third to last exam of the year.

"Honestly,"

He reappeared beside her, where he had started an hour ago but gradually drifted off the lie down on the bed, which y/n had make neat for him whilst he was grabbing drinks downstairs. She was a slight neat freak, just slightly.

She felt hands softly hold her shoulders and a leg appear with side of her bare ones.

", it's not like y' gonna fail."

The thick text book and it's loose pieces of paper where sat on the litter desk which was near the end of Noel's bed but Liam had basically took over when he started highschool.

"Maybe, but I don't have a fall back like you Mr Gallagher."

As she finished her sentence, she leaned back into the chest of Noel, the older boy letting out an 'umph' as he felt the impact.

Y/n looked up to him. Her y/h/c locks falled against his tshirt, her eyes looking into his pale blue ones. Across her lips, a grin was smothered and her cheeks smiled up. He left a peck on her lips, his lips having curved up into a smile after seeing her face properly.

"Soon i'll be makin' enough for the both of us."

"You're the only sixteen year old lad I know who actually has a plan for 'is future, y'know that right."

" 'm mature s'all."

"You're a freak of nature darling."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before shifting away from him. Her arms slid out of his jacket which she'd 'borrowed' whilst they where at school, since it started raining and her blazer was doing little to nothing to stop her chemically white shirt from going outright translucent, she dropped the item of clothing onto the back of the old spinning chair which was half tucked under the desk.

Noel gave a whine as she strolled over to the corner of the room which held his prized vynil collection and the record player. The complaint was not only because he'd lost the heat which raidiated off of the girl but also because he knew which record she was going to play, it was the record she always played. The only reason he had it in the collection was because she'd bought it for him as a gift so then she'd have her favourate songs at his house and he loved her too much to actually get rid of it.

The sixteen year old fell back onto his bed with a thud as the disco music started to echo through his room, the girl dancing through the entire room with her school skirt flowing around and her shirt loose and half unbuttoned, her hands clutched onto her stomach which he found unusual but didn't say. The dark album cover had been left to the side of the table the black record player was situated on as the super-trouper vynil spun around the it.

Noel had gave up, his girlfriend laughing a 'you told me to relax' to him when she caught him rolling his eyes at her childish antics.

By the time the second verse had rolled around, y/n was in full preformance mode, singing along to each lyric perfectly, mimicing the swedish vocalists' robotic tone

"I said, I was not exactly Waiting for the bus"

It was the only moment Noel found her to be stood still, only for her to start shouting the chorus a second later and for her arms to almost hit him accidentally.

When she finished spinning in a circle, once the song had finished, y/n found the single bed to be vacant of any Gallagher. She soon found the reason when the sound of Mr. Blue Sky started playing, the 1980 ABBA record being slid back into it's cover and back onto the shelf. Even if he hated it, there was no way Noel would risk scratching the disk.

He gave y/n a laugh as she grimaced at him, making his way over to her.

"You're such a child."

"That's my favourate song y' prick."

His arms wrapped around her waist and he left a kiss on his forehead before slowly dragging them both back over to his bed, ELO playing through the air.

"I love how this is the only song y'know."

Y/n found herself layed under Noel as he drifted a hand through her hair and left kisses on her every few seconds between his conversation.

" 's a banger."

One of her hands held onto his jaw, leading him to her lips instead of everywhere else.

Their lips attached with love and adoration, the fast beat of the music slowing down towards the next verse. The song always left a smile on y/n's lips and therefore put Noel in a good mood.

The couple started to heat up their activities, Noel's hands falling onto y/n's chest as he unbuttoned the school shirt. She did the same as she struggled pulling his t-shirt over his head, Noel ended up helping her out and pulling it up himself.

As the song drifted off to a diffrent tune, which y/n had no clue off, she found herself dragging Noel back to her mouth and sliding herself on top, spinning the both of the around with a grin.

Her hands pushed her discarded shirt onto the bedroom floor before reaching down awkwardly and picking off her knee high socks, Noel gave no help what so ever to the task and instead opted for tangling his hand into y/n's hair and depthening the once lulling kiss which had turned firery with exhausted teenager hormores and over-worked exam preperation.

As if a sudden bucket of realisation was dropped on top of y/n, she sat up awkwardly, forming a gap between her and the confused Noel.

"I fuckin' forgot."

She gave a complaining whine as she headbutted her boyfriend's chest, falling back to lie on top of him more casually. He gave her an even more confused look before she explained.

"I started yesterday."

As if the words didn't make sence to him, Noel furrowed his eyebrows.

"My period."

"No. I knew what you meant."

He grimaced, feeling bad about his immediate reaction and deciding to cuddle into y/n more to assure her that he didn't find her disgusting.

With his head lodged between his girlfriend's neck and shoulder and wet kisses being pressed into the crook of her neck, Noel explained his confusion.

"I just though y' stopped two weeks ago."

"I started again 'cause of exams, 's pretty common."

"Good t' know y'not gonna die then."

Without the couple noticing, the white door of the shared bedroom creaked open with a group of year sevens wondering in.

Y/n and Noel didn't notice the company intill his eleven year old brother let out a scream and pushed his friends back out of the room, a look of horror engraved onto his features as he screamed at Noel to fuck off.

Y/n gave a laugh and pulled Noel's old t-shirt over her head, hoping Liam hadn't noticed her bra being mostly just lace without any padding and leaving her boyfriend to having to get a different top. She opened to door again once Noel had reach over for a top, letting Liam back into his room with hid posse of mischeiveous goblins following him. The eleven year old held a traumatised look on his face whilst his friends looked at y/n with tomato red blushes on their faces, she gave them a sugar sweet smile before walking back over to Noel's bed, sitting on it cross-legged as he switched the record player off and sliding Out Of The Blue back into it's cover.

"So what y' doing today lads ?"

The brunette in need of a serious hair cut gave the sixteen year old girl a glare before answering for himself and his friends.

"Well we where gonna play cards but now we're gonna 'ave to nick mam's bleach for our eyes."

"Oh shut up y' little git. 's not like we where actually doing anythin' ."

Noel found his spot back behind his girlfriend with his arms wrapped around her waist and her back pressed comfortably against his chest.

"I'll 'ave you know i'm traumatised."

"Aw, we'll pay f' your therapy sweetie."

Y/n have a mocking pout to Liam, who in turn flipped her off.

"Right, out."

Noel slid off the bed, grabbing Liam by the ear and dragging his younger brother out of the room, leaving the rest of the children to follow their little gang's leader.

"Fuckin' get off Noel !,"

"Y' can find somewhere else to play your little game."

" 's my room too !"

"Yeah, well y' should've though of that before y' started acting like a twat."

He gave a sarcastic smile before shutting to door with the small group of uniform clad eleven year olds looking at him.

When he turned back to look at y/n, she gave a small frown at the fustraited look etched into his face and waved him over, back to his bed.

As she went to sooth him, a muffled conversation came through the door, clearly Liam and his friends playing cards in the hallway instead of downstairs.

"Your brother's bird has nice tits."

"Shut up Har, she's a total minger."

If eyes could actually turn red, y/n would've sworn Noel's turned jalapenos pepper red and before she could mutter a word, he was back out the door and heading for Liam.

"Noel !"

Y/n jumped off of the bed, heading for her boyfriend before cramp hit and she sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening and hands gripping her stomach in pain.

As the pain soothed off, she went to take a step towards where the sixteen year old was dragging his eleven year old brother down the stairs only for another cramp to hit and for her to muffle her pain by biting her lip.

Maybe she should just let them get it out of their system.

[balloons-and-shadows]

625 words to know pt. 3

Original list; https://blog.fluent-forever.com/base-vocabulary-list/

{Swedish - English}

If you see a mistake, please let me know so I can change it!

Årstider

En årstid - a season

Sommar - summer

Vår - spring

Vinter - winter

Höst - autumn/fall

Färger

Röd - red

Grön - green

Blå - blue

Gul - yellow

Brun - brown

Rosa - pink

Orange - orange

Svart - black

Vit - white

Grå - gray

En färg - a colour

Siffror

0 - noll

1 - ett

2 - två

3 - tre

4 - fyra

5 - fem

6 - sex

7 - sju

8 - åtta

9 - nio

10 - tio

11 - elva

12 - tolv

13 - tretton

14 - fyrton

15 - femton

16 - sexton

17 - sjutton

18 - arton

19 - nitton

20 - tjugo

21 - tjugoen/tjugoett

22 - tjugotvå

30 - trettio

40 - fyrtio

50 - femtio

60 - sextio

70 - sjuttio

80 - åttio

90 - nittio

100 - hundra

101 - hundraett

1000 - tusen

10.000 - tio tusen

100.000 - hundra tusen

1.000.000 - en miljon

1.000.000.000 - en miljard

Först - first

Andra - second

Tredje - third

Fjärde - fourth

Femte - fifth

Ett nummer - a number

Månader

Januari - January

Februari - February

Mars - March

April - April

Maj - May

Juni - June

Juli - July

Augusti - August

September - September

Oktober - October

November - November

December - December

Veckans dagar

Måndag - Monday

Tisdag - Tuesday

Onsdag - Wednesday

Torsdag - Thursday

Fredag - Friday

Lördag - Saturday

Söndag - Sunday

Tid

Ett år - a year

En månad - a month

En vecka - a week

En dag - a day

Ett dygn - a 24-hour period

En timme - an hour

En minut - a minute

En sekund - a second

En morgon - a morning

En middag - an afternoon

En kväll - an evening

En natt - a night

Matte/mått

En meter - a meter

En centimeter - a centimeter

Ett kilogram - a kilogram

En hälft - a half

En cirkel - a circle

En kvadrat - a square

En temperatur - a temperature

Ett datum - a date

En vikt - a weight

En kant - an edge

Ett hörn - a corner

Plats

En stad - a city

Ett hus - a house

En lägenhet - an apartment

En väg - a road

En flygplats - an airport

En tågstation - a train station

En bro - a bridge

Ett hotell - a hotel

En restaurang - a restaurant

En bondgård - a farm

En domstol - a court

En skola - a school

Ett kontor - an office

Ett rum - a room

En by - a town

Ett universitet - an university

En klubb - a club

En bar - a bar

En park - a park

En camping - a camp

En affär - a store/shop

En teater - a theater

Ett bibliotek - a library

Ett sjukhus - a hospital

En kyrka - a church

En marknad - a market

Ett land - a country

En byggnad - a building

Marken - the ground

Rymden - the (outer) space

En bank - a bank

Riktningar

Vänster - left

Höger - right

Rakt fram - straight ahead

Nord - north

Söder - south

Ost - east

Väst - west

En riktning - a direction

En sida - a side

Framsida (en) - front

Baksida (en) - back

Utsida (en) - outside

Insida (en) - inside

Upp - up

Ned/ner - down

Topp (en) - top

Botten (en) - bottom

[mars-is-the-new-world]

21 questions

tagged by @lire-casander thank you so much!

Rules: Simply answer the following 21 questions and tag 21 people (or more!) you’d like to get to know more!

Name / Nickname: nope i hate my name i gotta change it 

Sign: Aries

Height: 160 cm so thats like 5.2 feet or something

Hogwarts House: gryffinpuff is that a thing?

Last thing I Googled:  Gwendal

Favourite musician/s: lately Hozier, Panic at the disco and Pansy division.

Last song I listened to: Fem in a black leather jacket

Song stuck in my head: Be by Hozier

Followers: yes i do have some

Following:  too many

do you get asks:  not really 

Amount of Sleep: 5-6h

Lucky Number:  i dont believe in this

What I’m Wearing:  black jeans and a white stripped shirt

Dream Trip: around italy seeing all the ruins and art museums 

Favourite Food: patatas a la importancia (its a spanish dish like a ham sandwich but using potatoes instead of bread all covered in a egg and flour batter which you fry, and then its covered with a tomato and onion based sauce, its always been my fav but only if my mum does it in her own way, damn now im craving it)

Instruments: i can play the piano (which i studied 12 years) and the guitar but im self taught in that one

Languages: spanish, english, took a couple of years of french and german at school so im pretty basic there, and bit of self taught swedish and asturllionés too (yeah guess where i am from now lol)

Favourite Song/s: any of P!ATD it’s for sure 

Random Fact: i love drawing realistic portraits  (even tho i havent draw at all w uni and life and stuff so yeah but i still love it)

Aesthetic: punk rock, 80′s aesthetic, cowboys i guess? not so sure about this one

tagging: @jaggerof @signoraviolettavalery @malexhq @vlamito @bialiencowboy and @miss-jane-doe @aliencurls  @thougtsofadyingatheist and anyone who would like to do this 

[kaibab-the-grumpy-dragon]

Kat Murata’s about page

//This is set for mobile user to see it, but if you can like this post after reading it would be great! 

General

Full name: Kathleen Murata

Nicknames: Kat, Katy, KitKat, Kiiro no ryū (Yellow Dragon), Boss, Sunflower(only Jou)

Age: 24 by default. Depending on the verse but 3 years older than Jounouchi

Birthday: 30 May ( Gemini )

Birthplace: Domino City

Current residence: Domino City

Nationality: Japanese

Ethnicity: Japanese/Russian/Swedish

Gender: female

Sexuality: Heterosexual. Sort of Demi-romantic

Marital status: Single

Religion: Atheist

Occupation: Student - 3nd years of Business economic / Leader of the gang, Kiiro no Ryū (The Yellow Dragons)

Appearance

Face: a mix between Asian and Swedish feature. Round, full lips, button nose with a scar on the edge. Freckles when she tans.

Preferred Hand: Right

Hair: Wavy bob haircut, golden blonde

Eyes: Blue

Body type: Muscular, shaped by dance, workouts, and yoga.

Skin Tone:  medium skin tones with neutral olive undertones

Cup size: A-B cup

Height: 1m83 (6′0”)

Weight: 72 kg (158lb)

Health: rarely get sick, mostly little colds. She seems to generally heal a little faster than others.

Energy: Because of her being possessed by a monster, her body needs and uses a lot of energy. To preserve her muscular mass, she needs to eat a lot of calories. Even more when Xeras takes control and uses his powers.

Scars: An inverted V one on the nose, razor ones on her left wrist, circular ones on her upper back (from the summoning circle), a line on her abs, several smaller scars on the arms, body and legs, and cigarette burns on the right arms.

Clothing style: flashy clothes, mostly crop top, hoodies, shorts, street-wear.

Makeup style: No makeup

Posture: Depends on her mood. Most of the time confident, imitating men behavior when with her gang, more feline and gracious when she flirts.

Tattoos: 3 dragon tattoos: one around her left wrist, one big on her upper back with his tail that ends under her left breast, and one small on her right inner thigh.

Scent: her cheap shampoo that smell candy for the hair, lemon for the body.

Personality

Mental/Emotional disorder(s):  Borderline personality disorder(false diagnostic: symptoms mostly due to Xeras’ possession), PTSD

Phobias: Musophobia(rodents), Nyctophobia (darkness), loss of limbs or paralysis.

Addictions: Risky gambles (involving her own security), coca cola, coffee, jelly coffee, sex.

Likes:

- Dance (hip hop, New Age ) She’s good at it.

- Drawing.

- 80’s songs and punk rock. But only people close to her know it.  

- Giving food related nicknames

- Roller skating

- Omelet

- Pizza

- Banana-chocolate ice-cream

- Mostly all food

- Coffee

- Dragons

- Playing Duel Monsters

- Even more Dragons

- Being the Yellow Dragons’ boss

- Bowling

- Tease People

- Flirting with people

- Space

- Horror / Monster/Kaiju Movies

- Star Wars

- Sitting on anything

- Dominant men in the bedroom

Doesn’t like:

- Bullies

- Doctors

- University

- Authority in general

- Serial killer movies

- Rodents

- Being in the Dark

- Be told that she’s crazy  

Hobbies:

- Roller skating

- Dancing

- Dueling

- Drawing

- Video games

- Combat sports

- Yoga

- Vogue fem

Fears: Rodents, abandonment, darkness

Habits: Turn things into competitions, stealing your food, entering where she shouldn’t.

Negative traits: Don’t know when to back down sometimes, can be pushy and loud, heavy eater, hot-tempered, don’t know how to lie for trivial things.

Positive traits: Seems to always smile, try until she succeeds, loyal, curious.

Abilities: combat and dancing skills. The monster inside her gives her some slight regeneration. Could learn to use shadows magics.

Equipment: A knife in her boots or under her clothes, another one in her backpack that she always has. Her deck and her duel disk, battle city version.

Trinkets: Her old phone. She always has in her backpack, a USB key that was from her dad.

Transportation: a pair of boots that can turn into rollers, with an electric motor, produced by KaibaCorp (offered by the close members of her gang)

Collections: Several ones. Knives, guns, duel monster cards.

History:

- Sharing the same passion for robotics, Kat’s parents met at an IEEE International Conference on R&A (Robotics and Automation) in Atlanta. Her dad, Hideyoshi, a young AI genius with a fragile health that had left him lame, was from an old Japanese family with some Russian ancestry, the Murata’s, who were not really into honest business. But his talent and original organic approach to programming led him to another path: Founding his own robotics company.

Her mother, Erika, a strong Swedish woman, that gave Kat almost all of her genetics, left her country and family to study and work in America. She had always loved to tinker but the creation of prosthetics and robots fascinated her.

Their meeting was a surprise, but they quickly became attached to one another and when he asked her to follow him to Japan, at Domino city, to accomplish his project, she accepted. With each of their specialties, they created Murata Robotics with the help of an American friend, Stuart Evans. After some time they had two children, Kathleen and Hiro.  

- Kat was a cheerful little girl, with curly blonde hair, always smiling and curious, even if she was a little too much naive. At 8 she was already interested in her dad’s work. He dedicated his secret project to her: creating a fully functional animal AI, based on what a dragon could be.

- Their lives turned upside down the day where Kat met a strange man in a convenience store. He talked with the 8-years-old girl a few minutes but disappeared before Erika had seen him. The night after, Kat woke up, upon hearing the sounds of a struggle. Before she could react the same man entered her room and captured her. She doesn’t remember everything from this night but some details are still clear today. Her family sitting in front of her. Her father telling her to look into his eyes as her mother’s blood spilled on the floor. Her brother’s cries. Their slit throats.

After that everything went quickly. He took her with him, locked her up in a cave, left her screaming in the dark, with only rats for company. When she finally fell silent and he was sure that she was broken and weak, he brought her into a room decorated with dozens of candles. It didn’t take her long to lose consciousness when he started engraving the summoning circles on her back with a ritual knife.

What was supposed to be a sacrificial ritual to bring a monster into this world, Xeras, the dragons slaver, trapped him in the body of this little girl. And it was furious. Using Kat’s physical and emotional pain, it merged their soul, releasing their wrath on the man who did all that. When the police arrived, they found her unconscious with the dead body of her kidnapper. They decided to close the case.

- After a stay in the hospital to take care of her wounds, which left her with scars, they took her to an orphanage, waiting for the family of her dad to come to get her. But under the influence of the monster inside her, she quickly became violent, hurting herself and the other kids. Her family, that only wanted the control of Murata robotics, put her in the Institute, a psychiatric hospital for children, for ‘her own good’. She was soon diagnosticated as having a borderline personality disorder and PTSD and was placed in isolation, under medication. The monster finally calmed down, too weak to take control anymore.

- Two years later a psychiatrist finally decided to give more effort toward her recovery. After some work, he declared her well enough to go, but not without supervision. Her family was powerful and didn’t want her to take back her inheritance one day. They made efforts to bribe for a ruling of ineptitude, claiming she was not able to care for herself, even into adulthood.

Of course, they never took custody of her, and she was placed in an orphanage, and then in a foster family until her 18th birthday.

- Being mostly free to go outside, she quickly mixed with the wrong crowd. Understanding that she was on her own and nobody would help her, she came closer to the only kind of people that would accept her, other outcasts, delinquents, gangs.

At 17, she fell for a 24 years old gang leader, Esteban. She tried to join his group, but he laughed at her. Why would he take her? She knew how to fight in the schoolyard but she was weak. He threatened her to take her as a prostitute, but he finally let her go. He liked her gaze.  

- Strangely, dance had been her salvation. She met a dance teacher that taught her to have control of her body and to be confident. She began to workout as well, she built up a fair amount of muscles for a girl of her age. When she went back to Esteban, he finally accepted. He saw potential in her but he also wanted her. Even if she was still young, she was crazy about him. Her relationship with him defined all the ones she had after. If anybody tried to say that she was only a prostitute, they would feel her wrath.

But she didn’t totally agree with how Esteban was leading his gang. And by that time, her ambition was more important than the feelings she had.

- At 20, she began to search for supporters within the gang and when she had enough support on her side, she led an attack on Esteban and the rest of the gang. After a knife fight that she won with difficulties (winning a scar on her abdomen), she had to choose what she would do with Esteban. He was already condemned. She could let him live with the shame that he lost his power against a woman, or she could kill him. But she knew him. He was psycho, a killer. But strangely enough, he loved her. In his own way. So she offered him to be her second in command. He accepted. After all, it was his only way to stay with her and keep some power.

- She changed the name of the gang, calling them Kiiro no Ryū, the yellow dragons but also changed their activities. Her goal was now to protect the people of the districts they controlled. Their main incomes were the attacks of other gangs, everything linked to the underground Duel Monster traffic (rare cards, illegal tournaments,…), but also drugs traffic and prostitution. Most of the gang’s members are loyal and receive a share of the profits. Kat mostly refuses to use that money, even if it could have given her a good life.

- During this time, Kat continued her scholar life without interest, being at Rintama High School and had to repeat a year. But she saw something that motivated her. She remembered that kid she saw on TV when she was at the Institut, that was adopted by the richest man in Domino. And now she was seeing him on TV again, CEO of his company. It impressed her. It made her realize that she could do it too. That even with a bad start she doesn’t have to stay in the underground. And maybe take back her parent’s company. After that, she began to studies seriously to graduate from high school with a scholarship for the American University of Domino City. She chose to study Business Economics, making Kaiba Corp her main subject.

- Being good at dueling she decided too to start a more official career, as the Dragon Warrior. So far she managed to win her duel disk, and participate in some tournaments, with some good results.

- But when everybody seemed to go better, the worst happened. Strong of years of wait, Xeras took advantage of a moment of weakness to take full control of Kat’s body. She only managed to be back in control thank to her friend Isabel, after a long and harsh combat. The discovery of her possession was a shock, it meant that all those bad things that happened to her, the Institute, all the violent events that she couldn’t remember, all this was because of him. It took her time to accept that, but after all, he was stuck in her body and they can’t do anything about it.

This part is valid for the default verse with @upbeatsunshine. If your muse is Jou, Kat doesn’t know him. If you still want to use this headcanons, send me  an IM/ask :) :

- She met him when she was 13 and him 10, and he became her first and best friend. They tried to learn together how to survive in their neighborhood.

- Once Jou was 18 he went to live in the same apartment than her, using one of the bedrooms.

Facts:

- She has great difficulties making friends, she’s very awkward socially speaking. She still doesn’t know how she made ones.

- She tends to be impulsive and vulgar. But in the presence of people she likes, she’s very energetic and radiant, always ready to laugh.

- She sings very badly and she is unable to play well to a game other than Duel Monster (include video games. Except from Otomes games. She good at it.).

Home: A converted brick building in the old industrial district. The first floor is big garages and her apartment is the half of the second floor. A big living room/kitchen, a bathroom and three rooms.

Family: Hideyoshi Murata (father/deceased), Erika Magnusson (mother/deceased), Hiro Murata (brother/deceased), Adam Sjögren (cousin), her father’s mother and brother (CEO of Murata Robotics)

Friends: Jounouchi Katsuya (@upbeatsunshine), Isabel Corazón, Imnah Hiwatari

Followers: Esteban, her gang members, her dancers.

Pets/Familiars: Doggo, a male golden retriever with a scar on his side and limping a little

[milescarter]

Swedishperience 2. Nummer.

Hej allihopa! Hur är det? (Hi, everybody! How’s it?)

Today’s a perfect day to keep learning swedish! I’ve been searching for some sources where to start since the very beginning, so, to continue the vowels/consonants part (not posted yet), I thought about numbers. At least, until 99. So, let’s go!

0 - Noll

1- Ett/En

2- Två

3- Tre

4- Fyra

5- Fem

6- Sex

7- Sju [ʃʉː]

8- Åtta

9- Nio

10- Tio

11- Elva

12- Tolv

13- Tretton

14- Fjorton [ˈfjuːˌʈɔn]

15- Femton

16- Sexton

17- Sjuton

18- Arton

19- Nitton

20- Tjugo [ˈɕʉːˌɡʊ]

30- Trettio

40- Fyrtio

50- Femtio

60- Sextio

70- Sjuttio

80- Åttio

90- Nittio

And then, forming the rest of the numbers is really easy. From 20 to 99, it consists of taking the tens (20, 30, 40, 50...) plus the number from 1 to 9. For example:

36- Trettiosex

45- Fjortonfem

72- Sjuttiotvå

99- Nittionio

So, taking advatage of this, I’m going to make my own presentation (BASIC presentation) in Swedish, to demonstrate my learning process:

Hej! Jag heter Miles. Jag är från Spanien och jag bor i Madrid. Jag är tjugofyra år gammal. Jag studerar svenska på internet. Trevligt att träffa dig. Hej då!

[dagenssvenska]

Numbers in Swedish

1 = Ett/en 2 = Två 3 = Tre 4 = Fyra 5 = Fem 6 = Sex 7 = Sju 8 = Åtta 9 = Nio 10 = Tio 11 = Elva 12 = Tolv

13 = Tretton 14 = Fjorton 15 = Femton 16 = Sexton 17 = Sjutton 18 = Arton 19 = Nitton

20 = Tjugo 30 = Trettio 40 = Fyrtio 50 = Femtio 60 = Sextio 70 = Sjuttio 80 = Åttio 90 = Nittio

100 = Hundra 1000 = Tusen

[olabillgren]

Bibliografi

Texter om författaren

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[beautifulfaaces]

Malin Buska

Facts

March 15, 1984

Swedish actress

Filmography

Satu [A Discovery of Witches: 2018-2021]

Sara [Advokaten: 2018-2020]

Cindy [Armoton maa: 2017]

Vanja [Kärlek deluxe: 2014]

Katrine [Happy End: 2011]

Appearance

brunette

brown eyes

1.76m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

[beautifulfaaces]

 Ida Engvoll

Facts

October 6, 1985

Swedish actress

Filmography

Sofie [Love & Anarchy: 2020]

Yvette [Andra Åket: 2018]

Therese / Tessan [Bonusfamily: 2017-2018]

Rebecka [Rebecka Martinsson: 2017]

Lil [Mördaren ljuger inte ensam: 2013]

Maria [Beck: 2008]

Appearance

Blonde

Blue eyes

1.64m

Roleplay

Playable: young adult, adult

[beautifulfaaces]

Saga Becker

Facts

born 1988

Swedish actress

Saga is transgender

Filmography

Sebastian/ Ellie [Something Must Break: 2014]

Appearance

dark blonde/ brunette

green eyes

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

[beautifulfaaces]

Annika Marks

Facts

May 12, 1986

American actress

She is of Swedish descent

Filmography

Elizabeth [The Last Champion: 2020]

Natalie [Killing Eleanor: 2020]

Mary [Goliath: 2018]

Monte [The Fosters: 2014-2018]

Jenny [The Undeserved: 2004]

Appearance

brunette

brown eyes

1.63m

Roleplay

playable: teenager, young adult, adult