#What are the tips to speak English fluently?

[englishspeakingtip]

What are the tips to speak English fluently?

Speaking English fluently is a goal that many language learners aspire to achieve. Here are some tips to help you English speaking course more fluently

Practice Regularly: Consistent practice is essential for fluency. Make speaking English a daily habit, even if it's just for a few minutes.

Engage in Conversations: Speak English as often as possible. Find conversation partners, language exchange buddies, or native speakers to practice with.

Listen Actively: Pay close attention when others are speaking in English. This helps you improve your listening skills, which are closely connected to speaking fluency.

Mimic Native Pronunciation: Try to mimic the pronunciation, intonation, and rhythm of native speakers. Listening to native speakers and repeating what they say can be highly beneficial.

Watch English Content: Watch English-language movies, TV shows, news programs, and YouTube videos. This exposes you to different accents, vocabulary, and colloquial expressions.

Read Aloud: Read books, articles, or news stories out loud. This practice improves your pronunciation and fluency while helping you internalize sentence structures.

Practice Speaking Slowly and Clearly: When you're starting out, speak at a slower pace to ensure you're pronouncing words correctly. Gradually work on increasing your speaking speed as you become more comfortable.

Expand Vocabulary: Learn new words and phrases regularly, and use them in your conversations. Vocabulary enrichment contributes to fluency.

[four-leafed-queer-gal]

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧Hi there! You can call me Clover!𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

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I AM NOT ON POST LIMIT

I hate to do this, because there are some genuine and important donation pages and the like out there, but a few bad apples mess it up for everyone I suppose.

ATTENTION EVERYONE:

UNLESS WE ARE MUTUALS, DO NOT SEND ME ASKS WITH DONATION LINKS. IF YOU DO, I WILL ASSUME YOU ARE A BOT AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

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♡ 18 years old, & a Saggitarius! (Fuck the new zodiac sign system, Sagittarius for life, I'm not a Scorpio)

♡ ✨Taken✨ by the amazing @theacemagpie, the Black Bat to my Spoiler 8/7/2024 (Or 7/8/2024, if you use DD/MM/YYYY)

♡ my pronouns are she/they! 🏳️‍⚧️

♡ I have ASD, BPD, PTSD, and ADHD ☘️

♡ I love languages! I can only speak English fluently, but I'm learning a little bit of everything! If you can name it, I likely know at least one or two words! 🗣️

♡ I like Marvel, PJO, Avatar (Both blue people and not blue people), Batman, Hunger Games, Suits (The show), Skyrim, Ben 10 (Not the reboot), and more! ✨

♡ Therian! Theriotypes: Spotted Hyena, Sea Wolf, Viperfish, Vampire Bat, Arctic Fox, Eleonora's Falcon, Moth, Barracuda, Thresher Shark, Raven, & Cheetah (Plus others I haven't figured out yet)

♡ my favourite animals are dinosaurs 🦖

♡ I love to read 📚

♡ I enjoy writing! ✏️

♡ I am questioning my religion, I have no idea anymore tbh- Half considering making one-

"People are going to talk shit about you no matter what. May as well give them an interesting topic!"

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

Please DNI if: you’re queerphobic, anti-self dx, someone who supports beastiality, zoophilia, pedophilia, rape, etc, or if you’re racist, ableist, sexist, or fascist. Be nice! I know the block button exists but I don't like using it, and much prefer to argue and correct falsehoods ✨☘️

Am Israel Chai | עם ישראל חי

Zionism doesn't mean "Kill The Arabs," otherwise very few people would be Zionist; It means "Jews Deserve a Place in the Land that's also sacred to the Jews."

Proudly hoping for a two-state solution

Taylor Swift makes halfway decent music and is a bad person <3

"Be humble, be kind, but don't be afraid to drag the fucker who crosses the line" - La Storia

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Side blogs! Pls interact with them?

- @cass-daughter-o-ari RP blog for my PJO OC, Cass Clemens!

- @the-axolotl-queen Blog for the Axolotl Kingdom! I'm the Queen, obvs-

- @montoya-son-o-nemesis RP blog for my PJO OC, Jason Montoya!

- @lucas-bane-son-of-punishment RP blog for my PJO OC, Lucas Bane!

- @lughs-lightheaded-son RP blog for my Celtic PJO OC, Aidan O'Neil!

- @daughter-of-the-cailleach RP blog for my Celtic PJO OC, Taran Keir!

- @ronan-child-of-ogham RP blog for my Celtic PJO OC, Ronan Callahan!

- @behold-a-man-everyday Behold! A man! Everyday!

- @diogenes-totally-real Diogenes the Cynic gimmick blog!

- @aeolus-the4winds RP blog for Aeolus, Notos, Zephyros, Boreas, Euros, Aeolus, Auster, Favonius, Aquilon, and Vulturnus!

- @the-fmby-north-carolina-totally Gimmick blog, a Femboy North Carolina!

- @antiquitian-empire-real Gimmick blog, Antiquitian Empire! A micronation!

- @literally-the-first-state Gimmick blog, Delaware! The first state in the United States!

- @four-leafed-queer-writing Writing blog! I'll reblog writing tips, and sometimes post original stories of mine!

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Here are some of my cool humans (moots)! 💚

♡ @theacemagpie My amazing girlfriend! A fellow fan of numerous fandoms, and a speaker of multiple languages! <3

♡ @star-dust-shark Mack! He's a super cool dude, and who made most of this intro post! Go check out his blog!

♡ @lucas-iamgod Lucas! He's also a really cool guy, you should check out his blog!

♡ @hugs4neth-official Neth + others! They're all really cool, and in my experience are nice. (THEY BACK, BITCHES)

♡ @green-thighs-save-lives I honestly don't know much about him, but he's a nice, chill guy from our interactions.

♡ @violet-hady Hady! Great person, good friend, though always tells me to be healthy and stuff-

♡ @ankoku-teion Sarah! My lovely Irish moot, and fellow sword lover

♡ @poemsofanentomologist An anentomologist! They're really cool, they write poetry and have inspired me once or twice to write some of my own!

♡ @i-am-thoroughly-confused A fellow therian & fellow bat! They are a good being :3

♡ @poppitron360 A fellow PJO enjoyer! They've got great takes on Riordanverse stuff, y'all should check out their blog!

♡ @justagremlinoncaffeine Gremlin! Cool person, really nice, I've enjoyed every interaction I have with them.

♡ @unstableunicornsofasgard Forrest! Also a great person, ¡y el habla español!

♡ @theacemagpie Magpie! An amazing person! Honestly can't believe it took me this long to add her to my pinned, lol-

♡ @peace-love-and-french-toast Amazing human! I sometimes do PJO rps with them, and with a bunch of others! They run @cabinseventheaterchick, and do a darn good job!

♡ @lizzzzzzzzzzzzzz---lol We haven't interacted much, but Liz is a great person, and what little interaction we have had has been good!

♡ + All my other moots! I have a lot, so I can't list all of y'all, but you're all amazing!

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"Either walk like you are the Queen, or like you don't care who the Queen is." - Ngaru

Have a nice time! <3

(Notes: Intro post was made by @star-dust-shark!! If you want one like it, go check out Mack's blog!! Credit for the shark pictures goes to @/dadstielkline)

[dearweirdme]

I’m an American who’s first language is English and I haven’t seen anyone but stupid kpoppies, most of whom I know don’t come from English speaking countries or speak English as a first language, being racist and xenophobic trolls. There’s nothing wrong or weird about Tae’s English he has an accent that’s all the same way all BTS members do even Namjoon who’s fluent in English has an accent that I can hear in his songs.

I don’t have any problem understanding what he’s saying and to me that’s the only requirement when a singer is singing in a foreign language other than that it’s up to them and whoever wrote the song because I’m sure they wouldn’t have put out a song they thought sounded bad or unintelligible.

I listen to Cardi B who was born and raised in America and speaks English fluently who also has a very noticeable Dominican accent and nobody but racists ever criticizes her occasional mispronunciation or acts like her accent prevents them from understanding what she’s saying because it doesn’t.

This is getting too long but my tip to people would just be to ignore and stop giving these people engagement because based on what I’ve seen on twitter some of the most critical ppl are on accounts that were created in 2024 with less than 50 followers which is a sure sign that the account was created just to be a hate account.

Hi @poisonousjk !

Thanks for adding to the conversation. I would not have guessed at the criticism coming from people whose first language isn’t English. As someone who also doesn’t have English as their first language I’d expect more understanding for the situation.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for wanting to find a different nail salon?

I (25f) don’t often go to nail salons anymore due to it being expensive, but also due to bad experiences as of late. Nothing major, just the annoying experience of trying and failing to get what I am paying for.

The Story: Most nail salons around here are Asian run and owned, and genuinely I do not have any problem with that! Idc who runs a business so long as the job is done well and they are nice and all. In the past I’ve not had many issues beyond maybe a language barrier, and ultimately have been very happy with the results! It was worth the money on the rare occasions I went.

Lately though every time I’ve gone to various salons in my area, I’ve struggled to get what I want. I never want any complicated art, which makes it worse that I’m paying $40 or more (plus tip bc I tip well regardless of result) and can’t even get the color I choose from the book. As in, pointing to the exact shade advertised and labeled with a number, confirming it 2-3 times, watching them either bring out a completely different color or one that is labeled right but still not the chosen shade, and trying to correct it before just having to give up bc the wrong color is now on my nails and I might as well accept my fate 😂 I’m really easy-going so I feel bad about getting mad, and after the 5th time trying to correct them, I feel like it’s too much of a bother. The nails will always look nice in the end, but not the exact thing I wanted.

Example being last time I went I chose a dark teal, and the color they brought out was like. Pastel blue. So… it looked fine, but it’s like they didn’t even care to notice the extreme color difference. At the same appointment, my cousin(15) was requesting white tips, and they told her “no, we can’t do that, because your nails aren’t the right color”….????? Like. I don’t even know how that matters. It’s paint. Paint it on the nails lol. It’s not hard! We’re paying for it aren’t we? Why would they refuse to paint a white tip on her nails because the natural color of her nails is “wrong” according to them?

Anyways: where the question comes in is that my mom(48) suggested finding a salon “not run by Asian people”, because she assumes the root of the problem is a language barrier. It could be, and she’s right I guess that it would be easier to communicate what I want to someone who speaks English more fluently. However, my sister(23) got mad at us and said we were being racist about it. To be extremely clear, neither of us said anything beyond mentioning the language barrier, and of course I’ve never treated any worker at any salon poorly no matter what. But, sister says that because we are white and wanting to find a salon not solely Asian-run, that’s racist. My sister is known for being very dramatic and kinda “Fake Woke” about things… but hey, it’s something I worry about too, even if I feel like my reasoning for this is solid.

I’ve been to every salon in the area that I’ve previously had good experiences with, and suddenly it’s a struggle to even get the correct color. I don’t know why this is a problem, or why even after mentioning that it’s wrong multiple times I’m just not listened to. I feel like it’s mostly an issue of just. Bad service. I don’t think it’s racist to want to get what I pay for, especially when it’s as basic as color choice, even if the core issue may be a language barrier. But, I want to open it up to others.

So, am I the asshole for wanting to find a different salon? Specifically one which is run by people who are more fluent in English, for communications sake?

What are these acronyms?

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

If Light hadn't fucked up with the Lind L. Taylor thing, do you think L would still have been able to figure out where Light was? I've always considered that moment to be the most damning fuck up on Light's end.

That's the thing, L already knew Kira was almost certainly in Japan.

Light's first victim was only broadcast on Japanese media in the Japanese language. More, as Light went on his initial murder spree, while he did have many international victims, he likely had several victims who were only broadcast in Japanese media or else much less well-known outside Japan. This is in part why the Japanese are the first to really notice Kira and give him a name on Death Note 4-chan.

Now, it's possible Light might not have been Japanese. He could have been simply staying in Japan during that time to be able to look up these criminals as well as fluent enough in Japanese to get by but it's more likely that he does live in Japan and speaks Japanese because he is Japanese.

L canonically states that this was why he broadcast in Japan in the Kanto region first: he was almost entirely certain Kira was in Japan and Kanto having the largest population was as good a place to start as any.

L didn't really need the Lind L. Taylor stunt to narrow Light down to Japan. In fact, the stunt could have gone very wrong for him very easily. Light might not have spoken English fluently enough to understand the broadcast (what it was broadcast in to give the illusion of being an international broadcast), Light might not have been watching TV at the moment of the broadcast, or Light could have simply decided not to kill Lind L. Taylor.

That said, if it didn't work out, L doesn't really lose anything. He can save face by claiming it was to rattle Kira and goad him into doing something stupid later on, it also sows doubt of Kira with the public and assures them that someone is on the case. L would just wave his hand and say, "Anyway, uh, let's start our investigation in Japan" and then continue with where he left off in canon.

(As a reminder, from there, Light started fucking with the police and tipped his hand so as to eliminate L as a rival: making it clear that Kira had access to police records that are not available to the public. That's how L was able to narrow it down to family members of Japanese police which is where he brought in the American FBI (who he can somehow send out internationally, when that's a domestic agency, but whatever L).)

The reason L does it though is not just to prove Kira's in Japan and likely in Kanto (which is nice but that's still millions of people to sift through). It's to prove to the public that Kira is a human driven by emotions and malice, it's to rattle Kira wherever he is, and it's to prove to Interpol that this weird guy who refuses to show his face anywhere is in fact the man for the job (as Interpol was generally dubious about involving L as he's... not popular for understandable reasons).

Now, typical L, he sets up a man's public execution on live television in what feels like a Black Mirror episode with the justification "he was going to die anyway" to just prove a point he already could have proven otherwise but that's just what L does.

I do agree it's Light's biggest fuck up, however, it's also very telling that it actually changes absolutely nothing had he not fucked up. He just felt like a really angry idiot for a moment there and L got put on the top of his death list.

[shuinami]

Part 3: How to write an MLE-based London accent authentically

Part 1: Who, What (London Accents) | Part 2: When, Where, Why (Black Londoner Culture since Windrush)

As I conclude this little guide, I'd like mention that my ask box and DMs are always open if anyone has further questions or anything 🤎

In this section, I'll go over some advice, the grammar and vocabulary and provide some suggestions for references.

Section A: Basic Tips

When to use slang

The concentration of slang is key to differentiating characters as well as writing an accent authentically. As an MLE-based speaker who is not actually a roadman (meaning a gangster, though many people misuse the term to refer to anyone who uses MLE, especially if they are working class), like most of us, Hobie does not utterly kill it with slang that would likely not be understandable to the people he’s with. There are a lot of phrases and idioms/metaphors that seem self-explanatory once you know what they mean or that seem similar to Americanisms (e.g. roadman = street/hood nigga), but of course, as someone who doesn’t use the terms, hearing it in passing, it probably wouldn’t be understandable, despite the speaker thinking it is. 

Coming from a diverse place, often with immigrant parents who don’t even speak English as a first language, if fluently at all (not in the case of most black Caribbeans from former British colonies, but remember Asians and Africans are more plentiful here), trust me, we know what we sound like 😂! Most of us code-switch, as we learn standard English in school and, until more recently, where more people are 3rd gen+ immigrants as opposed to 2nd, we actually tend to pick up MLE slang from experiences outside the home as we grow up. At the same time, some people really don’t care at all and don’t change how they speak for anyone haha. I don’t recommend trying to write code-switching if you’re not extremely familiar with MLE because you’ll probably lose the flow and also, Hobie only eases up a little bit after his intro.

My point is though, that not every single sentence needs to have slang in it. Most should, but if you’re trying to be serious or sexy, for example, and you feel the need to tack on some slang just to convey Bri’ishness, even if it doesn’t really fit, don’t do it cause it’s no more authentic than just writing plain English in those scenarios.

When talking to people from his own dimension, however, slang it up if you’d like, because the expectation would be that a (working class or ethnic) Londoner would understand him. 

For humour, mocking and teasing, we love to use slang because a lot of it is funny, even to us. Like I said, we know what we sound like. Those are the moments when more obscure slang (such as Cockney rhyming slang) might come out for comedic effect.

It’s good to have some balance, so not every word needs to be substituted. If you couldn’t read it without a fucking huge glossary, you’ve probably done a bit too much.

Writing the Accent

It’s good in moderation. ‘Luv’, ‘ain’t’, replacing the last g with an apostrophe in -ing words - you all have those things down, it works, good job. 

HOWEVER, it is very clear that a lot of you have no clue what letters we do and don’t drop/change and in what words, as well as a lot of you going OT with removing the T’s from the middle of words. I know it kind of sounds like that to you but it reads like an over-exaggeration or mockery, particularly because most London accents, including Hobie’s, are much lighter in comparison to Brits from other areas, in which such omissions and alterations of letters would be somewhat appropriate but still, in moderation. I don’t recommend typing out the accent often, just sprinkle it around for a bit of flavour but don’t consistently write in that way because your writing loses legibility and it gets quite distracting.

Content

The stereotype of British people liking sarcasm is true for most and, in general, we like to have, what we call, ‘a bit of banter’. We’re a jokey people, even if those jokes can be a bit harsh or teasing. Confusingly, even if we are joking around, it doesn’t mean necessarily we’re being friendly, joking is just how we communicate (e.g. “Oh boy, humbling reality Spider-Man has arrived”, “What does that do?” “Apart from having a great name?”, “super humane and not creepy”, “this is a great look…”). I think most people have got this down really well, so keep it up guys 😎🤙

Another thing is cussing, swearing, profanity, whatever you wanna call it. We do it a lot for no reason, mainly spamming the word “fuck(ing)”. So have fun with that if you aren’t already.

We’ll get into it more in the terms of endearment section of Section B but, basically a lot of Londoners are typically not too mushy or affectionate, as is the stereotype for big city people and, additionally, British people in general aren’t the most direct in their words. Obviously, some people are but it’s not the culture if you’re trying to write proper ‘authentic’ haha. For a lot of us, saying sweet stuff can be quite laborious when sincere or cheesy or confrontational levels of direct really 😂 We ain’t the friendliest of types through our words so I'd recommend relying more on context for the sweet factor unless it's a stand-out moment.

Different parts of the UK, even within England itself, have different slang

Idk what else to say about this but yeah, there’s some phrases I’ve seen people use that have me scratching my head cause “nobody [from my area] says those words in that order” but I’m guessing it’s down to people incorporating slang which is more commonly heard up North because it’s all classed as British/U.K. slang when you look it up so, just be wary of that.

Section B: Grammar and Vocab (the thing you’ve been waiting for 😂)

I’ll link a document here so I don’t clog up your dash more than I already have. Feel free to bookmark it or anything, I’ll update it if needed. The contents are links to the relevant section so you can just click those if you’re not trying to read the whole thing.

I only included some highlights of the things that are easy enough to explain just by writing them out with their meanings but it’s by no means an extensive list. I’ve studied a few languages but I’m not a linguist so I just did my best.

If you want to go more heavy with the Cockney slang, I’ll leave it to someone who’s more familiar with it (or not… lol) to explain those terms and when to use them properly.

Section C: References

Of course, it’s all good and all that I’ve given you instructions but to make it sound natural, you’d need a point of reference. Here are some references of black North West Londoners from the early 80s, black East Londoners, black Londoners more generally and a Daniel Kaluuya interview so you can get a better feel of how we sound:

Clip from ‘No Problem’, the first Black British Sitcom

The accents within this one group of siblings is very varied and none of them use MLE, as per the time period. The two younger sisters have accents most similar to Hobie’s. The show follows a group of siblings of Jamaican descent living in a council house in North West London, first released in 1983.

Clips from ‘Chewing Gum’ by Michaela Coel [CW: they're awkwardly talking about sex in a lot of the clips + don't listen to Candice's boyfriend, Aaron, he's not from London lol]

The show takes place in Tower Hamlets, which is in East London and was first released in 2015. Tracy has a similar accent to Hobie and also uses a mix of more general/Cockney-influenced slang and MLE, so this one should both be a fun watch and be useful, you’ll also want to pay attention to Candice who has a more MLE lean to her speech.

Clips from the Foot Asylum crew most of them are MLE speakers, see some examples of our banter with friends lol

Clips from ‘Top Boy’

Another show that takes place in East London, this time in Hackney, which is an area known for being kind of rough in terms of gang activity. Almost all the characters speak exclusively MLE in this show. If you want to watch it, TW for violence and gang activity, death, etc. (18+). You can tell based on the ones I’ve chosen that Sully’s my favourite character lmao.

Fun fact, as you might hear the character, Dushane, reference, Sully lives on a canal boat for a while as a form of refuge. I know a bit about boat dwellers in London from a lecture at uni but if anyone wants me to do more research and do a post and explain the waterways and stuff, again, feel free to drop an ask and I’ll do it :)

Clip from ‘Love Island’ just pay attention to the black islanders, Tyrique and Whitney

I just finished watching this year's Love Island UK so I thought I’d throw the clip of Whitney, Lochan and Tyrique fighting in here lmao

& Daniel Kaluuya talking about Spiderpunk to bring us full circle✨

[bethanysnow]

Breakeven.

Prt 1.

Bang Chan X Plus Size Reader. Fluff mild angst. Slow burn?

The news broke that V from BTS's stalker was apprehended. The fact that someone got so close sent shock waves through the major companies to up security. Guards for even the groups that didn't have a major following, it felt incredibly necessary. Keeping the artists behind closed doors like hamsters in wheels and a very colorful and elaborate cage. The studio Stray Kids though did the majority of their work for their latest mixtape was across the street from a cafe. The road was mainly foot traffic and standing there on the concrete pavement was a woman with a guitar.

A foreigner. As divisive as that word is in South Korea, that's what she was...singing in English songs from a while back. Breakeven by The Script, Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. This heartache verbalized in the cry of the street. She bowed quietly with the smallest smile if people tipped her, that's at least what Chan noticed from his tower. Yes, the great tower of the unmarked building in the middle of the city. No one knew he was there, nor what the building was. Everyone below him just too busy with their own day to notice. He was grateful for that, but he found himself wanting to be amongst the people. Be there, go grocery shopping, go to a cafe. Exist in the cosmos of the cosmopolitin. So, looking out of the window of the studio he watched this woman. Living vicariously through her. He could hear her if he tried really hard with the window open, but most of the time it was when he snuck into the building he could hear.

Felix was setting down his things in a chair before seeing his friend deep in thought, not moving a muscle, just looking out the window. Walking beside him the blonde followed his eyeline to the girl.

"You know you can go say hi-"

Chan jumped not noticing the new presence slamming his hand over his heart. "Ah!-oh, hi...I dunno what you're talking about..." Brushing the comment off. Felix just raised a brow.

"You stand here and what...stare at her? Man, that's creepy- you wear a mask and a hat and go over. Say Hello"

Chan just shrugged. That was the thing with Bang Chan. With his life experience, the thing he never wanted was to be hurt like he was in the past. To suffer again the things he did getting here. There of course are other things, but when you are in this life it's far easier to make up stories about the driver, the barista, or grocery delivery person? Then to actually...know them. For then they could leave and you would be left alone. Parasocial relationships go both ways remember? So Chan for the first time in a while has had the time to look at the same girl and imagine. Imagine her life, why was she in Korea? Why did she always sing sad songs? Maybe she was a student and this is how she made extra money, or was stranded here and needed to find funds for a plane back home. Or just she liked singing.

So many questions and thoughts and contemplations on the idea of a person, a person he didn't know. While he and Felix went actually into the studio to work he couldn't get her off his mind.

~~

Y/n though was very busy at work. It was hard to get people to notice you when you're in a larger body. At least notice you for the right reasons, notice the voice, the talent (as if). Southeast Asia had the beauty standard of a pin and people paid millions of dollars to fit it. The clothes, the almost infantilization of women? 'Cutesy' shit that made her skin crawl, she could dress like an idol, speak the language fluently, get her hair done at those fancy salons that give you tea; wouldn't be enough. So Y/n decided not to participate. She would sing, play guitar, and let that be the reason she was content. Be understood and heard through music. A couple months out of the year she visited a cousin who lived in Busan for work. Taking a week or so to visit Seoul it was her mission to live. Experience everything she could. That included what she normally did back home, just...here. Where Y/n would sing in front of a Starbucks or a dunkin, or dutch bros really whatever mall adjacent location would allow her to get a set in. Finding a cafe who agreed to let her perform on their property she set up. She just knew this wasn't a hot spot for tourism so felt comfortable in her ignorance if someone made comments she wouldn't super be able to understand them.

So she sang. Song after song not noticing at all the peering eyes from the man a floor above her.

Where Chris was watching. Dreaming of what she sounded like when she laughed, if she had a boyfriend or if he really should say hi to her...fate would have to decide as the rest of 3racha filed into the studio.

And so.....fate did decide.

~too be continued

[thelostgirl201]

My Headcanon's for Ogron

Born October 21st, 1175.

Born and raised in England.

Age: 835.

Height: 5 feet, 8 inches. With boots, he’s 5 feet and 11 inches (thanks to the heels).

Weight: 148.

Personality type: ENTJ.

Languages he understands and speaks fluently: English, Middle English, Latin, French, Spanish, Scottish and Irish Gaelic.

Fears: Death and not being in control.

Favorite drinks: Coffee and Tea. 

Favorite food: Steak salad with a breadstick on the side.

Favorite candy: Salted Caramel. 

Likes: Reading and little bonding games with his fellow Wizards. 

Dislikes: Cleaning the mess Anagan and Duman make when getting into a fight or when they plan to prank him or Gantlos. 

Bad habits: Smokes when stressed and drinks a lot of alcohol when overly stressed.

Good habits: He exercises and watches what he eats daily. He takes pride in his physical appearance and has very high standards for his health. 

Little Facts: 1. Has a strangely high pain tolerance.

                   2. He has light freckles on his face, which are extremely hard to see unless you get up close. 

                   3. When he gets hot, over-exerts himself, or blushes, his whole face, tips of his ears, the back of his neck, and his chest turns red. 

                   4. Ogron ties his hair up when doing paperwork to keep it out of the way and, on rare occasions, wears reading glasses.

                   5. Doesn’t care much for hot food and avoids it most of the time. 

                   6. Secretly finds Anagan and Duman’s antics amusing on rare occasions. 

                   7. He likes having coffee and chatting with Gantlos every evening since Gantlos is not a morning person. Technically, it's his second cup; he has one every morning.

Backstory: He had a noble wizard-priest father and a noble witch mother. His mother lovingly raised him, while his father was strict and abusive. They came from a noble magical bloodline. His parents agreed to delude their bloodline and planned to have Ogron married to a non-magical woman. Ogron refused to choose a woman. The fairies, angered by this, cursed his mother with a sickness that killed her. His father's anger and abuse got worse. He was soon betrothed to a lady his mother liked. His father set the arrangement up and Ogron chose to run away from it all. He doesn’t know what happened to his father, nor does he care. Their looks, blood, and faith in the Christian God were the only things that connected them. Ogron traveled to Ireland so he could stay with an old family friend. Yllidith took him in with open arms and met up with the future members of the Black Circle. 

[onegianthotmess]

Random Facts About Some of My TWST OCs

Celena is half beastman, but somehow didn’t get ears and a tail despite having many behavioral and a few physical traits of Dalmatians (clawed fingernails, fangs/sharp canines, spots/tear marks on her cheeks, energetic, keen sense of smell, yips/barks when excited or when she senses danger—just naming a bit of a list here)

Mealodie and Malleus were actually born as eggs at the same time, technically making them twins, but she took thirteen extra years to hatch from her egg

Miranda had a really hard time making friends as a child due to her family curse, so Vil was really the only friend she had until she started to learn to stop herself from blurting out her thoughts

Morel loves blood oranges so much that she has two of her own trees that grow blood oranges and she takes very good care of them

Lucienne can talk to plants and will have full on conversations with them without noticing the weird looks people give him

Yvette’s birth/given/dead name is Yaakov

Miranda’s hair is short because she tried cutting it herself when she was a kid, but fucked up and Vil had to cut it for her to fix it, so now she just has Vil do her hair and thinks he’d make a great hairdresser if he wasn’t already an actor/model

Celena is actually very fast and stronger than people think she is, despite her small size and she actually beat Jack in an arm wrestle and goes to the gym with both him and Vil

Morel can fluently speak German

Rayne is fluent in Dutch and Italian and only flirts with Jade in either of these languages purely because she���s too shy to flirt with him in English because then everyone else would be able to understand her (Jade doesn’t know what she’s saying either, but he knows she’s flirting with him and loves it)

Mealodie sometimes can’t sleep even though she wants to, so she will go to Lilia and ask him to read her a bedtime story like he did when she and her brother were young

Yvette has videos of Morel pole dancing while drunk and uses them as leverage to get Leona to do something whenever Morel isn’t around because she knows they have a thing for each other (And before anyone thinks that this means Leona pleasures himself while watching the videos, know that that is incorrect and he admires just how beautiful Morel is and is impressed because pole dancing requires stamina, strength, and a lot of training because of how difficult it is. Leona is a respectful boy who is constantly drunk on his respect woman juice)

Mealodie once shattered all of the windows and glass objects in Diasomnia because she got so lost in song while singing one day

Miranda will pick outfits for and do Vil’s makeup for him if he’s really nervous about an audition or performance coming up and will give him a kiss on the tips of his fingers on his left hand for good luck

Morel had a relationship in her second year of school at NRC and it lasted until she finally broke at the beginning of her third year because her then girlfriend was manipulative, emotionally abusive like her mother, and a cheater; this relationship made Morel a bit jaded when it came to love and have trust issues later on and it even negatively affected her relationship with Leona when he started openly, yet subtly, showing his interest for her

Celena never actually had any romantic relationship before she began dating Deuce; despite this fact, she had a rumored reputation of having several secret partners and this went so far that some guys and girls said that they actually dated her before, but Celena quickly disproved each of these false claims despite never completely shaking the rumors of having relationships before Deuce

Rayne has a subconscious fear of vases due to the fact that her mother smashed one over her face, almost completely blinding her left eye, when she was seven and Rayne only started going to therapy for this fear after she had a mental breakdown from seeing Floyd and Jade carrying vases to be set on the tables in the Monstro Lounge

Miranda always accompanies Vil to his performances and photoshoots because she wants to support him and his craft he’s so dedicated to and they get away with this due to the cover story of Miranda being a good friend who helps Vil out so they can keep their relationship (and the fact that Vil sees Miranda as a very loving and endearing good luck charm) secret from the public due to Vil’s massive fame

Mealodie actually has a cute little kitten sneeze and it’s even cuter because she blows a little smoke out whenever she sneezes, causing a cycle of two to three, sometimes four, kitten sneezes in quick succession due to the smoke tickling her nose

Lucienne heals up pretty fast from any injury thanks to his healing abilities, but he somehow stays sick for days on end on the rare occasion he does get sick and it baffles even his family

Yvette has made sleeping potions and slipped them in Crowley’s drinks a few times just so she could work in peace without having a giant mess to clean up afterwards

Celena found an old picture of Deuce with his bleached hair in his dorm once and she couldn’t stop laughing at it because full blonde hair was definitely NOT a good look for Deuce and now she uses it as ammo for arguments about outfits and hairstyles with him

Mealodie knows several old languages that aren’t spoken or widely known anymore, but she and Malleus speak in them whenever they want to talk about something private around other people and everyone is confused about it

When they were young, Morel would often put noise canceling headphones on Riddle and Rayne so they could sleep while their parents argued at night and Morel always covered her ears and tried not to sob whenever her parents had these fights because most of them were about Morel due to her having mandated visitations with her father every weekend because of her parents’ separation (though they’re still married for whatever reason-)

Lucienne can actually make flowers and trees and other plants grow and control them just fine without magic and when he’s asked about it, he simply replies “It’s just something that I do .”

Miranda was actually almost placed into Scarabia due to her gift of fortune telling and the Dark Mirror had to think for a moment before deciding to put her in Pomefiore due to her talents in potion making, value of appearance, and her love for Vil

Celena gets mad whenever anyone teases her about her body because, in her words, she is “fucking built like a stupid cereal box” and she hates it (her build is like a very petite hourglass, there’s some curve and a little boob, but not a lot)

Yvette fluently speaks Russian and Spanish and calls her father “Папа” (Papa) and her mother “Mami”

Mealodie always let Silver play with her hair when he was little and now she asks him to do it for her since he’s really good at it

Miranda can travel through almost any kind of mirror thanks to her family’s connection to the Dark Mirror and mirror magic in general and she accidentally jump scares everyone (except for Vil since he’s used to it) whenever she pops up after traveling through a mirror and into the room

[poemsfor-her]

Hey,

I really wanna study and do my best since this is my final year. And everyone has known me as a very weak person in studies because I always get very low marks all the time. I don't know what should I do. I just don't remember anything I study. No matter how much I try it is just so difficult for me. And none of my teachers teach nicely. Day after tomorrow I am having my physics exam and I am learning the important topics only but I tend to forget the formulas because there just soo many chapters and when I am going for solving numericals it's just soo different like all new kind of equations has been made very different from what I learnt. (I am looking at the notes I made and practising numericals coz even tho I studied I don't remember)

Can you please suggest me if I am wrong or any method so that I can become a good student and score good marks.

hello ♡

when i was younger i wasn't interested in studying. i had bad grades, low focus and i never studied because i never wanted to. Everyone saw me as a dumb girl that always gets bad grades, even my homeroom teacher. They thought of me so lowly that my teacher came to my mother and told her "i am thinking of putting your daughter on a special learning program" (that's a program that teachers teach some of their students who have a learning disability). Which is nonsense, since i fluently spoke english at that time, take into consideration that i was a 8-9 year old child that learned english on her own by the age of 5 with a family that knows but doesn't speak english. Time has passed and i've gotten new subjects and teachers. I've decided that i want to study. I studied, it was hard at first, since i wasn't used to studying therefore i forgot some topics a lot, but with repetition and studying constantly i managed to get an A in biology. I was the first one to get an A in my class. They expected an past straight A student to get it but it was me. I still remember their silly little faces full with shock and unbelief.

I started high school. First year spent far from home, was a solid student and i didn't like that place so i moved schools closer to my little town. Met bunch of friends, adapted their mindset about school and stopped studying.

My last year at high school, i decided that i want to further my education and to do that i need good grades. Now i am the best student in my class, i have only A's and teachers love me. Yes, people were yet again in disbelief but i don't really care. They will all probably live in their parents basement so their reaction isn't really important to me.

my tips:

— you aren't used to studying so that's why it takes you a little bit more to remember information.

— i have a post about studying techniques. check them out! (wrote that post just for you)

— learn a couple of days before your exam because taking in so much informations the day before your exam is overwhelming for the brain.

— do the pomodoro technique: study for 20 min and take a break for 5 minutes (don't use your phone while you're on the break)

GOOD LUCK 💗📖🏛 YOU CAN DO IT!

[lovebvni]

Heyyy, I don't speak English fluently, so forgive me if the translator gets something wrong :0

I've been in the shifting community since 2019, and I've never really shifted, just some unconscious experiences or memory lapses, I also faced depression during these years and that was one of my biggest reasons for being discouraged with everything, especially shifting, Basically nowadays when I try to shift, it's not like before, I no longer feel symptoms, I lose focus very easily, I can barely enter a state of meditation, it bothers me a lot, but I don't know how to change it, before it seemed easier for me😭I've tried millions of methods, I never shifted, but I still remain in faith because I feel very connected to my Levi, and I never want to give up on of him, sorry for the huge rant, but would you have any tips for me? anything, seriously... I just wanted to shift :( I honestly don't know what else to do

hii hon!!

and i totrallt get what u mean. the depression hits hard, but shifting rlly did change my perspective on everything.

i have proven to myself i’m stronger than my doubts and my sadness. just let it happen!! it will happen!!

all you need to do is hold on to hope, and that’s the best advice i have. other than that would be take a break from actually trying to shift, and even the playing field for ur mind and body.

i hope this helps u lovely!!

[gretheresa]

Hey could share some tips abt learning new Lang you seem to have good grasp by now and I m willing to start Korean so maybe some advice would really help I g.

Have a grt day :))

I would love to! My advice won't be too structured so please bear with me 😭💕

New Script

First things first your target language has a different script. Since you've written your ask in English I understand that you're familiar with the Roman script. Please understand this, when you're learning a language and it has a script you're not familiar with, drop everything and familiarise yourself with the script first. A lot of students tend to develop a tendency of relying upon the script they already know to be able to read the text of their target language(hereinafter mentioned as TL). I'm in my third year of studying Japanese. Japanese has 3 scripts. Students who didn't familiarise themselves with the Japanese scripts still rely on writing the pronunciations of words in English. The learning of the Korean script is not just limited to memorising the letters, but as far as I can remember, the positions of the letters also matter. Essentially, you need to know the script like the back of your hand. Since the Korean language has gained a lot of traction in the past few years, there are now a number of apps for you to practice writing the script and provides flashcards for you to retain the script.

Gather Study Material/Make a Study Plan

If you're planning on self studying, do extensive research, on YouTube, Tumblr, find other people who are learning the same TL as you are, ask them what resources they use. As far as a beginner is concerned, most platforms provide basic learning material for free. If you need to get a basic framework or a goal to work towards, look for the proficiency test of your language and if it is conducted in your country. For Korean it would be the TOPIK test if I'm not wrong. The lowest level is 1, highest 5. Jot down the syllabus or print it. And start researching on gathering the material to cover that syllabus. This way you won't feel like you're arbitrarily studying whatever you can get your hands on. It'll give you a goal to work towards. For TOPIK level 1, I believe you'll easily find free resources online.

Understanding Sentence Structure

Grammar structure that is whether your TL is a Subject+Object+Verb(eg. Japanese, Hindi, Korean) or a Subject+Verb+Object(eg. English, Chinese). If you already happen to know a language that has the same sentence structure as your TL, take that language as your base language to learn the TL.

Input vs Output

When you're learning a new language, there's two things happening. One is Input, the other is your Output. Input would include reading and listening and output would be writing and speaking. Please understand that it might be a while before you can fluently create output. When you're starting out, a great amount of input is needed to "create" output in your TL. And by create I mean being able to create sentences in your TL as opposed to creating a sentence in your native language and then translating it to your TL. Being able to intuitively, effortlessly create sentences, or think in a new language takes a LOT of input. Think of how long it takes babies to speak because they don't have a base language from which they can translate. They gather input for such a long time before they can string two words together. So don't feel disheartened when you sit down to write something in your TL but words just won't come to you. It's fine. Put your focus into gathering a lot of input.

Kind of Input to Look For

An important thing to consider when you're in your quest for gathering input, is to gather such input as would be useful to your level of understanding of the TL. Imagine if a lawyer started talking to a baby to increase the vocab capacity of the baby. it won't work. Find materials suited to your level. If you're a beginner read children's books, watch children's cartoons. The good thing about being an adult is that we can learn faster than a baby, so naturally we might progress on to intermediate level more easily than a kid but that doesn't mean we can skip the part where we have to read kid's books.

Overcoming the Intermediate Level Boredom/Lack of Motivation

The true problem arises when we're at a lower intermediate level. So now we know more than just the basics, but not enough to be able to understand our favourite shows or read the novels or comics we'd like to read. The solution is to remind yourself again, that lower intermediate level requires reading and listening to content of that very level. This is the one place I've seen so many students give up because language does get progressively harder from here. And most people who are relying purely on studying grammar and cramming vocab from a boring list tend to feel super burnt out. The solution is to read and especially read fiction. Fiction will naturally create interest in finding out what a particular word means. I've never managed to learn vocab from a list. It's tedious, boring and I always run the risk of ending up hating my TL. So read, and always read the stories suited to your level of understanding.

Same goes for listening. Immerse yourself in podcasts, youtube channels of your TL. Again at the level that suits you. Being able to understand something in your TL gives a confidence boost and motivates you to study more to be able to understand even more complex grammar, which is why I'm focusing so much on gathering input that is suited to your level of understanding of the TL.

This got a bit too long than I had planned😅 I hope this helps. I might add something later on. I'd love it if other langblrs would like to add to this.

Learning a new language is soooo exciting but you must MUST know that it requires a tremendous amount of patience. When you're starting out and feel frustrated that you're still not able to understand movies or books in your target language, remind yourself that you're the equivalent of a 6-7 year old student when you're studying the language and be kind to yourself as you would be to a kid. I hope I was able to help you out, sending all the love for your language learning journey💕

[ask-codeearasure]

The Outer Realms -- Chapter 11

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Chapter Eleven:

Trouble Trouble

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“A trickle of blood slid down his arm.

He felt nothing. He only saw it.

Because nothing hurt like missing her.

He suspected nothing ever would”

― Renee Ahdieh (The Rose & the Dagger)

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They had been inputting the counter-command in the scripts and world-code of the AUs one by one, and for who knows how long, which was a ridiculous concept to Ink, considering how many AUs had been destroyed. Woefully, he had thought this would be a quick assignment to finish, but either Error just loooooved taking his precious time, or there were still more AUs out there than previously assumed.

Ink thought he’d have that information down by heart, considering his role in the multiverse and all. He had even brought the remaining papers that miraculously survived this whole time, stashed safely away in the husk’s backpack Error had so generously given him.

But he truly, truly, could not comprehend why this was taking so long. Usually Error made quick work of destroying realities, especially the ones he hated with a burning passion. His whole thing was code, this and anomalies, that! So what was the hold-up in inputting one string of code?

The artist rocked back and forth on his heels with a little bit of an anxious jitter. They were in the Mainframe of Candytale, a layer in the very center of the universe that looked eerily similar to the Save-Screen, just without the game-like mechanics a Player is met with whenever they wanted to RESET a timeline. Surprisingly to Ink, Error didn’t know this layer existed, as his main process of destruction was destroying multiple timelines manually, creating a domino effect. But this was back in his more active days, where his obsession with erasing ‘anomalies’ was imperial to his own existence, or that was at least what he believed, and Ink never corrected him. Since they now had all this time to reflect, it was almost like Error’s sense of reason developed more and more in tandem with the amount of creators that had left. Ink recalled that at some point, Error claimed he could hear them, and while he didn’t quite believe him at the time, he was closer to amending that tiny bridge now, as uncomfortable as he was with that connection.

For the millionth time that hour, Ink stood on the tips of his toes, trying to look over Error’s shoulder at the process he had become hyperfixated with after the first two dozen AUs they’d been to. Or maybe it was twenty-seven AUs now. Ink lost count, and he doubted Error had been counting at all. 

“Soooooooo, howzitgoin so far?” Error simply grunted, then shifted one line of code at the top of his ‘screen’ to one of the middle categories.

“Error, I speak French, Japanese, and English fluently, but I’m not sure which language that is.” “It’s ‘leave me alone’.” “What kind of language is that?”

Error’s fingers paused in their current task, and the glitch’s eyes stared at the artist from the very corners of his visual range. Even with his glasses on, which Ink was pretty certain Error was due for a new prescription and had been for several years now, it was one of those deadly looks; the ones Error used on him and only him as a silent message to keep a ten foot distance. At least. And since Ink wanted to keep his spinal cord in-tact, he did as his royal highness demanded.

In fact, he made it an eleven foot distance, just to keep themself in Error’s version of ‘cooperative graces’.

“Okay, but seriously, what’s taking you so long?” Error made a noise that sounded like a cross between a complaining groan and one of his awful impressions of a dying eagle with Hepatitis C.

“It’s not what’s taking ME so long, it’s what that son of a BITCH did to this code!”

“Wait, what happened?” “He scrambled it to cover his tracks! Now I have to sort everything back in order before I input the counter-command! EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.”

Ink leaned back and covered his face with his hands, breathing in, then out. In, then out. Just who the fuck is this guy and why did he have to take Error’s ‘job’?

When the artist finished his counting and his breathing exercises, he wasn’t surprised to have come back to Error on the verge of grabbing the ‘screen’ and shaking the life out of it like everybody wants to do with a vending machine.

“Don’t do it, you might scramble the code all over again.” “GRR5677EASGHG235HGHGH901HDJD00J–”

“I know you’re at your wit’s end, you don’t have to curse at me!”

Ink met Error’s challenging snarl, his old rival’s red eyesockets filled to the brim with binary code they could not decipher, but they knew it meant Error was due for a break. “Okay! …okay.” The artist held up their hands in a signal of surrender. “You win.”

The taller skeleton sent a livid huff his way and rearranged the last bits of code. Ink watched as Error pulled the line of binary code out of his malfunctioning eyes, brushing it over the Mainframe’s ‘screen’, and it solidified over the new script. 

Then like the drama queen he was, Error stood up and stretched, triggering a sequence of popping joints as if he had been managing code for three months straight. It might look like a normal reaction to outside sources, but Error developed a talent of doing relatively normal things knowing that Ink knew it was a personal statement against him.

Ink gave him a blank look in response, the blankest one he could muster, then put a coy smirk on top of that.

Error rolled his eyes, “What now?” “Wanna go to Dreamtale?” “Why the fuck would I want to go there of all places?” “Well–” “It has no code to worry about, no redeeming qualities, and not ONE piece of chocolate to make my wasted time worth it!” “Let me rephrase. Would you like to annoy Nightmare with me?” Error’s sockets blew wide open, and his scowl flipped upside down into a sinister smile. Ink’s offer tickled him more than they predicted. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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Edelweiss and his friend were running as fast as their feet could take them. They had no choice but to run for their lives because if they didn’t they’d probably be tortured for – what could only be assumed – all eternity. They ducked and dodged as many of Nightmare’s tentacles were being swung at them. They were, thankfully, much faster than the goopy creature – likely thanks to the spear stuck inside of him. But it seemed that the bastard got a second wind.

“HOW?! FUCKING HOW DID YOU RUN OUT OF BULLETS?!”

Edelweiss looked at his friend as they ran, “I’M SORRY, KATAGMA, BUT IZANAGI STOLE ALL MY FUCKING WEAPONS – AMMO INCLUDED!”

Katagma glared at him before dragging him behind a building after a particularly harsh strike from the goo monster that knocked up a grand cloud of dust from the ground. Kata grabbed Edelweiss by his military coat and started shaking him as violently as he could, “THOU ART A FOOL! A HEATHEN! A FUCKING DONKEY! AN IDIOT SANDWICH! WHENCE WE GET HOME THOU ART FOR A WORLD OF CHAOS AND PAIN THINE MIND WON’T EVER COMPREND! A THOUSAND YEARS OF DESTRUCTION TO THINE WORLDVIEW!!!”

“I can sense your fear… I can almost T A S T E  IT.”

Kata froze, Edelweiss was too dizzy to respond.

“I  B L A M E  Y O U  F O R  T H I S.” growled Katagma.

“I can see zat…” Edelweiss groaned as he finally got his bearings.

Katagma knew fighting wasn’t an option for either person. Edelweiss and Nightmare by the way. He is thinking of fighting Edelweiss too. But he knew it wasn't an option. He’s heard that Nightmare could melt any weapon that dared touch him that wasn’t one made using Positivity magic. And all of those were left… Where, again?

Wait. He knew the answer to this riddle… He just needed to think.

“You both are so fucking dead, you know that right?” Chara snapped.

“Shut up, Chara.” said both Edelweiss and Katagma at the same time.

“We need to find a way to escape without dragging the bastard with us.” Edelweiss grumbled.

“KATA KNOWS THAT.” Katagma screeched as silently as he thought he could get away with.

The ground below them morphed ever so slightly, the darkness within their shadows sprouting forth. There was a gleam of yellow in the very center, but that was the only warning the two stooges got before Nightmare erupted from below them, ensnaring a tentacle around Edelweiss’s ankles and grabbing Katagma by the face, shifting in claws for the sake of an extra, agonizing grip. “I have indulged you for long enough.”Before either of them could get a word in, Edelweiss was swung into the air, then just as effectively slammed into the ground over and over again, gradually creating a crater with his name on it. Nightmare’s shadow only expanded from there, trapping the two in a miniature dimension of darkness, the only light being the spear embedded in Nightmare’s being. “I would love to see what makes you tick.” Nightmare tugged Katagma’s face ever closer, the phalanges of his other hand tracing a line from his prey’s temporal bone to the bottom of his mandible. The talons of the other hand dug into Kata’s face, a delicate, but slow process, for bones so thin… 

His captor’s face mutated and bent out of shape, stretching upwards and inwards until the top rounded, and the new sockets leering down at him took an all too familiar shape of innocence, nostalgia, and torment. His voice was fragile, blissful, but carrying a weight.

“Why did you hurt me, brother? I trusted you… looked up to you… L O V E D you… and death is how you repaid me…?”The distorted reflection of Papyrus inched closer, the stench of rotten apples, decomposing corpses, and dust invaded Katagma’s senses and vision. ‘Papyrus’s’ smile broadened, splitting his face in half, and whatever was left of the persona melted, starting from his skull and melting down his face. “I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!!”

The grip on Katagma’s skull fortified twice over with the impending threat of his head being crushed into dust second by ticking second, and with Edelweiss facing consequences for his actions, expecting help to arrive was but a fantasy drifting farther and farther away… a wonderland, so to speak…

Katagma refused to look at the nightmare, but it was hard to commit to the action. It was impossible to commit to the action. What was it that Asylumtale Toriel said once before….

Wait what was he trying to remem–

Doctor do you righ’? Still sick in the head?

Said the familiar ‘voices’ he often heard.

Killed everyone. No more relations. Even his brother. Has no one.

Who'd want 'im then?

No! Not this again! He thought he’d have a day of rest without this!

This demon started it all again!

Katagma clawed at his own skull through his hood, barely even scratching the claws that belonged to the demon, but hurting himself in an attempt to stop the voices but they kept up the torture.

Should’ve stayed at the loonybin.

How many years did it even take to give ‘im a prescription?

Never takes ‘em! Useless quest!

Katagma instinctively put as much magic that he could into his claws to scratch off the ITCHING, BURNING COLD claws that was currently grasping his face. A rumble of laughter boomed from Nightmare, his head returning to its usual shape and tilted at the squirming display right before him, a masterpiece of his creation and with so little provocation. Perhaps he should keep this one. The negativity it supplied him gave a distinct kick in power and satisfaction, a simple delight that would never quench his thirst. Nightmare watched his prey twist and writhe, digging his claws even further into its face inadvertently, but oh so deliciously.

Finally, he let the stray free, turning his attention to the gunman pinned to the ground, constricted by Nightmare’s force, and his alone.

Edelweiss was in fact, in immense pain. His HP however wasn’t affected much. He saw – though roughly due to being constantly slammed around like a child does with a stick – Katagma being tortured.

“We’re likely next, aren’t we…” Chara hissed.

“Yeah… we probably are…” Edelweiss said with a groan, he’d ask how long Katagma would take before finally snapping out of it, but that could either prolong his… friend’s torment, and maybe, just maybe give away their possible escape… should Katagma finally think of something.

Kata meanwhile was still scratching at himself through his hood as he was hearing an overwhelming chanting of voices he knew, recognized muttering to himself “they’re not there! They’re not real!” over and over again but was slowly dragged back further into his own madness. He thought he was finally going to have a lucid week, but no… no…

No.

Gratingly, Edelweiss was dragged across the gravel, then lifted upside down, meeting Nightmare face-to-face. The eldritch entity looked him over, then checked his STATS.

*CHECK.

*Sans “Edelweiss” von Gaster ATTACK: 1124.6 DEFENSE: 1109.9

*Is in immense pain constantly.

*DAMN IT, WEISS, IT'S BAD ENOUGH I HAVE TO BE STUCK HERE WITH YOUR DUMBASS. BAD ENOUGH THAT I HAVE TO BE STUCK WITH YOUR STUPID “FRIENDS” BUT NOW THIS! I ALMOST WISH YOU SHOT YOURSELF EARLIER.

*Chara… shut the fuck up right now or so help me, I’ll trap us in a room with Kata for the next YEAR.

“Fascinating… and to think all of you were the exact same…”

Nightmare glimpsed at Eldeweiss’ soul, and reached up to touch it like he did with all the others before this new specimen. 

This caused a ripple effect, a perpetual, depressing chill to cascade Edelweiss’s being, and for a moment, Chara’s presence seemed to have lifted, locked away into a detainment of Edelweiss’ mind. The grip on their target soul squeezed, and before Edelweiss could process it, he was overflowed with DETERMINATION, the viscous fluid draining out of his eyes, nasal, and mouth, choking his senses. The alien element corrupted him from the inside out, flaring at his joints, lashing at his being.

Nightmare, already bored, unceremoniously dropped the heap of DETERMINATION and leather, watching for any proceeding reaction. He honestly didn’t care if it lived or died, he could always get another one, but to say he wasn’t curious was a lie.

Edelweiss squirmed a bit during the entire process, and almost more once he was dropped. He couldn’t help but shield his own soul with his hands even though he knew it was useless, and he’d be hurting himself more if anything. But the agony he was in now thanks to the DETERMINATION was far worse than it had ever been before.

“YOU ABSOLUTELY WRETCHED, DISGUSTING CREATURE!” Chara yelled from the soul, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKING MISERABLE IT WOULD’VE BEEN TO BE STUCK INSIDE THIS LOON’S HEAD?! YOU ARE THE FUCKING WORST TRASHBAG THAT I’VE MET THANKS TO THIS SACK OF SHIT!”

“Wow, glad zou care about our survival. Means a lot…” Edelweiss managed, sarcastically. “But seriously… out of all za things ta do… zat?”

He was genuinely confused. Also, why was he the fascinating one? Katagma’s stats are something to behold. His level was incomprehensible! But seriously… Edelweiss was the one he found interesting?

“Oh wait, I remember, zou always toy with za Something New Stigmata…” Edelweiss mumbled to himself, but he didn’t care if Nightmare heard him. Suddenly, he felt like he was about to vomit. Realizing it's the stupid DETERMINATION, he spat out a large, boiling puddle of the black substance, the steam coming off of the puddle was evident of just how much it was burning him. Any hotter, and it probably could've been comparable to tar or even lava.

Stars, he hated it when that happened. He thought he was finally done with that shit, but no. No. He just had to go hunting a fucking hentai reject. He was starting to think that maybe, he just had the worst luck in the multiverse. He would test it out in a game of poker, but Klezmer always won. Always.

“Guess zou have favorites…” Edelweiss gave a quick smirk, obviously not very happy but just trying to annoy the entity.

Nightmare made no comment, yet the hauntingly beaming grin spread ever wider, putting Katagma’s typical quirky bullshit to shame. At once, the Lord of Negativity’s tentacles wrapped around Edelweiss’s body, engulfing him in nothing but freezing darkness, crushing him little by little. 

He wanted to know how this one functioned. 

—----

Error tore a rift open between Candytale’s Mainframe and Dreamtale’s surface, Ink hopping out ahead of him, Broomie in hand and prepared to start swinging.

Miraculously, as if Nightmare’s presence was destruction in and of itself, the place looked more like shit than either of them previously gave it credit for. Bullet casings littered the ground in some areas, the last of the buildings were rendered to moldy planks and bricks, Nightmare’s palace was on its last leg, and there were clearly signs of extra scuffle given the heaps of negativity that probably used to be the last few infected villagers. But the only thing either of them could detect for miles was the faint wind and the decomposing musk that followed Nightmare everywhere he went. Dude was practically a walking corpse and in desperate need of deodorant.

Ink lifted his left hand, signaling Error the coast was clear.

Usually, Nightmare’s attention was demanded whenever he could sense Error’s presence, but the fact he didn’t show any sign of interest in that was strange, if not alarming altogether. Out of all the times Ink and his friend made trips like this in the past, why now, when AUs were falling apart in quick succession? Did Error’s impostor manage to get Nightmare too, or was Ink just reaching for assumptions at this point? Dreamtale was unique in the multiverse considering its complete lack of code, and that extended to its natives. The worst Ink could fathom the other Error did was, psssh, he didn’t know–  string them up and hope they stayed put? “Think he might not be here?” Ink looked over his shoulder to Error, who was preoccupied with looping his strings in as many areas as possible.

Error didn’t return his gaze, tugging on one set of strings to make sure they were secure. He obviously had his own agenda, likely destruction-related. “No, he’s definitely here. Probably in the town area he likes ripping apart and building back together.” The glitch looked above them, over to the already collapsing palace. Oooh. Yeah, that thing needed to go. Ink ducked under the lowest arrangements of strings, plucking at a few like guitar strings, which gave him similar results to the real instrument. If Error didn’t dedicate his whole existence to wiping out universes, could he have been the next Daniel Wayne Sermon? What about George Harrison MBE? Neal Schon?

Welp! Since Nightmare could be literally anywhere else but right here, perhaps some of Ink’s own destruction was in order. The artist backed up from Error’s work and ran over to assess the other side of the collapsing of the vast fortress, painting whatever kind of bomb and grenade came to mind on the outside of the first floor, then waltzed right inside to hide individual pieces of dynamite in gaps in the walls, where missing bricks should have been, and the few antiques Nightmare bothered to collect from his thousands of tortuous escapades. 

As Error continued to weave patterns meant for complete demolition, Ink took care of the inside. The last thing he stuffed with explosives was the underside of Nightmare’s throne.

—----

KA-BOOM!

The eruption could be heard for hundreds of miles, sending rubble and debris into the sky with no particular destination in sight. The ground rumbled, if not reverberated the ground without issue, shrapnel, ashes, and flaring embers coating what once was Nightmare’s pride and joy, now rendered to soot, and at most, specks of cracked brick and slate. Not even the painted glass was spared.

A chunk of debris had impaled the ground two inches away from Katagma’s head, and even Nightmare himself whirled around in a bewildered frenzy, tugging a limp Edelweiss in his wake, to gawk at whatever that useless glitch could have done to his home. And the result was galling. 

Dragging his second victim along with him, Nightmare sank into the ground, saving his fury for the only one who could have been responsible for this range of destruction: Error.

—----

Ink and Error had taken cover in the Anti-Void, Error keeping Ink’s focus on the portal acting like a television, overlooking the results of their combined effort. 

At this point Error was well aware of Ink’s unfiltered fear of white voids and empty spaces, so the least he could do was throw a blanket over him and hold his head in place, keeping it pinned in just the right position where Ink had no other option but to watch, and surprisingly, that worked out! …Mostly.

“You know he’s gonna be hunting your ass like no tomorrow, right?” The artist nudged Error with his elbow. “Please, like he has access to my Anti-Void.”

Ink shrugged, then watched as the portal refocused on Nightmare, whose body expanded and boiled, struggling to contain his compounding vexation. The one thing that stood out, though, was a golden spear sticking out of his chest, refusing to budge with whatever wild movement Nightmare made.

Then another sight made itself known, an odd-looking Killer was being hung upside down by the monster. He cackled at the destruction, “Wow! Zomeone really hates you, don’t zhey?”

 Error cackled at the sight. If only there were more castles they could have destroyed, then the entertainment would never end! Ink hummed, and shifted one of his pinned arms to get his partner-in-crime’s attention. “Psst! Zoom in on that guy!” “Which one?” “Killer?” Using the portal like a tablet, Error drew his fingers farther apart, expanding the visual on Killer, then raised a brow. Whoever made a change in his wardrobe, he looked like shit. Ink was allowed to lean forward, squinting at the ‘screen’. They bit the tip of their tongue, picking up fragments of dialogue between Nightmare’s shrill roars of unbridled outrage. Was that a German accent? “That ain’t Killer. Killer’s Arabic, he doesn’t talk like that.” “Huh.” Error zoomed out their view to normal. “Figured. He’s uglier than the real one.” Ink attempted to look up and narrow his eyelights at him, but Error shoved their face back in place and tightened his grip. 

They huffed, having no choice but to focus on the stranger now. Then a thought hit him. “Think we should help them?” “And get caught by Nightmare? Not a chance.” “What if I distract him and you get them? Hang them somewhere in here or something?” Error clicked his tongues, a quiet, but disagreeing sigh slipping out from between his teeth. His weight shifted behind them, calling over a pair of strings that carried another one of his plushies. He switched out his Classic Sans for an Underfell Sans, then pressed its chest to the side of his head with his shoulder like it was a phone. “Ink suggested the craziest thing I heard from him today. What’s the catch? … uh huh…”

The bigger skeleton crossed his legs, further trapping Ink in place. The artist sucked a breath in, daring not to move. They watched as Nightmare snarled in his hostage’s face, then slammed them into the ground face-down.

“I already told them the risks, but they insist!” Error stressed into his ‘phone’, eyeing the scene as well but definitely not putting any importance in it. “Ooohhh, I see… he should really get that checked out!” Ink rolled his eyes, then something black with light purple and blue accents caught his attention. He almost sprang to his feet, but Error roughly pulled him back into place, continuing to yap into whatever company he thought was on the other end of the stuffed alternate. When Ink continued to wiggle in his grasp, Error pulled off the makeshift hood and yanked him by the back of his scarf. “The fuck is your problem???” “There’s someone else there! Zoom in again!!!”

Error growled and apologized over his ‘phone’, leaning over to zoom in at the top of the portal’s ‘screen’. Ink gasped, attempting to point at the still blurry figure, but now its presence was obvious and believable. The figure was clearly in the middle of an episode, like most of Nightmare’s victims ended up trapped in when he had his way. They were in distress, curled up on the ground, holding, clawing, and scratching at their face, but it was unintelligible of what they were saying, if anything at all. As far as Error’s portal could tell, they were definitely screaming, but details were short otherwise. The hood covering their head covered whatever else they were experiencing. If Ink had a soul, it would be shuddering. The artist leaned back, the back of his skull barely brushing Error’s chest, but the sound of his own soul pounding against his ribcage was indicative that he felt similarly. Probably for other reasons, but the secondhand distress was apparent. He let Ink look up at him. “You don’t have to go with me, but I really want to help them.” Error stared daggers at them, but the protector of the AUs held the stare with just as much determination. The glitch finally had to relent, exhaling a noise that was a mix of a sigh and a threatening rattle. “Fine. But if Nightmare rips you a new one, don’t come crying to me!” “That won’t be an issue!” A layer seemed to peel off the portal, allowing for travel. In an instant, Ink jumped through, and the layer was reapplied behind him with a quick zip! 

Since their view was from the sky, Ink swung Broomie, brushing a suspended splatter right below him. —----

They resurfaced, squeezing themself out of the ever-smaller puddle of blood and materializing right beside the shaking victim, who he now realized has resorted to mumbling distorted statements to themself in an effort to cope with the pain Nightmare put them through. Stars, this was risky. Soothing emotional damage wasn’t exactly Ink’s thing, but Dream was MIA. He didn’t exactly have another option. He took a breath in, shutting out the screeching of Nightmare’s distant rampage, and lightly tapped the victim’s shoulder. “Hey– hey, can you hear me?”

“No more! No more voices! Bad! Bad!” Katagma pounded a fist against his own head, whimpering as he did so at full force, splatters of blood and violet tears dripping from his face. “No more! Too many! Too…. too many… no…”

Wait… that wasn’t a voice he recognized at all. And he had felt a tap….

Could that be…

He froze like a statue.

Ink mimicked the stranger’s body language, freezing himself and mimicking their exact facial expression. He was tempted to laugh, perhaps to break the tension, but last time he did that while one of Nightmare’s victims was only halfway out of their episode, the reaction only added to the prior damage.

Instead, the artist worked on softening his expression, then scooted a little backwards to give the new person space. He allowed himself to smile a little bit, eyelights blinking between red and purple squares to blue and green triangles. “Can you stand? I can get you out of here.”

Kata finally looked at Ink. He stared for a moment, before suddenly… vanishing. He was gone in an instant before appearing to Ink’s right and giving him a skeptical look, as though Ink was the strangest thing he had ever seen in his life. He acted as though the damage he had done to himself wasn’t even there at all. Not flinching at all with the way he tilted his head before just… batting at Ink’s head as though he was a cat and Ink was some sort of ball or puppy that the cat had never seen before and was testing the waters, all the while the world around them began to change.

It was rather clear that it was illusion magic, making the world look as though the trees were made of crystals and mushrooms, and the grass changed from the dark green it was a second ago to a neon teal. There were a few doors and keyholes in some of the trees.

How Ink was the strangest thing to Katagma was a mystery to everyone but Katagma himself.

The artist crossed his eyes at the other skeleton’s swatting, and slowly raised one of his own hands to swat back, but didn’t get the chance. The sudden switch in environment, however fantastical, immediately stole his attention. Ink sprang to his feet, tempted to pick up Broomie as a just in case measure, but he didn’t want to scare the victim further. 

His toes dug into the grass below him, and he was perplexed by this development, considering where in the multiverse they actually were. Ink proceeded to blink multiple times, like he was trying to get an eyelash out of his eyesocket, then rubbed his eyes with his hands and sleeves. No change. “Holy shit…” He turned back to the victim, a happy blush forming in the shape of multicolored freckles on his cheeks. “Did you do this? It’s so pretty!”

Katagma snickered at the question and complement but then got a sinister grin. One that put the Cheshire Cat to shame, then he proceeded to disappear… except for his smile momentarily, which just disappeared after a second. He appeared in one of the trees hanging upside down, kicking his feet in the air, despite the possibility of falling off head first. Holding a bright golden, glittering apple. He tossed it into the air above himself and then caught it repeatedly. Why wasn't he speaking despite doing so earlier? Only he knew why. He then pointed up, before launching the apple directly into the portal that Ink had jumped out of initially. How he tore into the portal was a mystery.

Katagma laughed before disappearing and reappearing behind Ink with another of the golden apples. Where was he getting them?

—----

Occult was crushing up more arrows for Dream, who was still in fairly critical condition. He looked over and saw the glittering apples being stolen from a very familiar gloved hand. He shook his head and smiled.

“He’s having fun…”

—--------

Who knew…

Ink shook his head, unmoving in his current position. His confusion only grew, but what really shocked him was how the other skeleton was producing golden apples that looked so similar to Dream’s soul, Ink’s mind could only drift to one thing, and that was the guardian of positivity himself. Quickly, his eyelights turned a pale lavender, one a circle and the other a rhombus. “I– uh. Where are you getting those?” Katagma snickered, “I don’t really need a weathervane to tell me which way the wind blows…”

He tossed the apple to Ink before crouching down, reaching into a hole just under a tree’s roots and pulling another golden apple out of it. “But one does think your friend should be looking in his eyesocket! One might find another in there.”

He snickered to himself, finding the fact funny. He pulled out from the ground a pot of tea and a tea cup that were oddly completely and perfectly clean. So much so that they had a reflection. He then disappeared again and was leaning against another tree and pouring the tea upside down, but somehow the liquid went directly into the cup instead of realistically, spilling everywhere.

The artist caught the apple, holding it to his chest almost protectively, doing a double take between the cursed fruit and the illusionist. Was this a message? A threat? What happened to Dream? 

Ink felt his bones shudder at the thought of all the things that could have happened to his friend. Apprehensively, his eyes locked on the illusionist, his hand reaching back to grab Broomie. “Where is he?”

Their current train of thought was disrupted, the illusion cracking at the hinges as a black, rancid appendage shot out from behind the artist and curled itself around him, then began to squeeze in quick succession. It kicked a wheeze out of Ink, and for that moment, all he could do in his current predicament was hold the apple away from the surface of Nightmare’s goop. “I am asking the same question.”

Ink tightened his grip on the apple as the illusion continued to drop to a halfway point, the deteriorating environment of Dreamtale slipping back into reality. The chill of Nightmare being so close nauseated him in the heat of the moment, and any attempt at squirming away landed Ink’s body in a devastating, crushing grip. “What makes you think I’d know? Dream’s been MIA for weeks now!” “Is that so?”

Nightmare craned his neck to match Ink’s gaze. His sight landed on the apple and his socket widened beyond what should have been possible, but then settled not a second later. Perhaps even he could tell something didn’t add up here.

“What is THAT!?”“What is what?” Nightmare burst out in a fit of laughter, carried only by his aura of hunger and malice. His stare pinned Ink in place, a weasel caught red-handed. “Tsk tsk… Have you become so negligent in your survival that your friends got involved in the crossfire?”“Ergh… what are we talking about?” That earned him another dangerous squeeze, punching the strength out of his ribcage. They swore they heard a few small cracks, the punishment bordering on painful. “You should know better than to play stupid with me, Ink! After all, there must be a reason why you have been so… a l o n e  recently…”Ink’s body began to shiver, nausea building up in his throat. He wasn’t alone, he had Error! And a few other people as well, he just hasn’t spoken to them in like, a month or two? He wasn’t isolated! “Not with your  f r i e n d  having destroyed everything you stand for and all, I would assume your presence is outdated.”Another, thinner tentacle curled around their wrist, reaching for the apple in their hand. The artist made another desperate attempt to move, on the verge of pleading if that would make Nightmare stop. “NO, DON’T–” Cobalt strings erupted from the sky, wrapping around Ink’s black cocoon and yanking them upwards, dragging Nightmare up along with them. Error’s strings cut through Nightmare’s tentacles, securing a grip around Ink’s body directly, but their adversary wasn’t finished in his enraged pursuit. Nightmare hissed, unphased by Error’s intrusion, but his intentions were clear. For whatever reason he had, he wanted that apple, and only Ink had an idea as to why, and he didn’t want himself or his friend to die just yet– perhaps not ever. Ink freed his other arm and grabbed an unused handful of Error’s strings, tying them around the apple’s middle and tugging on it to provoke said strings to pull back. 

Around them, Dreamtale shook. Ink grabbed the strings around him, attempting to pull himself up, but Nightmare and Error continued in their intense game of tug-of-war between them. A tentacle scored a place around Ink’s mouth, the taste of what he could only describe as expired, unseasoned applesauce and mold filled his senses, and before he could stop himself, inky vomit forced itself out of him. Ink erupted in a fit of coughing and tortured wheezes, engaging in a lopsided fist-fight with the tentacle to rip it off his face. They heard Error cursing. Some of his strings had snapped, infuriating him even further. “YOU WANT IT SO BAD, YOU FUCKING BOZO!? HERE!”

Error tore a golden apple out of his skull, his head twitching and buzzing with glitches and errors orbiting his person. He chucked the fruit down, scoring Nightmare square in the face before Ink could yell at him to reconsider his choice in throwable objects. “ARE YOU HAPPY YET, MOTHERFUCKER!? ONE DAY I WILL RIP OFF YOUR TINY FUCKING HEAD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!!!”

Miraculously, Nightmare’s grip on Ink slipped away. The guardian of negativity reached up to grab at his head as if he had just been slapped into the next millennia, but Ink knew Error’s threats to him weren’t responsible for such a reaction. Nightmare couldn’t care less about whatever Error wanted. It had been like that since they first interacted. But then Nightmare began to scream again, this time out of agony instead of rage, and he dropped from the sky. Error gave a prideful cackle as he tugged Ink back into the Anti-Void, collapsing the portal behind them.

—--------

Meanwhile, Katagma watched the entire thing, eating a piece of strawberry cake that he had gotten… somewhere. He watched as Nightmare fell, crashed into the ground below and squirming in agony. Ah, was it satisfying; pure bliss to his nonexistent ears! Nightmare’s suffering had also caused the grasp on Edelweiss to loosen, allowing the soldier to escape. Edelweiss ran to Kata and said, “Letz get out of here!”

Kata nodded and opened the door on the crystal tree he was leaning against, grabbed the gunman by the collar, and tossed him through the door before casually walking through.

The illusions in Dreamtale faded from existence, bringing it back the reality of ruination that it had originally been in.

—---------

Ink pressed one of Error’s knitted blankets to his face, not to wipe off the grime left behind by Nightmare’s touch and his own vomit, but to keep himself grounded while in an extensive, blank space. The artist’s body shook with panic and nausea he couldn’t properly express, falling over to his side and curling tightly around himself. 

Error had other ideas, having taken off Ink’s backpack while he was preoccupied, lifting out the vials he had taken from that creature back in the Doodlephere. He clicked his tongues in disappointment, seeing that they were all still mostly filled. “I thought I told you to drink your stupid potions.” Ink remained silent, the only sound between them being the artist’s harsh breathing. The glitch rolled his eyelights, summoning some strings down to toss them into what he called the “Abomination Square”, which was a small corner of the Anti-Void where Error kept whatever Ink forgot to take back with him after he followed him back home, then consistently forgot to throw back in his face whenever the idiot showed up again.

Error personally tossed the backpack into the little shelter after the artist, then closed its cardboard door. God damn, it was nothing short of ugly. At least Error didn’t have to look at it every day. He went to open another portal and switch through the few dozen AUs that remained, hoping to find something as entertaining as the now-destroyed Undernovella. Rest in peace. He could not BELIEVE his impostor did that, and Outertale was gone too, so it wasn’t like he could take a break for sight-seeing’s sake while Ink pulled himself back together.

Not once had Error considered he would despise a work of destruction in his career of being a destroyer himself, but here he was, seething over the loss of at least two things that brought him joy.

Wait, was Underfell available? No? FUCK! FUCK THIS. That was the only universe that had the one flavor of spicy chocolate he had been craving for days now, and that had been stripped away too! Error ground his teeth together, tempted to go hunt down this other him by himself, perhaps rip that piece of shit a new pelvis on his forehead, but a sob interrupted that train of thought. He would have missed it, if it wasn’t for the Anti-Void’s echoing effect. This wasn’t even a cave, but since when did anything make sense here? Was he the one crying? Error touched his face, but felt nothing out of the ordinary, so it must be Ink. 

He crouched down to the entrance of the artist’s dumb little corner and opened the sad excuse for a door. “Oi. What’s your problem?” Ink paused, having pulled the blanket over his shoulders in an attempt to comfort himself. He had been rummaging through his backpack, and it looked like he was sorting through the papers he had taken from the Doodlesphere. The artist didn’t look Error in the eye, but tilted his head in the direction of his friend’s voice. “I’m just… thinking.” “That’s a first.” “Not– not that kind of thinking, Error.”

“Then what? I’m not going back to the Doodlesphere.” “Not the Doodlesphere either. I just…” Ink hesitated, then sorted the papers into an alphabetical pile and used Broomie to make a folder for them. “...is Dream dead?” “What?” “Don’t make me repeat it–” Another wave of tears dripped from their eyesockets, and they used the blanket to wipe them away.

“That other skeleton had golden apples, and- and Dream’s soul is a golden apple. And it’s… the last one, too…” Error made himself sit down, still hovering right outside the shelter. His brows furrowed, then he frowned. Last golden apple? Clearly, that wasn’t true. That illusionist anomaly had more than one, and one of them was planted into his eyesocket! The glitch grimaced at the memory of what that felt like, but kept his silence a moment longer. “And then you threw that apple at Nightmare and maybe all positivity is gone now, and-, and maybe the multiverse will collapse at any second!” Error barked a laugh, and Ink turned to face him. “I’m serious, Error! We might just be fucked here!” “Naahhh.” “The fuck do you mean by ‘NAAAAHHHH’, this is your fault!” “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA—” “Why you–!” Ink leaped out of the shelter, tackling Error with as much force as his smaller body could manage. His friend froze, but then struggled against him in an attempt to throw him off. Ink hung on anyway, a few French curses slipping out when one of Error’s fists nabbed him in the cheek. When Error’s strings yanked him off, Ink had almost taken Error’s scarf and coat with him, but they were ripped out of his hands. The taller skeleton hissed at him, his eyesockets blinded with code. He was on the cusp of a REBOOT, but powered through it out of spite. “HE ISN’T DEAD, YOU FUCKING MORON!” He summoned down the collection of strings tied around a golden apple, the one Ink had sent up after him when Nightmare was an impending issue. An overgrown cockroach no one had the brains to kill off yet.

And just to drive his point home even more, Error snatched the apple out of its bindings and took a bite out of it. Ink stared at him in shock, all the words he prepared to throw at the destroyer were lost, leaving his mind a blank, but an astonished piece of paper. Then, Error’s face twisted, like he had just bitten into an overripe durian instead, and spat out his mouthful of apple with a gag, his five tongues flying out just to emphasize how disgusting it must have tasted to him. It was too sweet, and he felt some kind of energy flow its way into his cranium, mixing with his current desire to rip off Ink’s arms and beat him to death with them. Ink released themself from the strings, keeping their eyes trained on the display before them more for sanity’s sake than anything else, but one look at Error’s mixed up face was glorious. As if he wasn’t horrified and mourning just a minute ago, Ink burst out laughing, snorting when not enough of the noises found a clean way out. He sounded like a cartoonish hyena, and any attempt to make himself stop was met with a more intense push to keep laughing.

Error growled in complaint and humiliation, “STOP LAUGHING!” “I C-C-C-CAAHHAHAHAN’T!!” “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” “SNNNNNRRRRRKKKKKKK— HEHEHEHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAH—” Ink’s cheeks became acquainted with tears once again, falling to his knees and hugging his damaged ribs close, giggling to the point he couldn’t form a coherent thought. Error’s fists clenched on nothing, suppressing these new, alien urges that must have come from that apple. Did he want to hug that guy?? Seriously? He would rather strangle him! The tips of his claws dug into his palms as he sucked in a breath of embarrassment, but the more he pushed away the idea, the more intense it got, and the more he flustered.

His body acted without his direction, taking one step after the other against his will. 

Ink only continued to giggle and sputter, his ribcage beginning to flare with tingling pain. He couldn’t focus on anything but the visual of Error’s fucked up face, his tears blurring his vision until all Error was was a dark blob contrasting against the white floor, but slowly getting closer. Was this the end? Did Error finally get sick of him?

Being crushed against his friend’s chest was the last thing they expected, or even really put on the table of things Error could have done. Ink didn’t know if he should hug him back or freeze, but something about it finally forced his laughs of pain to die, replaced with confusion and a lot of concern. Error HATED physical contact unless he initiated it, so maybe in this case it was fine? But he didn’t do well in the face of another person’s emotional distress either. BEEP. BEEP.

Oh! There it was! 

Ink scrambled out of Error’s arms as fast as he could, then assessed how bad this REBOOT was from a safe distance. Error’s body was glitching out more than usual. If Ink hadn’t witnessed reactions like this before, he would have thought this was a mutated way of transforming into a final boss, but thankfully he’s seen this enough to understand this was Error’s way of coping with immense amounts of stress. “Uh….” Ink dashed back to the shelter before Error could wake back up, closing the cardboard door behind him and snatching Broomie back up from the floor, cuddling the overgrown paintbrush like it was the last thing he could count on.

He should probably… update his little ‘corner’. It was in need of too many updates. Yeah. Until Error was functional again, that’s what he was gonna do, then they’d go back to de-programming those universes.

[orphicparadox]

Introduction

Hello everyone! My name is Paradox, but you can call me by my username as well. I'm fourteen years old, so please keep my age in mind when interacting with me.

I live in Australia, and my cultural background is South Korean, so I can speak both English and Korean fluently. Oh, and I am also currently trying to learn Latin. (Key word: Trying)

My dream career is to work in the medical field, but I am aware that this is an ambitious goal and I am probably nowhere near smart enough to get into pre-med.

What do I like to post?

Rambles about my day.

The occasional exam results.

Study tips I find helpful.

Interesting but random facts.

Spontaneous reading logs.

What do I like?

Literature, with a preference for dystopian classics.

Chemistry, astronomy, and biology enthusiast.

Being productive to procrastinate on something else.

Going down a Wikipedia rabbit hole for literally hours.

Talking to people and learning about various cultures.

What do I not like?

Homework. Well, any project with a deadline.

People who can't have respectful conversations.

I also struggle the most with Math and Latin.

[worldpoliticsreviews]

Florida Immigration News: What You Need to Know

Introduction

So, you’ve been hearing a lot about immigration in Florida lately, right? New laws, more restrictions, and a lot of heated debates. But what’s really going on? And how does it affect people living in Florida?

Let’s dive into the latest Florida immigration news and break down what it means for immigrants, residents, and the community. We’ll keep it simple, straightforward, and to the point.

What’s New in Florida Immigration?

The immigration scene in Florida is changing fast. New laws and policies are being put in place that affects everyone—from new arrivals to long-term residents.

Here’s a quick rundown of what’s been happening lately:

E-Verify for Jobs: Florida now requires employers to use E-Verify to check if their workers are legally allowed to work. This affects hiring across many industries.

Tighter Residency Rules: New rules make it tougher to prove you live in Florida, which can impact everything from school enrollment to getting a driver’s license.

Law Enforcement Involvement: Local police are now more involved in enforcing federal immigration laws, which has increased deportations.

How Are These Changes Affecting People in Florida?

These new laws aren’t just headlines—they’re affecting real lives. For many immigrants and their families, things are getting tougher.

What’s the Impact?

Jobs and Employment: With the new E-Verify requirements, some businesses are struggling to find workers, especially in sectors like farming and hospitality.

Housing Issues: Uncertainty about immigration status is making some people hesitant to buy homes or invest in property. This has created a bit of a ripple effect in the housing market.

What Do These New Policies Mean for Immigrants?

For immigrants, the stakes are high. The new rules make life more complicated, especially for those who are undocumented or in the process of getting their status sorted.

Key Points to Understand:

More Deportations: There’s been an uptick in deportations, even for those who have been in Florida for years and have built their lives here.

Increased Scrutiny: With more checks and balances, undocumented immigrants face greater challenges accessing basic services and staying under the radar.

Navigating the Immigration Maze

Let’s face it—dealing with immigration laws isn’t easy. It’s confusing and stressful. But there are ways to make it a bit smoother.

Tips to Keep in Mind:

Get Legal Help: There are plenty of organizations in Florida that offer free or low-cost legal advice. Don’t go through this alone.

Stay Informed: Laws change fast. Keep up with the latest updates so you know what’s happening.

Keep Records: Keep all your documents in order. It’s boring but super important.

Challenges Immigrants Face in Florida

Moving to a new place is hard enough. Now add in the new laws and it becomes even tougher for immigrants in Florida.

Biggest Hurdles:

Access to Services: From healthcare to education, proving eligibility can be a real headache.

Language Barriers: Not everyone speaks English fluently, and that can make accessing services or understanding legal rights even more challenging.

Success Stories: Immigrants Making It Big in Florida

It’s not all bad news. Many immigrants are thriving in Florida, showing resilience and determination.

Examples of Success:

Starting Businesses: From local restaurants to tech startups, immigrant entrepreneurs are making their mark.

Community Support: Strong immigrant communities are providing support networks that help newcomers find their footing.

Florida’s Take on Federal Immigration Laws

Florida’s approach to immigration doesn’t always match up with what’s happening at the federal level. It can get pretty confusing.

Key Differences to Note:

Florida is taking a tougher stance than some other states.

There’s ongoing debate within the state about whether this is the best approach.

Support Organizations for Immigrants in Florida

Luckily, there are a lot of organizations stepping up to help immigrants navigate these tough times.

Top Picks:

Florida Immigrant Coalition: Provides legal aid and community support.

American Immigration Council: Offers resources and advocacy for immigrants.

The Business Side of Immigration in Florida

Immigrants play a huge role in Florida’s economy. Many businesses depend on immigrant workers and are advocating for fairer immigration practices.

Why It Matters:

Labor Force: Many industries rely on immigrant labor to function, especially agriculture and hospitality.

Business Advocacy: Some business groups are pushing back against stricter immigration laws, arguing they hurt the economy more than they help.

How Immigrants Boost Florida’s Economy

Immigrants aren’t just living in Florida; they’re contributing significantly to its economic growth.

Economic Contributions:

Workforce Diversity: Immigrants fill critical roles in various industries.

Entrepreneurship: Immigrant-owned businesses are thriving, creating jobs and stimulating local economies.

What’s Coming Next for Immigration in Florida?

So, what can we expect in the future? Things are still up in the air, but here are a few things to keep an eye on:

What to Watch For:

Policy Changes: With elections on the horizon, immigration policies could shift again.

Advocacy Efforts: Groups continue to fight for more compassionate immigration reforms.

Getting Ready for Potential Reforms

If you’re an immigrant in Florida, being prepared is key. Here’s what you can do to stay ahead:

Steps to Take:

Stay Informed: Make sure you know what’s going on with immigration laws.

Seek Legal Help: Don’t be afraid to ask for advice from professionals.

Get Involved: Join local immigrant support groups and community organizations.

Legal Help for Immigrants in Florida

Finding the right legal help can make a world of difference.

Where to Look:

Legal Aid Organizations: Many offer free or low-cost services to help immigrants.

Community Clinics: Often run by universities, these clinics can provide valuable assistance.

Conclusion

Florida’s immigration landscape is complex and ever-changing. Whether you’re directly affected or just want to stay informed, it’s important to keep up with the latest news and understand the impact on your community.

Remember, if you’re an immigrant in Florida, there’s help out there. Stay informed, get the support you need, and keep pushing forward.

FAQs

1. What are the new immigration laws in Florida? Florida has introduced stricter E-Verify requirements for jobs and tougher rules for proving residency.

2. How can immigrants find legal help in Florida? Organizations like the Florida Immigrant Coalition offer free or low-cost legal services.

3. What rights do immigrants have in Florida? Immigrants have the right to legal representation and protection from discrimination, among other rights.

4. Are there organizations that support immigrants in Florida? Yes, several organizations provide support, including legal aid, community resources, and advocacy.

5. How do immigrants contribute to Florida's economy? Immigrants contribute through their roles in the workforce and as entrepreneurs, boosting local economies.

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The Outsiders Personalities Based on my opinion <3

Ponyboy:

He would probably be that one kid who would tell the teacher that there was homework and have a room full of opps.

Hates Steve with all his heart because hes jealous asf.

Would be like the made in romania kid (he prolly is)

Canonically smokes the most out of the gang, but he uses a penjamin because he thinks its “safer”

Is in orchestra and plays cello

Smoke seshes with Johnny😩

Speaks Romanian fluently, refuses to speak hebrew.

Adding on to the last one, the curtis’ just say all the prayers in english during holidays so the rest of the gang can understand, and because they don’t like hebrew in general.

Wore Adidas when he was younger. No questions.

Has atleast went to Romania ONCE.

Johnny

The quiet, but defensive hufflepuff.

If people ask him to say something in either spanish or thai, he’ll just say a bad word to embarrass them.

Has a better relationship with his dad than his mom (not canon)

Him and dally are like this🤞🏽no crosses count.

ALWAYS SINGS RANDOM THAI SONGS OUTTA NO WHERE

Theres this weird thing that he has (i have it too) where he could show his talents to a audience of people, but not in front of a small group.

So i can see him kind of spacing out while trying to sing for the gang.

Knows Muay Thai, so thats very useful to him for fighting socs.

Smokes pot just because.

Sodapop

Is constantly called “Soda-bop” from socs, and even Steve.

Takes band or orchestra

Takes Jewish cantor classes every Thursday bc he cant do it on Shabbat.

He always won first place in a cantor competition, and people even started hiring him for weddings.

Can also speak romanian, but speaks Hebrew for his classes.

People unfortunately are prejudice against him for being jewish, so he lies and says he’s atheist. He regrets it a lot.

His Bar Mitzvah was very festive, and he was lifted up on a chair😀

Girls and guys come up to him constantly for either beauty tips or falling in love with him.

He’s a gryffindor. Constantly boasts about it.

Says “what the sheol” on a daily basis.

Steve

Contrary to popular belief, he can actually cook.

He’s very bitchy when it comes to cars

He loves them more than Soda

Was the type to have car posters in his room as a kid

He wasn’t available on Fridays because of Jummah (iykyk)

Hides his relationship with Soda from his parents and sister

Not really family oriented (toxic parents)

Would be in band or orchestra in school

Hes a big back when it comes to Bastani and Ghormasabzi (IM MAKING GHORMASABZI)

His gay awakening was Soda. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Has the best comebacks for haters

Calls sunglasses Hater-Blockers😭

Almost fought Pony at school one time and Soda had to stop them

Two Bit

He’s the type to eat paint chippings and get Lead Poisoning as a kid.

People dont believe hes 🇧🇷🇨🇺

Only makes food from a air fryer because he’s not trusted with a stove

Almost burned his house down when trying to re-fry french fries from mcdonald’s(you probably know the consequences).

Plays accordion and lets his sister sing with him for funsies

But plays trombone in band so he can be with Steve

The gang was calling him Two-Bitch, but pony was on his horse period and called him No-Bitch for fun. Two Bit swore it was on sight while the rest of the gang was laughing.

Has SOME rizz, but doesnt like to use it to his potential.

Pranks all of Tulsa by becoming a elf and running around scaring kids.

Drinks and smuggles Cuban cigars and Brazilian beers in the curtis house. Darry banned him from the house for a week.

Dallas

The original super senior

WHERE MY HUG AT???

Lemme take you to ur class😭

He has a cat name Mau Mau Winston the First and he wont let the gang touch her.

Thats his daughter dont fw her😡

He would let that cat do anything😭

FRAGILE MASCULINITY.

He’s actually a good dancer, HE GOT LIQUID HIPS.

Actually hates his dad with a burning passion (besides P-philes) and loves his mom. Hes a mamas boy.

Since hes also arab, I can see him cussing out the gang in arabic.

Watches Kai Cenat on the daily

🟧⬛️⭐️ obsessed

Was called Buster Cherry in New York

Tries to get people into fights for fun.

Darry

Literal husband material

Would literally be the best dad in the world.

Also speaks both Romanian and Hebrew fluently.

He planned Soda’s Bar Mitzvah and they have pictures of EVERYTHING.

Is first generation American when he moved from Romania in the 40’s due to the holocaust

Touches up his language skills when he has the time.

LOVES FRANK SINATRA

Him and his siblings have Hebrew names from their Bat Mitzvahs

Visits Romania with Soda and Pony in summer when they have the money.

when their parents were alive, they would speak Romanian when they were together.

Hanukkah is a very INTERESTING TIME for him- (ill make a headcanon on that)

Wanted to be a lawyer when he was younger

Dealt with racism in elementary/junior high because he was an emigrant.

A/N: This took A WEEK TO MAKE. DONT LET ME DOWN; I NEED COMMENTS, LIKES, REPOSTS,

A N Y T H I N G.