#also in case you are wondering what language i said it in. that was german. but worse 👍

[schadenfreudich]

I said "I bi nu a Keal" to Bronze, before I realized Franz also said that and Franz is definitely not just a guy, he's an overgod. But I'm a mere werewolf, I am not a godly being in any way. It's not my fault Franz loves ignoring that he's an overgod.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 1: Language of Lust (Voice Kink)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: The first thing art of my third Kinktober challenge, let’s go besties!

Tags: voice kink, language kink, oral, scratching, gratuitous German, aftercare

Word Count: 4.3k

The Masterlist

You tried to understand Medic, you truly did. He talked about his experiments at length, and anyone could see how passionate he was about them. Still, he often forgot that not everyone understood the medical jargon that he did, and you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt him. The last thing you were able to understand was something about the superiority of the mega baboon heart when compared to the average human’s. It was all downhill from there, but as long as he kept talking, you would keep listening, nodding along. The truth was you loved to hear Medic talk, and the reasons weren’t entirely innocent.

“Now this part gets a bit complicated, are you paying attention?” Medic asked, gesturing towards a rough diagram he had scribbled on the back of some paperwork. As far as you could tell, it seemed to be detailing how one would successfully prevent the human body from rejecting animal organs, specifically the uterus, for some reason. Usually you wouldn’t question it, but you felt it would be wrong to let him keep going on if you truly didn’t understand. Plus, it might mean you get to hear him talk for longer.

“Oh yes! Of course I am,” you said. “But just in case, could you run it by me one more time?”

Medic sighed, smiling fondly at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat. “I am starting to think you just enjoy hearing me ramble, mein schatz.”

You hoped he wouldn’t notice the soft blush that colored your cheeks. He had no idea how well he had just read you. “Maybe I do,” you said, trying to keep your tone as casual as possible.

“Well, I appreciate that. Not many are willing to listen to me go on like this. However, you don’t have to pretend to understand for my sake.” You noticed a hint of sadness in that statement. You knew how it felt to enjoy something, especially something weird, and have no one to share your interests with.

“I don’t have to understand to see how passionate you are about it, and I like it when you get worked up.” You paused for a moment before realizing how that sounded. “When you’re excited, I mean. Excited about your work.”

Medic chuckled. “Is that so? I have always wondered what you enjoyed out of these conversations we share.” He got a bit closer to you, looking you up and down like an intriguing specimen. “And while I do believe you like seeing me happy, I don’t think that’s the only reason.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, perhaps a bit too quickly. You kicked your legs nervously, hearing the metal operation table you were sitting on creak slightly as you did.

“Let’s see,” Medic said, leaning in, studying you. Suddenly, he started touching you. It was entirely innocent, nothing that wouldn’t be done during a normal physical, even if it did leave goosebumps all over your skin. You started giggling uncontrollably when his fingers lingered on areas that he knew were ticklish. All the while he made mock ‘observations’ about you. “A slight flush, perspiration on the brow… excellent bone structure!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, growing more confused by the second. “What the hell does my bone structure have to do with anything?”

“Nothing,” Medic said. “But based on how much redder your face just became, I would say you like it when I compliment your appearance.”

You stared at Medic, finding yourself at a loss for words. He held your gaze, and you looked away first with an awkward laugh, feeling like he was staring right into your soul. Was this really happening? Was this Medic’s way of flirting?

Placing a hand on your cheek, you found that it was indeed warm. You also probably should have been unnerved by Medic’s comment, given his track record with skeletons. In fact, he had once detailed how he planned to one-up that particular achievement with something he lovingly referred to as ‘the circulatory system heist.’ Honestly, he probably wouldn’t be satisfied until he managed to steal every major organ system in the human body at least once, preferably leaving his victim alive in the process.

Finally, you responded. “It’s not just the compliments. Truthfully, I just like hearing you talk. You have a hot voice.” A moment of silence was all it took for you to realize what you had just admitted. Shit. You had gotten too comfortable. You had said too much, and of course, your immediate response was to stammer your way through a desperate, panicked stream of consciousness. “I mean nice! You have a nice voice, in a normal way. It’s, uh- unique, with the accent, you know? Yeah, that’s it. You would make a good narrator.”

Real smooth. Perfectly executed. He wouldn’t suspect a thing.

He had, in fact, suspected many things. An expression flashed across Medic’s face. First came realization, and then surprise. You weren’t sure whether you should be proud of the fact that you actually managed to surprise Medic, of all people.

“You like my accent?” He spoke with a certainty that implied he already knew the answer. You wished you could blame it on Medic being observant, but the fact was you had basically outed your massive crush on the team doctor in a moment of weakness. The only thing to do now was own up.

“Maybe,” you said, just above a whisper. You’re face was so red, and you felt hot from the blood rushing to your face. “I do have a bit of a thing for it.”

It was definitely more than just ‘a bit of a thing.’

“I am surprised. Usually when it comes to accents people go for the French, or the other romance languages,” Medic said, looking you over like you were a subject to be psychoanalyzed. It made you feel so small, even though you had the freedom to leave whenever you wanted. Not that you would. You liked where this conversation seemed to be going, even if you were embarrassed by how it was initiated.

“I guess I just have unique tastes.” There wasn’t much more of an explanation for you to give. You weren’t quite sure when you developed a thing for accents, let alone Medic’s in particular, but the human brain worked in mysterious ways. While you satiated yourself with the occasional foreign nickname he had given you, there was a part of you that occupied lonely nights with thoughts of how it might sound if he were to moan against your ear, whispering sweet nothings in a language you barely understood.

“I hope that this isn’t the only reason you come to visit me,” Medic said. “I actually thought you enjoyed hearing me ramble about exotic animal parts and Medigun technology, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking, ja?”

“Of course not,” you quickly reassured him. “I guess you could say I came for the accent and stayed for the sordid tales of grand theft skeleton.”

That at least got a laugh out of him. “Well then, I suppose I can’t be too hurt, liebchen.”

Damn it. Your blush had just begun to calm down, too. “That’s not fair!”

“Why not? You didn’t seem to have a problem with my little pet names before. In fact, I think you liked them very much.” His eyes narrowed, zeroing in on you in a way that reminded you of a wolf tracking its kill.

“It’s different now that you know,” you stammered, struggling to keep your composure as you held his gaze.

“How so, schatz?”

You huffed. Now he was just doing it on purpose. You weren’t going to humor him with an answer if he was just going to keep teasing you- until you felt a breath against your ear. “I asked you a question, mein engelchen. I expect an answer.”

“Oh fuck,” you whispered. You hadn’t even realized how close Medic was getting. Now his arms were on either side of you, gripping the edges of the operation table. He probably noticed the way your body stiffened and the way you squeezed your thighs together. Even so, a part of you worried you were being too presumptuous. Was this really going where you thought it was going? “Medic, what are you doing?”

“I thought that would have been obvious,” he said, chuckling softly. “I’m giving you what you want, if you’ll let me.”

“Seriously?” you asked, trying not to be too embarrassed at how the word came out as more of a shocked squeal.

“Only if you want to.” Medic backed away to look you up and down. He still wore a knowing smirk, but there was a hint of sincerity behind it that let you know that if you wanted this to stop, it would stop. You didn’t want that though. You had dreamt of a moment like this, and here it was, being offered on a silver platter, or rather, a silver operating table.

Before you could think, almost as if on instinct, you leaned forward and kissed him. You felt him startle, jolting against you slightly before he melted into the sinfully short kiss. You looked up at him with glassy eyes when you parted. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Looking up at him like that, you were irresistible. Medic leaned down, kissing you hard. He was much rougher, biting at your lower lip until he could slip his tongue into your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him against you. He moaned into your mouth as you grounded against him, cursing the layers of fabric that remained between the two of you.

“Medic, please,” you gasped when you parted for a breath.

“How about you beg for me in my native tongue?” Medic said. “After all, I know how much you love it.”

“I don’t know how,” you whined, not even caring that you sounded utterly pathetic. Your voice was already quivering and besides a heated makeout, nothing had really happened yet.

Medic’s gaze softened. You were adorable when you were frustrated. “I’ll teach you, liebe. You know how to say please, don’t you?”

“Bitte.” You responded with some confidence, having heard Medic say it before, usually when asking for assistance on the battlefield.

“Very good. Now, repeat after me, ‘Bitte, lass mich deinen Schwanz lutschen.’” He spoke slowly, and you repeated the words at the same pace, occasionally struggling around the pronunciation that felt foreign on your tongue.

Medic smiled, and you took that as a sign that you did well. “What does it mean?”

That smile twisted into a smirk. “It means, ‘please, let me suck your cock.’”

The heat in your cheeks deepened, and you knew you had just turned a much deeper shade of red. Perhaps it was a bit naive of you to think that what you had just said would be anything other than lewd. “Well,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “Can I?”

“Certainly!” Medic’s swirk widened, his teeth glinting in the harsh light of the infirmary. His eyes tracked your every move as you dismounted the table, pacing around him until he was leaning back on the steel surface and you were knelt down in front of him. His ever present gaze made you shiver. Reaching for his belt, you paused at the buckle, glancing up at him nervously. “Go on, liebling.”

You nodded, wasting little time unfastening the belt and unzipping his fly. With some finessing, you eventually freed his cock, working him up with your hand. The way he groaned at your touch made you squirm, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to quell your arousal. You were quite proud to find that he was already half hard.

It wasn’t long before you could get to work with your mouth. You licked your lips until they were reddened and wet. The noise he made when you simply dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock was maddening. You had fantasized about what it might be like to hear him moan, to watch him come undone with your touch, but nothing could compare to the real thing. You needed to hear more.

Little did you know, Medic had thought about this before as well. He had wondered how you would look on your knees, lips parted and ready to take anything he gave you. You took it so well, too. Your mouth was tight around his shaft, and you did such delightful things with your tongue that made him grip the edge of the table and pulled shaky groans from his lips. “That’s it, keep going, liebchen. Du machst das so gut, you’re so good!”

You shuddered, a low moan escaping you. Although it was muffled, Medic immediately took notice. Your muscles were taut, and you seemed to double your efforts, bobbing your head faster and working your tongue against him. Something he said had certainly motivated you. ‘A praise kink,’ Medic thought to himself. ‘This will be fun.’

“Do you like it when I call you good?” You would have nodded if you weren’t otherwise occupied. In fact, you were so wrapped up in your current task that you barely heard him. He didn’t seem to need any further confirmation though. Medic weaved his fingers into your hair until he had a tight grip close to your scalp. “Let’s see just how good you can be for me then. I want to feel your throat tighten around me.”

He pushed you further down onto his cock. Every move was gentle and gradual. Medic paid attention to your reactions, pausing whenever he felt you gag, letting you adjust until eventually you managed to take him as deep as he hoped for. You were held there, breathing slowly through your nose as you felt his cock press into your throat. Your tongue continued to massage the underside of his cock.

“Sheiße,” Medic cursed softly. His grip on your hair loosened, and you took the opportunity to start bobbing your head again. Only now, you could take him to the hilt on your own accord. Instantly he was gripping the edge of the operating table in a white knuckled grasp. “Oh gott, liebling! That’s so good!” He was panting, and you loved it. Every sound that came out of him was breathy and high pitched, almost sounding more akin to whimpers than moans. “You’re doing so well, meine gutes mädchen, my good girl!”

Of course the praise wasn’t about to let up. You moaned around his cock, doubling your efforts. You were a good girl, you were his good girl, and you wanted to prove it with every fiber of your being. For a moment, you thought you could be content to simply bring him to completion right there, your own pleasure be damned, but it seemed like Medic had other plans. You felt a harsh tug on your hair, pulling you off of his cock. You gasped, the sound quickly turning into a whine.

“Sorry, liebchen, but with the way you were moaning…” He paused for a breath. Medic’s expression was pained, as if he didn’t want to make you stop, but forced himself to. “I was getting much too close, and I still want a chance to fuck you properly.”

You immediately jumped at that, almost literally, as you hoisted yourself back up onto the table with surprising speed. The metal had gone cold, cold enough that you felt it through your clothing, causing you to shiver. Speaking of clothing, you were still wearing far too much of it. At least that’s what Medic seemed to think. He quickly stripped you of your pants and underwear, only allowing your top to remain, to ward off the chill of the metal.

Medic took in the sight of you slowly, relishing every detail. Your legs were spread wide and inviting. Oh, you were positively soaked. He ran a finger over your sex and it came back wet and shining. The gesture left you shuddering. It seemed you were sensitive to even the smallest touch. This was going to be fun.

“Please, please fuck me!” you whined.

“You can’t withstand a little teasing, liebchen?” Medic laughed, letting his hands caress your inner thighs, so tantalizingly close to where you wanted to be touched, but just out of reach. “Don’t worry, you’ll have what you want, but first, beg for me properly.”

“Bitte!” you cried, recalling your earlier lessons. “Bitte, Medic!”

“You remembered! Very good.” He dragged you forward to the edge of the table, sliding his cock against you, past your entrance and up to your clit. So close, so agonizingly close. “Now let’s add some new vocabulary. Say, ‘bitte, fick mich.’”

“Bitte! Fick mich!” You didn’t hesitate like before. There was no need to speak slowly and sound out words. Desperation apparently did wonders for your pronunciation.

“Perfekt.”

Medic’s cock was coated in your arousal, twitching against you. He was just as needy as you were, he was just better at hiding it, but there was no need to resist anymore. In one quick thrust, Medic lets you feel every inch of him. The noise you made was animalistic. You clung onto his arm, pulling at the sleeves of the white coat that he still wore. You didn’t even mind- the uniform was starting to become part of the appeal.

He groaned, thrusting slowly, savoring the feeling of your warmth around him. You watched, enraptured by the way he buried himself within you. “So good,” he muttered. You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. “Is it good for you too, meine liebe?”

Medic stroked your cheek gently, his gaze softening. “It feels good. Fuck, Medic! Please fuck me harder!” you gasped, bucking your hips uselessly.

That moment of gentleness faded as soon as it arrived. Medic gripped the edge of the table for leverage as he fucked you against it. The metal creaked beneath the barrage, but it wouldn’t give away. This table was built to hold the likes of Heavy, there was no way it would buckle. Any other surface very well might have, though.

“I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” Medic groaned, his voice low and his breathing heavy. Even now, he tried to take in every feature, committing the image of you taking him so nicely to memory. Everything from the gentle bounce of your chest to the way you bit your lower lip in a vain attempt to smother your own moans would be a detail he could call upon during lonely nights. “If only I knew sooner that you were so smitten with something as simple as my voice.”

Suddenly, his grip shifted to your waist, pulling you forward to meet his thrusts. You keened, feeling him drive deeper into you. He rocked his hips against yours, letting you grind and adjust to the newfound depth.

“Medic,” you began, struggling to catch your breath enough to speak. “Medic, I want- oh fuck!”

“What is it, liebchen?” He paused, letting you regain enough composure to speak. “Go on, tell me what you need.”

“Just keep speaking to me, please, until I come,” you pleaded.

“What would you like to speak about?” He asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Anything,” you said, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “And could you maybe do it in German?”

“Natürlich, kleine Taube. Ich glaube, du willst es härter, ja?” Now unable to understand him, the ferocious pace you were subjected to came without warning. You held onto the edges of the table, feeling the metal dig into your fingers as your grip tightened. Medic’s fingers pressed into the softness of your waist. You gasped when his nails dug in as well, adding a delightfully painful edge to the pleasure. “Das gefällt dir, nicht wahr?”

The pain was gone almost as suddenly as it began. You whined, unable to hide how much you had enjoyed the rougher treatment. It wasn’t long before you got another taste. Medic’s hands moved down to your ass, his nails leaving little crescent shaped indents in the supple flesh there as well. You were starting to pant, mouth agape and gasping as he suddenly lifted your hips upward.

“Gott, du hast so einen schönen Arsch. Das nächste Mal sollte ich dich von hinten nehmen.” This new angle proved to be very effective. You were much louder like this, his cock hitting all the right spots. Medic knew that if he were to simply touch your clit right now, you would be coming for him in seconds. However he wasn’t ready for this to end just yet.

Your moans were music to his ears. Should any of his fellow mercenaries pass by the infirmary right now, it wouldn’t be hard to determine just what was happening. The thought managed to rouse some envy in Medic. Your sweet sounds were for him alone. Perhaps it would be better to quiet you down for now. Leaning down, he pressed his lips roughly to yours, muffling your noises. You still whimpered between kisses, but they were soft and subtle, just barely loud enough to reach his ears.

“Magst du es, wenn ich dich küsse? Soll ich weitermachen?” he murmured, stealing another soul reaping kiss. This was quite liberating, being able to say whatever he wanted to you, only to watch you melt at the sound of it every time. “Du musst nicht antworten. Es ist für mich offensichtlich.”

You rolled your hips to meet his. He felt the way your muscles flexed under his hands, and he knew you were close. You whimpered and gasped, haphazardly bucking against him, chasing the last bit of sensation that would tip you over the edge. Your expression was a beautiful mix of desperate frustration and overwhelming pleasure. It was a sight that brought Medic dangerously close to losing control. Realizing he was reaching his limit, he finally showed you some mercy, knowing that the look on your face when you came would far outweigh anything he had yet seen.

“Komm für mich,” he groaned. One hand splayed out on your lower stomach, his thumb reached down to rub quick circles over your clit. You may not have known German, but you could most certainly infer what that meant. You shuddered, back arching, letting out a harsh sounding moan as your orgasm overtook you. “Du fühlst dich so gut an. Ich komme- scheiße!”

Now that you had reached your peak, Medic’s inhibitions seemed to be gone. He chased his own climax, thrusting into you roughly and unevenly. When he finally went still, you had practically gone limp beneath him, overstimulated and teary eyed. When he came you could have sworn he was even louder than you were. You almost wondered if he was playing it up, given your affinity for his voice, but on the other hand, Medic was loud and proud in most situations. It would only make sense that he was a bit of a screamer himself.

When he finally came down from his high he noticed how you were trembling. It was clear that your body was overwhelmed. A few tears managed to spill down your cheeks, even as a blissed out smile remained on your face. You probably didn’t even realize you were crying. Medic withdrew carefully, making an apologetic sound when you whimpered at the sensation.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he said, stating the obvious. Medic observed you for a moment, making sure you were alright, before you suddenly found yourself being hoisted against his chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist for stability as he lifted you off the table and carried you towards an offshoot of the infirmary. Before you could ask where he was going, or how the hell he had the strength left to carry you like this, Medic opened the door to reveal a small, but cozy room. This was clearly his personal quarters. It made sense that it would be part of the infirmary.

“Why are we here?” you asked. Your words were soft, as if raising your voice above a whisper might shatter the pleasant afterglow that had began to settle over you.

“It is quite late. The least I could do is let you stay the night.” Medic laid you down on the surprisingly plush mattress. This was luxury compared to your barracks. You stretched out before burrowing into the blankets letting them engulf you.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For all of this. That was so good.”

“I had fun as well, mein Täubchen.”

That pet name was new. He had used it a few times tonight, but only now did it pique your interest. “What does that mean?” you asked.

Medic smiled softly. “My dove.”

“Oh,” you said, too flustered to say much else. Being compared to one of his beloved pets felt nice. It made you feel delicate, like something to be cared for.

“You blush so easily!” Medic said with pure glee. You almost expected him to pinch your cheeks. “I will definitely enjoy this side of you, liebe, so easy to tease!

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, trying to brush it off, even though you knew your face was practically glowing with the flush that you were sporting. “Maybe we can do more tomorrow. I’m exhausted.”

“Of course. This was quite an eventful day.” Medic kissed your forehead, an oddly tender gesture after all the rough treatment. “Get some rest. I will join you once I’ve cleaned up in the infirmary.”

Medic left and you closed your eyes. When he returned just a few minutes later you were already asleep, snoring softly in your sanctuary of pillows and blankets. He had never seen you so relaxed before. You murmured something unintelligible when Medic slipped under the covers beside you, whispering for you to go back to sleep as he draped an arm over you, feeling your body press closely against his in the peaceful darkness.

[caineinthecorner]

Languages (The Others)

★ Based on my language general hcs + the brothers' hcs.

Hi I am sleep deprived. Behold part two of my shitty hc delusions wooooo.

"Caine you missed some" yeah I'm lazy (+ don't know their characterization well enough). If you want to add hcs for the guys I skipped you can but in the meantime I'll go with the basic bitch options

Gentle reminder I make shit up. (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

★ Solomon.

Okay so like I said with Asmo he knows french (and they're both nasty with it)

Basically he rizzed up Asmo in french

Using the dude he was in based out of he also knows English (native probably), Welsh, German, full-ass Demon Tongue and like some latin for magic bs. Idk

(bcs the guy lived nearby those countries in ye old Europe(tm) and something something immortal so why tf not learn languages while at it)

(also of course he learned demon tongue. He wants to rizz up demons and what better way to do that)

He learned demon tongue from random demons and a lot of trial and error

Plus he knows japanese if we are under the pretense that mc is japanese.

So like Solomon tries to use language rizz to get close to you as the other human student in Devildom. So basically using the Asmo trick with you.

... He's kinda painfully obvious with it

(how tf did Asmodeus fall for this shit?)

If you don't speak any of the languages he is fluent in his ass will ABSOLUTELY pick 'em up and be like "hey I want to learn:)"

He uses language as a tool to get what he wants basically

No wonder him and Asmo get along

If you know a language that is not loquar-translatable and he speaks it as well prepare to get secret-talk'd a lot.

Not having people spying your convos is a incredibly valuable asset in Devildom

Especially since you're around the brothers almost 24/7 and they're fucking VIGILANT

Oh also he 100% knows that Asmo fakes being shit at English.

But he's a simp so 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠  ⁠)⁠ㄏ

★ Luke.

FUNNILY ENOUGH. Two things:

Yes he doesn't need Loquar to communicate with you since he's an angel BUT

For some reason (cough your heritage cough) he keeps messing up in which language speak to you with.

Angel instincts are telling him to just use whatever language with you but the thing is that You Don't Know Whatever Language

Which is odd because that's something he only does with fellow angels????

But you are human so

He doesn't think much of it. He's probably just confused because he's around mean demons! >:T

(His basic subconscious instincts are harder to control since he's low ranking and his Angel brain is going "You = angel = language doesn't matter")

But since he keeps somewhat messing up around you he decides to gesture to hell when talking to you just in case

so you get the gist through his mannerisms in case his words get fucky

His least favorite language ever is Demon Tongue. Even outside of Not Liking Demons he doesn't like how throat-y and intensive it is.

↑ that is a popular Angel opinion btw. Demon Tongue in general is just annoying to use for them and barely any Angels use it outside of in-the-moment communication with Devildom natives.

If you ask him his preferred language he'll say some form of Latin since it's the preferred language of most high ranked angels, as well as Michael's.

But it's actually English.

★ Simeon.

Since he is was a high rank angel, he doesn't mess up what language speak to you with. He has real good control of stuff like that that comes with experience and age.

(in fact he's very confused why Luke keeps messing up so bad around you but doesn't think much of it since Luke is technically still a fledgling)

I already said this but yeah his preferred language is Archaic Latin (shared it with Lucifer pre-fall).

Ever since Lucifer's fall he switched to plain English and that's the answer he'll give you if you ask.

Only Angel that isn't bothered speaking demon tongue and will do so at his own leisure.

If you try to learn the demon language he is unironically so helpful because he isn't a spiteful bitch like Lucifer and actually teaches you shit without throwing you into the wolves

In fact Simeon is amused as hell over the fact that Lucifer is making you learn the hard stuff first. That is so him.

He's like the good cop of the learning dynamic. Cool substitute teacher vibes

Simeon finds accents to be the cutest thing ever since it is an inherently odd concept for someone fluent in Everything Ever

He has (jokingly) cooed over Luci's accent when he speaks Latin nowadays. Lucifer is not at all amused.

★ Barbatos.

He knows every language.

... Yeah that's it that's the list

Look at me dead in the eyes and tell me this motherfucker does not speak Sumerian

Ofc he knows every human language ever. And Devildom's. He knows™.

Funniest thing is that he doesn't even need Loquar to talk to you. He just deadass speaks your language with full fluency and you Never Notice

You only notice one day while having a normal convo with him and then Diavolo walks in speaking full deadass gibberish somehow and you're like ????? and Barbatos says "oh apologies I forgot to apply Loquar to you here you go"

Like deadass he would fuck with you so hard when it comes to languages.

Do not go to this man for language advice he will teach you proper stuff in the most incorrect way possible

(Probably! Or probably not! It depends! On what? Who the fuck knows™!)

He's deadass a roulette of proper, legitimate advice or literal shitposting

He wrote the Voynich manuscript. It was a housekeeping journal he was keeping in a dead Devildom idiom that ended up in the human realm by accident

He didn't retrieve it solely because seeing humans go insane over it was funny as hell and he has a secondary copy anyway. That book has nothing relevant in it besides like two recipes.

He did go to check back on it once to write down a meat pie recipe Diavolo's father liked bcs he didn't have on the copy

Barbatos is the definition of "wtf what language was that" "yes."

He and Lucifer have random days where they just pick a language to speak to each other. It helps to maintain fluency.

Barbatos jumpscared Satan once by going, full ass unprompted mid convo, "Oh right you speak Tagalog."

He knows what languages everyone speaks like a white girl knows zodiac charts

★ Diavolo.

Ok so he probably knows English since it is Solomon's native and humanity's current universal(ish) language

Like of course he wants to communicate with humans! Of course he'll learn their language!!!

Unlike Barbatos and Lucifer who are very impressive Polyglots he's realistic in his language stuff. The more down-to-earth of the three

His English is hilarious

Not particularly because he says things wrong but his accent and tone just makes it sound incredibly funny

He sounds exactly like a dubbed-over superhero doing a friendship monologue At All Times

He is so earnest with it that you don't have the heart to explain why you're laughing

Anyhow fun fact:

Loquar for some reason translates what he says in Demon Tongue the most literal ass sense possible for literally no reason

Which is odd(tm) but mostly just funny as all hell

Everyone has been troubleshooting whatever the fuck happens to Loquar Ad Vos with Diavolo but no idea so far.

The phrase "have you tried unpapplying it and applying it again" has been uttered more than once unironically

The working theory is that since Diavolo is royalty and Loquar Ad Vos was created with the sampling of normal demons it works wrong on him since there's something different(tm)

Reverse engineering the Loquar spell to work on him has been in the works for a while. Loquar is drafted like shit since it is an old human-oriented spell (Basically like spaghetti code needing to be rewritten), so it proves a bit troublesome.

You later find that Diavolo speaks in a very uniquely pronounced manner

↑ Think of it like Devildom royalty has a very distinctive Way Of Speaking. Like an accent but also not. Probably magic related in some way(?)

"do you want to consume nourishment" ← Diavolo's ass getting mistranslated

So yeah Barbatos or Lucifer kinda have to lend a hand when you two communicate.

If you're English speaking then you two kinda communicate that way sometimes. You reassure him on his accent and help him along if he gets anything wrong.

(he's fluent-ish in Japanese as well if we are running in the assumption that the reason why MC's canonically japanese is because they needed someone who A) speaks a language translatable by Loquar Ad Vos B) is also a language Diavolo knows and C) is not of the same social background as Solomon)

He will get so unapologetically excited when you start learning demon tongue. You two can!!! Communicate even more!!!!!

Demons will be genuinely mortified if you gain Diavolo's accent while speaking demon tongue. Why does this random ass human speak like royalty ತ⁠_⁠ತ

Very (un)subtle way to tell everyone that you're besties/partner/whatever of the literal prince of Devildom.

Something something dragon being possessive something

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I restart an argument with a friend?

🌊⚓ <- so I can search for it.

So, a while ago, a friend was over and we talked. She is from South Germany while I am from North Germany, where we are both living (this'll be important in a sec).

I don't really remember why we were talking about the topic, but we started talking about regional dialects and sayings and then she called Low German* a dialect. Which tldr: big no-no. But I don't think she was being malicious, she just didn't know about the topic at all.

So naturally I explained: "You absolutely cannot call Low German a dialect to peoples faces around here. People will take offense to it. I don't really, because I consider the difference between dialect and language is arbitrary to begin with. But you will provoke incredibly unkind reactions from other people."

Her response was "Yeah but like. Doesn't everyone think their own dialect should be a language."

And... Idk why that one hurt but it did. It just felt incredibly dismissive. And I didn't really know how to respond other than "but this is the one case where it is true" which felt weird so I just. Didn't. We kinda moved on to other topics. But in hindsight, I really wish I hadn't?

Because I wish I had explained it in depth to her so she understands why what she said is considered unacceptable. But also for her own sake, because she will piss people off if she says the same thing to other people. And honestly for my sake so I can make peace with the conversation.

So I'm considering either finding a way to restart the argument/ conversation when we are together or go the cowardly route and send her a couple screenshots explaining the topic. But I also feel like restarting a fight we never really had and really doesn't matter is kind of a dick move.

Additionally I tend to be a person that corrects people when they are wrong and starts discussion way too much. Because in my family academic debates are a love language.** So I tend to reaaaaaally overestimate the amount of debating/ arguing people are comfortable with. They tend to perceive me as being upset with them while I am just having fun hashing out a topic from different angles.

So Tumblr. WIBTA?

Footnotes

* Low German is the regional language of North Germany. The definition of North Germany is actually pretty much "wherever they are speaking Low German". There is some controversy if Low German is a dialect or a language. Which like... People often describe it as closer to Dutch and English than Standard German, it's a recognised language in every state it is spoken in, it is recognized as a regional language in the fucking European Union WHY is it still controversial.

It is also very much an endangered language because in the past decades especially it has been looked down on as being "lower class". No that's not where the name comes from, low german is spoken where the terrain is flat/ low and high/ upper german is spoken where the mountains are. This attitude towards Low German is shifting a lot recently but it is entirely possible it's too late to prevent it from dying out.

** I felt like this part needed some clarification too. I can't count how many dinners in my childhood were spent eating while getting into the meat of whatever topic caught our attention. Politics or science or more spiritual stuff. Ask questions about things we were wondering about. Absolutely tear into each other when we had opposing positions, but concede when we were convinced. Oftentimes I'd get up to grab pen and paper, or demonstrate orbital dynamics with the jam container, a bowl and my plate, or use the butter as an impromptu drawing board.

But that doesn't mean we were fighting in the normal sense even if someone got upset occasionally. It was really just communicating with one another. It was connecting. Exercising our debate skills. Play-fighting but make it academia. It was genuinely fun to us and still is. An alternative outlet for sibling rivalry. There is no need to fight over the TV remote when you can just reason it out together.

So yeah. That's how academic debates can be a love language (and simultaneously absolutely destroy your conception of what is considered arguing).

[darlingofdots]

Formal vs Informal Address in German Temeraire Translations: a report

So I have picked up my German copies of the Temeraire books for the first time in over a decade for reasons unrelated to this post but I immediately got distracted by the matter of formal address in German and how translators have to make a very specific and important choice when translating from English. German (like French and many other languages) has two forms of direct address in the 2nd person, an informal one for friends, family, children etc., and a formal address for strangers, teachers, colleagues, professional contacts. It is famously a Whole Thing when you switch from formal to informal with somebody: usually the person with a 'higher' position in the relationship has to explicitly offer it and it can be a big deal! A common instance might be when you've worked at a new job for a while and your colleagues tell you to use informal to indicate they consider you Part Of The Team, or your girlfriend's parents do it when you've been dating a while and they signal that you're part of the family now. In translation, this can be a really tricky choice! For instance, I have not watched Elementary in German but I would say Sherlock and Joan would absolutely start out addressing each other formally (Sherlock calls her "Watson" most of the time), but by the end of the show there is no way they would not have switched. Obviously English-language media does not have an explicit conversation about this and the closest analogue would be switching to first names when they've only ever used last names before, but you can't rely on that and translators end up having to make choices about characterisation and relationships based on like, vibes. With all that said!

In the Temeraire series, there's a lot of formal address around, such as among officers; I knew Laurence would be addressing his cadets formally because even though they are like, 9 years old, they are his officers and deserve to be treated with that respect. I only have books 1-5 in German but I'd be willing to bet that this doesn't change even Emily's been with him for nigh on ten years, and the same goes for Temeraire. Also Laurence uses formal address with both his parents, in case you were wondering.

What I was not sure about was a) how other people address dragons and how dragons address each other and b) the finer interpersonal relationships among aviators. Jane addresses Iskierka formally but Temeraire informally; the dragons of the formation are formal with each other but Temeraire, Lily, and Maximus are not, and Temeraire quite happily scolds Iskierka like a misbehaving child. I would LOVE to find a bit of, say, Laurence talking to Lily or Berkley to Temeraire!

Among the aviators, Laurence and Jane are informal with each other once they've slept together, but I just saw that Laurence is also informal with Harcourt but not with Chenery, which is interesting but I suppose makes sense if you go by the dragons' relationships too. What really fascinates me is that at the end of Victory of Eagles, Laurence and Granby are still formal, which makes sense because until five minutes ago Laurence was his superior officer, but if I were the translator for this series I'd have them switch to informal with the beginning of book six but unfortunately I do not have that on hand so I can't check.

Now for the main event: Tharkay uses formal address with Laurence when he leaves to fetch more ferals at the beginning of book 4, and I thought he switched for the infamous "Laurence, what are you doing" which would have been exactly the right moment if you'd asked me, but in fact there is one random informal when they're out rescuing Granby in London (loose quotation: "that is [Woolvey's] problem and for those who would weep for him, even if they are close to your [informal] heart")? And then he goes right back to formal all the way to "Laurence, what are you [informal] doing" and finally switches properly, at which point Laurence follows his example. At first I thought that was weird and I am not sure if it was done on purpose, but on second thought I kind of like that he tries it out first when speaking of something personal (Laurence's concern for Edith) but isn't sure of it yet and retreats back to familiar territory until he realises that he needs to shock Laurence out of his war crime depression.

It's interesting to me that Tharkay was the one to take that step. Traditionally, like I said, it would be on the person in a position of authority to offer or, like with Granby, Laurence could have just switched once Granby was confirmed in rank to indicate that he wants to be friends now that he doesn't give orders anymore. Of course it makes perfect sense that Tharkay would not care one bit about rank, and he's not really an officer anyway and he certainly does not consider Laurence to have authority over him. I love that the translator (Marianne Schmidt) recognised that moment on campaign for what I think it is: not so much a turning point in their relationship but one that cements a degree of intimacy that Laurence doesn't have with anyone else. They would not have had access to book 6, I think, when they were working on book 5, so it very much is a deliberate choice based on their interactions up to this point. I made a list recently about people that Will Laurence calls by their first name (former first lieutenants, Catherine Harcourt, 1 FWB, and Tharkay) and now I feel like I need to make another list of people German!Will Laurence uses informal address with!

[crazykuroneko]

My IWTV S2E4 Watch Notes

Love the episode! I think this is my favorite so far, followed by E3 and E1.

Anyway very long note after the cut. But my main complaint now is: I miss the voice-over narration! It's basically gone after Ep 2 (except for Armand's flashback). I know it's probably a sign of how Loumand have "defanged" Daniel the Journalist and it's part of the mystery, but still! Without it, we don't get much idea about how current Loumand think on certain parts in the flashback. We don't know what exactly Claudia has said in her diaries. I feel so lost without it 😭

Oh, also, my fix-it fic for this episode would be Eglee helping Claudia get out of the coven and leave Paris along with Madeleine. Women support women 😌

• the difference of Loumand's accounts on the reactions to Claudia's play 🤭

• NOT EGLEE GIVING SANTIAGO A BLOWJOB BACKSTAGE

• I love how the founders of the 1927 company got to show off their acting as well

• God @ Claudia being so open with the coven about her hangup with the play and yet. And Louis just sat there being bitchy, giving her "well, /this/ is what you want" look.

• "This is not about Louis" Poor Claudia. people tend to talk about the men around her not her. Many such cases, even out of the screen, unfortunately.

• Santiago creating cracks in Loumand's mind. you have to give it to him

• No @ Eglee my princess catfighting over Santiago's dick.

• Dreamstat came up when Louis is unsure about their relationship. Louis is desperately trying to keep this casual because how bad it was for him the last time. Meanwhile, Armand has history of being abandoned multiple times. Ofc he wants Louis more committed to him. On top of the coven. Like, yknow, he has to risk it for Louis at least he wants to be sure the relationship is real.

• "Only works when I remember shit that pisses me off". Oh, Louis is pissed Armand hanging his history with Lestat over his head. Then Armand goes, "I try to find the vulnerability within the material". The balance is so precarious here

• Ngl the "i love you" sounds so ridiculous. LOUIS PLEASE

• "The fire?" Louis forgets about That?

* Claudia is their current biggest star yet she's still doing the wet room????! Oh fuck off

* Madeilene really matches Claudia's weirdness.

* The restaurant scene. That's what you got when you make a problem with a Black man growing up in Jim Crow NOLA! he's so done with the coven.

* Louis and art. He went into art once he arrives in Paris. I think it's to connect to humanity more. He said it helps freeing his mind as well. I wonder how much seeing Lestat connecting to humanity through art affecting his drive here. Whether consciously or not. But alas, he is businessman at heart. He's good at management and trades. Anyone has tried to guess AMC Louis MBTI?

* The addition in their archive though?? Is rashid a Talamasca agent confirmed? Or that's Armand miscalucating?

* Also that line about Daniel and a girl at high school. Once again a reminder that these men are misogynists first and foremost 🙂

* Oh I like the scene with Louis and Ghostat in the dark room. Ghostat really says everything Louis doesn't dare to admit to himself. He actually knew his weakness as photographer. There's also a meaning here Louis making those lines said by Lestat. Lestat likes to confront Louis about what he believes about himself, but he never does it the right way (which is the crux of their problems). Here he does it the right way.

* Sam giving 🥺 because Louis does that when they're good with each other is so 😭

* "Romeo!" Louis is SO mad about the restaurant if that's how he reacts to Armand romancing him

* "Are you their hostage?" Madeilene why are you so straightforward? (I like her)

* I know it sounds consensual, but Madeleine's body language when telling her story with that German soldier looks weird. Perhaps we'll see her more open later.

* "I don't enjoy using my power like that" he says, after flexing his power on security guards then float to the next floor. I think what Louis said in S1 that Lestat not using his power perhaps in consideration to not make Louis felt way weaker says more about his current situation than he was with Lestat. Like, I get him, you can't help comparing notes on your relationships.

* Oh, the Ghostat in the museum date is clearly Louis' reluctance to believe Armand completely. Or rather than believe, I think "putting his guard down" is more accurate. He did after Lestat told his story and yet he got betrayed. I think Sam does a good job here. As the story goes, Ghostat looks more anxious. Louis wants to let go yet there are still the coven, Armand's power, and the secret hanging over them.

* Assad's acting here 😭

* Going on a date with Louis then threatening Claudia. THAT IS WILD.

* I wonder if Delainey uses chest binder as Claudia. If not, I wish she did. ngl that line and the visual don't match.

* That period blood scene is something. Bet Rolin was very inspired when he read Memnoch

* "I pretended to be an actor for two years." When does Louis mean here? Lestat at Renauld's? He stayed there as an actor for two years before shit happened? I need an updated timeline already OML

* Not @ Ghostat aka indirect Louis calling Claudia a "poor decision"

* Louis knows it's doomed. But again, he's desperate to find happiness in Paris. Because him killing Lestat and choosing to go with Claudia has to pay off somehow. (Is she worth it?) He's desperate to make this work with Armand. He sees Armand is basically a lost child, shouldering this job he doesn't want just because he's older. So, Louis, good at running things etc, takes the wheel here. Trying to save the sinking ship that's the coven. Unbeknownst to them, the doom actually has started already (Santiago finding Lestat's last words). Louis also gives Armand a choice here, but Armand said he wants him. Well, we know what will happen with the coven members 🤭

* The Ghostat disappearing. Ngl the rain and special effects make it look ridiculous. And Hannibal (the show) did a better job with it by literally re-slit Abigail Hobbs' neck. But I understand that won't work in IWTV narrative wise. In Hannibal, it's not Will who slit her throat, so when they redid it it doesn't have added meaning. But Louis the one who slit Lestat's throat. And he doesn't want to re-kill Lestat. He has made peace with it. In fact, the fact he doesn't burn Lestat's side on that photo with Armand and his last words with Ghostat tell me that he's not forgetting Lestat. he's moving on, yes, but he puts Lestat safely in a corner of his heart. Just like Lestat did with his initials. And it reminds me to Louis' initials on the letter he sent Daniel in S2 look a lot like LDL, not LDPDL

* But anyway, isn't it sus Claudia just has her diaries out in the open like that? I mean, yes she doesn't live with Louis anymore, but there's a history of Louis reading her journal. If I were her, I'd at least save them in my coffin at the apartment for save keeping. This is sus.

* "Is that what makes you fascinating?" Oh, Armand is so insecure about their relationship for years. He saw Louis getting interested with this Daniel boy and he tried to crack his brain, finding the reason.

• Daniel isn't filed under suspected victims.

[marimayscarlett]

Can we talk about the bands engl7sh knowledge?

So Till was the first one to learn it. Knew enough to communicate in the early 90s. Probably most fluent of them all since he also probably read the entire dictionary and synonyms.

Richard did 0 to 60 in just 2 years. Obviously, moving to NYC and having English speaking wife helped a lot, but from 1998 not being able to, to 2001, speaking with easy, is truly impressive. Sassy german accent. More fluent in street talk than eloquence.

Then we have Schneider, who I think is as good as Till and Richard, but has the heaviest german accent making it seem like he's not as good.

There's Paul who's simply not used to expressing his opinions in English, and therefore, his brain cannot keep up with his tongue.

Dear sweet Olli, his English skills are as mysterious as himself. We probably only heard him speak English 3 times..

And then there's Flake. We know his skills got immensely better in the last 10 years alone. Went from don't wanna say something in case I sound stupid to reading books publicly.

Overall, like for a lot of us, english is necessary for survival. Especially if you travel a lot and meet lots of people. But kudos to them for learning it so quickly, especially when they were already in their mid/late 20.

Hi 👋

Oh, this is a wonderful ask! I think about the band's English learning journeys and their language skills in general quite a lot (it kind of is one of my 'roman empires', to use a contemporary phrase), since there are a lot of different skill levels present in this band. Let's work our way through it:

1. Till: the language genius of the band

I noticed Till's talent for languages and to express himself quite early on, and like you said, he seemingly was the one person in the band who could use English already in the 90s for conversation and explaining, like in this interview:

Another interview where Till speaks about the Nazi accusations the band has to face time and time again, he expresses himself and the points he likes to make so well:

Not only does Till speak English, from my knowledge he apparently speaks spanish, russian, I heard him speaking some polish - he is really talented in this regard and he has my utmost respect for it!

2. Richard: if eagerness to learn was a person

Richard seemed so lost on their first America tour in 1998, he was quite isolated from the rest of the bands which participated in this tour which made him apparently feel pretty lonely (I mentioned his language journey a bit in this ask). Movies helped him quite a lot to get more acquainted with the english language, and apparently he mastered english well enough around the time when he met his later-(ex) wife Caron in the end of the 1990s. Surely moving to the US together with her must've refined his english skills a lot, but to even consider moving there, he must've already speak enough english to at least feel a bit comfortable in an english speaking environment (at least that's what my thought process would be). I must say, I admire Richard's drive and eagerness to learn this language so quickly, and he became competent to express himself quite well. Here's an interview from 2004, he seems so relaxed speaking english, which makes me quite proud of him:

Here's another interview from 2017 as an example, Richard speaks quite fluent and seems to be very comfortable in the english language. He once said it's easier to make small talk in english than in german - he might not have to most sophisticated vocabulary in english with grand words and uses a lot of fillers (his famous "you know" always at hand), but he knows how to express himself in a straight forward yet entertaining and charming way.

3. Schneider: hidden talents

From what I've heard, Schneider definitely knows how to express himself and has a surprisingly well equipped vocabulary. I say 'suprinsingly', since I didn't expect this at first - like you mentioned, his german accent seems to distract from this fact a bit. In comparison to Thomas Lang (an austrian drummer), Schneider of course sounds a bit clunky and not that relaxed - nevertheless, he comes across quite soft spoken in the english language and knows his way around expressions.

In this interview Schneider finds his way into the speaking 'flow' a little better in my opinion, and brings across his points quite clearly. Despite his heavy accent, you can still understand him quite well (at least that's what I think) and it seems like he puts a lot of effort into finding the right words to describe certain things coherently.

4. Paul: motivated endeavours to express himself

Paul seemingly can use english to make conversation to a certain degree and understands the language without problems. In the earlier days of Rammstein, while speaking english he came across a bit ungainly, searching for correct expressions or words, like the infamous "slimey into people" - but you still know what he means 😅 I think here you can notice what you mentioned in your ask, he knows exactly what thoughts he would like to express, yet is a bit inhibited by the fact that he doesn't know the correct words for it.

Here's another, more "recent" interview from 2017 - he's a bit more comfortable speaking english, yet for me as a native german speaker, it became apparent (through all the english interviews I saw with him) that Paul tries to transfer the typical german sentence structure into the english language, which of course doesn't fully work and gives of a bit of a circuitous vibe. Yet he's quite understandable as well I think.

And a personal favourite of dear @dandysnob (who helped me looking for Paul's interviews, thank you dear 🤍), which shows Paul has no fear to make contact with fans using a different language than german 😊

5. Olli: Once again an enigma

I found several quite interesting and charming interviews with Olli, who's a joy to listen to (he comes across as shy and yet eager to answer the question he gets in a friendly and detailed manner), but all of them are in german. In my ask about Olli during meet and greets, it was mentioned that he doesn't seem to be really comfortable in the english language.

6. Flake: from fearing of ordering a cup of bacon to fearless one-man show

Flake is someone who isn't scared of expressing his opinion about matters and things he doesn't enjoy (he's not the biggest fan of the US to put it mildly) and also expressed that he struggles with the english language quite a lot (for example during 'Rammstein in America'). Plus he sometimes has a reoccuring stutter (since his child hood), is quite shy and he has, together with Paul, the broadest Berlin dialect you could imagine - and what does this guy do? Mastering the english language just enough to give public speeches about his early musician days in front of a whole audience, really overcoming his fear of public speaking and doing so gracefully in a different and hard language for him! Mad respect for him, and he maintains his distinct humor while doing so:

Flake's vocabulary isn't really refined, but good enough to express his thoughts in simple and understandable phrases. Same as Paul, he seems to adapt the german syntax into the english language, yet he speaks so fluently, barely searching for the words he needs!

Plus he even had the guts to sing in english on stage, another iconic moment, linked here (can't put any more videos in this post due to the video limit).

"But kudos to them for learning it so quickly, especially when they were already in their mid/late 20." I borrow this statement of yours to bring this post to an end, since this is exactly my point of view here - it really is remarkable how well many of them find their way around the english language 😊

[its-kapi-wara]

"The Orphan Queen's Name"

It just occurred to me that we haven't yet been told the name of The Orphan Queen (at least not that I can remember). So, until we get some spin-off material about her, or until her name is revealed, whichever comes first, here are a few that I thought would fit the character.

1. Ashra

Some of the possible meanings of this name are: "blessed; fortunate" or "desire; hope"

I first saw this name while listening to "Of Ashes The Musical" by Anna Mirian Brown, and what caught my attention was the character's (Ashra) first lines:

Mama said I was born of fire and flame so she named me "Ashra"

To hope I was smoke like instead of the haze, I’d rise from disaster.

I may be getting confused with the timeline of the TDP universe, but according to what I saw on the The Dragon Prince Wiki, she was born after the banishment of humans from Xadia; and from what we were told in the series, this was a very difficult period for humans. I mean, they were basically left on their own, with no magic, resources or security.

Although it might doesn't express the harshness of that period, I feel like it does carry a message of hope, and also a desire for a "brighter future for humanity."

2. Hari

This name has several meanings, which change according to its language of origin. Some of its meanings are:

In German - "Ruler of the home; sovereign of the homeland"

In Sanskrit - "Brown; yellow; tawny" or "The one who takes away"

Hari is also the name of a Hindu deity. In fact, this would be another name for the god Vishnu [...] "It refers to the one who removes darkness and illusion, the one who removes all obstacles to spiritual progress."

And, here's the "funny" part: I didn't choose this name entirely because of its meaning or origin; I was actually thinking about the story of the Dutch "spy" Mata Hari.

Her story is a "bit too long" for me to try to summarize here, but if you are interested (or never heard of it) I truly suggest you look for the story, because it is quite interesting.

I firmly believe that she played a very important role in the plan that would eventually lead to Aaravos being "defeated" the first time; as a kind of spy maybe?! And if that's the case, I wonder how good her powers of persuasion must be if she could fool someone like Aaravos...

3. Kali

This name also has its origins in Sanskrit and the Hindu religion; but in addition there are other meanings for it.

In the Hindu religion: Kali, also called Kalika is the name of a Hindu goddess. The name itself is derived from a Sanskrit word (Kala) which means "black" and "time". The goddess represents the opposing forces of "creation and destruction", "death and rebirth." She is also known as Kali Ma, "The Divine Mother", and is a symbol of Mother Nature. She is believed to be timeless and formless, and represents the creation of life and the universe.

Finnish - The name is also a variation of the Finnish name Kalle, wich means: "little slender one" or "slender, fair".

Saint Sarah - Also known as "Sara-la-Kâli" (Sara the Black), she is the patron saint of the Romani people. It is also the protector of pregnant women, the desperate, the offended and the helpless. Although her origin stories vary, and she has never been officially canonized by the Catholic Church, her stories continue to be passed down and she keeps representing the strength, resilience, and faith of the Romani people.

4. Tara

This name can also be written as "Tarah", "Tarak" and Taran. It's also one of those that has different meanings depending on its origin.

Sanskrit - In Sanskrit, it means "star".

Old Irish - Tara comes from the Old Irish word teamhair, which means "place of great prospect" or "elevated place". Is commonly associated with the Hill of Tara, an archaeological site in County Meath that was the seat of the High Kings of Ireland.

Gaelic - In Gaelic, it means "hill".

Persian - In Persian, it means "queen", "goddess of the sea" or "diamond".

5. Orpah

Look, It all started because I imagined a possible scenario where, at some point, someone would've confused her name with the word "Orphan", and after a few attempts to try to correct it, the girl just let it go and the title ended up sticking.

I confess that I had more fun imagining this than I should have, it's up to you to judge my sense of humor or not!

But jokes aside, this name has Hebrew roots and some of its meanings are: "Neck; fawn; gazelle"

Okay, these meanings may seem more "common" compared to the other names we've seen; but I decided to research what the two animals mentioned can symbolize. And here are some of my favorite parts:

"The color fawn is a light yellowish tan that can range from pale tan to dark deer-red. It symbolizes natural beauty and simplicity, and has historically represented humility and modesty."

"As a verb, fawn means to try to win favor by flattering someone."

"In ancient Arabic and Persian literature, the gazelle was often used to symbolize female beauty. The word comes from the Arabic word ghazal, which is a lyric love poem that is usually set to music."

"In ancient Egypt, gazelles were associated with the sun god, fertility, and rebirth."

"The gazelle's name connotes elegance and agility, reflecting its exceptional grace and swiftness."

[pudding-parade]

Old Capa's Forest by Vany

I hesitated to overview this one, for reasons which I'll go into under the cut, but in the end, I do think the world is beautiful and deserves some attention, so here we are.

As usual, the title of this post is a link to a page that has the world up for download, and also as usual I have re-uploaded a .world file here, just in case the linked paged vanishes. (The .world file goes in your game install files at GameData - Shared - NonPackaged - Worlds.)

There is also a German-language forum thread here in which the creator describes the backstory of the world and shows in-progress pics, etc. My German is extremely rusty, but sufficient to understand that the backstory is about Native (North) Americans, a famine, and grizzly bears, and then settlers moving in. That being said, much of the world looks very German/Alpine/central European, and while that's very pretty, it doesn't fit as American in any sense, native or otherwise. But as a German/Alpine-inspired world created by a German-speaking creator, I think it's wonderful. In any case, I did manage to glean from the forum thread that the world uses all EPs up to Generations and also the SPs that were released up to that point except for the Outdoor one but I'm too lazy to look up what SPs those would be. Sorry.

BUT ANYWAY! There are several reasons for my hesitation in overviewing this one. Among them…

1) In general with these overviews, I want to feature worlds that are complete enough that you can drop in some sims, maybe let Story Progression create some other families, and just play, without having to do anything else. With this one, you can't do that because the residential houses are all empty, some of them not even partitioned into rooms inside. In order for Story Progression to put families in them, you'll need to go through and put at least a fridge and beds in them, plus cribs if you want families with toddlers to move in.

(But speaking of families, many of the houses are tiny one-bedrooms on teeny-tiny lots, which is a huge minus for me, but I suppose may be a plus for others.)

2) There are a ton of trees and other plants. There are so many that it makes it hard to take pics of the lots, frankly. And even though the playable area of the world is relatively small, there are so many trees that I fear the world will lag when it's fully populated and played, unless they are thinned out. And arguably, they should be thinned out on the lots because many of them intrude into the buildings and/or would make playing more difficult because the "plantings" are so dense. Like so:

Now, it is supposed to be a forest-type world, of course, so there ought to be lots of flora, but I think it's a bit excessive. Many of the lots make me want to pull out a chainsaw and a giant weedwhacker, but maybe that's just me.

3) The blurb on the download page (again in German) says the world uses the rabbithole rugs/doors by Jynx, and there's a link to them. I don't normally use that set, but I went ahead and downloaded them and then installed them in the folder that I use to take pics for these overviews. However, they still don't function as rabbitholes in the world. I don't know what's up with that. So when it comes to many of the community lots, I am uncertain as to what they are supposed to be. Some of them are obvious -- one is called a school (in English, so this may be a lot that the creator downloaded), one is called the Krankenhaus (German for hospital), and one is called Wissenschaft (German for science), and one looks like a military base with a barracks and exercise equipment, etc. -- but there are others that aren't so obvious, and I'm not going to go through them and offer my guesses. So, that will require some fiddling if you want to play this world.

4) The world uses store content, at least some of which I don't have -- particularly doors and windows, as you'll see in some of the pics -- so I can't tell you what all might be needed. Other than the rabbithole rugs (which as far as I can tell don't work even if you have/download them, as I said), it doesn't have or require CC, though.

5) Some of the lots are very, very large. There are a couple that are entire mini-villages including both residential and commercial spaces on one lot, so the size is justified, but some of them are just danged big single-purpose lots. Personally, I don't like huge lots at all unless it's livestock-related, so this is a minus in my book, but of course YMMV.

So there are the big downsides, as I see them. On the up side, the world is gorgeous. For reference, this is the world where I took the pictures for this little 'story.' It's big, but not too huge, and the distant terrain makes it feel larger. I'm guessing it's 2048x2048 (but don't quote me on that), but the playing area is fairly small, so it shouldn't take a long time for sims to get from place to place.

What makes the world unique, IMO, is that, as you can see in the first pic of this post, it's created at high elevation with most of the surrounding distant terrain sitting lower than the playable area, increasing the feeling of height. The height allows for, among other things, some truly massive waterfalls, three big ones and a couple smaller ones. Adding to the feeling of altitude (as well as moisture from the massive waterfalls) is the use of fog emitters, so that you feel like you're up in the clouds.

Layout-wise, the world is broken out into discrete sections, which I like. There is an "old town" area with remnants of walls/gates and small residential and community lots built close together, reminiscent of a German/central European town that dates back to the Middle Ages. Then there's a "newer" part with small, densely-packed, more modern-style lots. Then, larger lots are spread around the rest of the world, mostly on roads that are big circles.

The lots are all original, as far as I can tell. As I said, in my game, many are missing doors/windows because I don't have a lot of build content from the Store, but if you have that stuff, this probably won't be an issue. The world has some, but certainly not all, of the "standard" community lots. There's a library, two gyms, a graveyard, a couple dive bars, a vampire lounge, a nectary, and several markets as well as a couple of "real" rabbitholes, namely the movie theater and the police station.

Overall, I feel this world has some excellent bones to it, and it has some truly spectacular scenery. So, I think it's a excellent world to have if you like to finish/renovate lots but not build them from scratch, especially if you like the architectural style. With finishing and, in my opinion, taming some out-of-control flora, this would be a completely gorgeous world that (hopefully) would run well. Or, if you want to take some beautiful, atmospheric scenery pics, it's good as-is. But, it's not as "plug and play" as I'd generally want for these world overviews I do. I do think it deserves a feature, though, just for the world sculpting/decoration and the prettiness of many of the lots.

But enough talk! Time for pictures. Since the rabbitholes don't work, I'm going to dispense with the usual map view and Edit Town pics and just post a bunch of random pics.

[gerec]

AU-gust 2023

16. Road Trip

Pairing(s): Cherik Warnings: N/A

Charles received the letter upon his arrival in Calais, which led him to believe that it had been sent before he even left England to begin his travels. Grinning, he thanked the porter for bringing his luggage, and agreed to meet his tutor Mr. Summers for a late dinner, before retiring to his room and unsealing the envelope.

Dearest Charles,

Yes, I did send this letter ahead of your arrival, as I knew you would take your time in Dover before making it across the Channel! Just know that you are missed already, as Tony’s attention span is dismal on a good day, and he is entirely insufferable without your slightly less irritating presence around to keep him in line.

(And no, he has still not forgiven his father for forbidding him to join you on the Grand Tour. I imagine dinners at the Stark household will be very chilly for the foreseeable future.)

In any case, I have made arrangements for a Mr. Erik Lehnsherr to meet you in Calais and interview as your translator and guide. The man is a bit taciturn but well-educated and well-travelled, and most importantly speaks French, German, Italian and Dutch. He comes highly recommended by Christian, who met him and took him on as a guide during his own tour three years ago.

But Emma, you say, will this man be good company on the road? And will he be easy on the eyes? While I cannot attest to the former, Christian assures me that he is quite handsome indeed, enough to meet even your high expectations. Most importantly, he shares the same worldly outlook on relationships as you do – and my dear brother of course – so I am certain you two will get along splendidly.

Do remember to write, as I suffer here in London without your charming presence at all the best parties. I will keep an eye on Raven and Dr. McCoy, and send details of their burgeoning relationship.

Yours,

Emma

----

Mr. Lehnsherr sent word the next day, and Charles was quick to agree to a meeting at the hotel. He invited Mr. Lehnsherr to join him for dinner, but the man declined, citing a previous engagement that sounded more like a contrived excuse. And while everything Emma said in her letter was true – he had travelled all over Europe, and was fluent in all the languages of the countries Charles planned to visit – he was also prickly and almost condescending, as though he didn’t quite approve of the frivolous nature of Charles’ travels. His answers, when asked after his family and where he called home, were distressingly vague and curt, and, as their conversation drew to a close, Charles could not imagine spending months on the road with this man, who proved even more infuriating than his two best friends back home.

Finally, after he’d had enough of Mr. Lehnsherr drinking his brandy and insulting England’s weather, he blurted, “Why do you even want this position? You clearly do not approve of my reasons for coming to the Continent, or even to care for my very person. This trip is a chance for me to open my eyes to the wider world, Mr. Lehnsherr, and I will not waste it at the side of someone who will hinder instead of help me.”

Mr. Lehnsherr smiled, perhaps the first genuine one of the evening and replied, “Would you welcome the truth, I wonder? Well, here it is Mr. Xavier. My work as an artist requires that I travel, and a position like this helps me with my expenses. And while I do not think you will learn anything truly meaningful and worthwhile on a trek of luxurious decadence through Europe, I am a quite capable guide, and will do an exceptional job in showing you exactly what you ask of me. Whether you choose anything beyond the attending fancy parties is entirely up to you, as is the way you choose to flaunt your privileged wealth.”

Charles was stunned, entirely unused to such harsh judgement from someone he’d met mere hours before. He bristled as Lehnsherr watched him with those steely blue eyes, sharp and accessing as though he were measuring Charles’ character and finding him lacking. Part of him wanted to send Lehnsherr away with a sound rebuke, and yet another, bigger part wanted desperately to prove him wrong; to show him that Charles was not merely a spoiled rich boy, and that he intended to use his position as heir to the Dukedom of Norfolk to better the lives of those in his care.

“I assure you that I did not take this journey on for the parties,” he countered, with just enough chill in his voice to make his affronted feelings known. “I welcome a thorough education, not just of the rich but of the poorest in the land, though, would you call it decadence if I wanted also to admire great art and learn about music and history to enrich my soul? Before I must be married off and swallowed whole by a life of duty and tradition?”

If anything, Lehnsherr’s smile only grew wider, and for the first time, he met Charles’ gaze with something like approval. “I would be happy to oblige you, Mr. Xavier, in whatever manner of decadence you wish to indulge.”

His cheeks flushed with heat at Lehnsherr words, and he remembered what Emma had intimated in her letter; that the man might share his proclivities for the same sex. He held his breath when Lehnsherr closed the distance and lightly brushed Charles’ cheek with his fingers, only exhaling when he grinned and then stepped away again.

“Well, Mr. Xavier,” Mr. Lehnsherr said, licking his lips as he took a slow sip from his glass of brandy, “do I have the job?”

Charles blinked, flushing again when he realized he’d been staring at Lehnsherr. He poured himself a refill, before turning to meet the man’s steady gaze.

“Yes. Mr. Lehnsherr. Be ready to leave the day after tomorrow.”

[ihhfhonao3]

I don’t wanna overwhelm you with requests,

But I can’t find a Latino Apollo fic where he speaks fluent Spanish. It’s fine if you don’t write it though I understand. :)

Here ya go! Under the cut! Also ummm sorry but I made him smug. Smugpollo is real. Spoilers for aa6, mention of Polly's mom and dad. And no, you're not overwhelming me at all!

To Klavier, Apollo was sometimes a very confusing rival.

Well, most rivals, Klavier thought, are confusing at times. Most rivalries are quite stupid, really. But most of them are friendly and civil, and they intend to make each other better people. Or so says Urban Dictionary.

But when Klavier really thought about it, his rivalry with Apollo was a bit… strange, to say the least. Strange in the sense that they maybe-kinda-sorta flirted with each other. Klavier flirting in German and Apollo flirting in Spanish, respectively, which were both languages that the other did not understand. That definitely didn’t seem normal for rivalries.

To a point, they had an unwritten rule, that wasn’t even ever established, but simply assumed, stating that they were never to look up the English translations of each other’s linguistics. This made everything immensely harder, as what each man was saying to the other could be anything from insults to affection to flat-out calling the other hot.

And Klavier knew that he definitely had called Apollo hot before. But only in German, so it flew right over Apollo's beautiful head.

But only recently was when Klavier started wondering if Apollo was doing the same with him when he spoke Spanish in court.

Klavier didn’t always think about the possibility of such. It actually occurred to him in a dream. A rather… embarrassing one at that. To spare the details, Apollo was shouting in the courtroom, but he could only speak Spanish, and Klavier could only speak German. They yelled at each other in their different languages, the jury chanting and laughing behind them. Apollo and Klavier also happened to be naked in the dream, but Klavier would rather forget about that part.

…Dream Apollo did have nice abs, though… and very nice soft brown skin. Did Klavier really want to forget all of that?

Klavier shook his head vigorously as he was snapped back into reality, and he was quite literally snapped back because he heard the lead on his pencil break.

“Ach…” Klavier rubbed his temple as he tossed the pencil to the side. For some reason, he felt the sudden urge to call his rival.

And that was the other thing. At some point in their rivalry, they started calling each other regularly and kinda-maybe-sorta-not really going on dates together. The dates were completely platonic, seriously!

But every time Klavier said that, he knew that he was simply lying to himself. If he was being honest, he’d give his ring finger to feel the soft lips of his rival pressed against his own, as the man in the red suit pinned him against a wall…

Klavier made a mental note to try to not think about Apollo when he’s on the clock. He’s far too distracting. Alas, his emotions won against his better judgment.

~~~

Apollo picked up at the second ring, hurrying over to the agency’s front desk at the sudden occurrence of a certain co-worker not doing her job.

“Athena is supposed to be manning this desk… ay, mi hermana,” Apollo grumbled as he switched into his professional recieving-a-client voice. 

“Hola, er… I mean, hello, this is the Wright Anything Agency,” Apollo cringed at his slip into Spanish. “Apollo Justice speaking. How may I help you today?”

“Herr forehead!” Klavier shouted, trying to trick Apollo into mistaking his nervousness for confidence. “How lovely it is to hear your voice today.”

“Ah, Señor guitar!” Apollo grinned into the phone. “It’s lovely to hear your voice as well.”

There was a beat of silence. 

“Ah, so…” Klavier said after a moment. “Would you like to go over some case files with me later today? I could help you piece together the culprit…”

“I’d love that, mi amor,” Apollo said coolly. “Six o’ clock?”

“Sounds great,” Klavier replied. “I’ll see you then, Schatzi.”

As soon as the pet name left his mouth, Klavier hung up immediately and screamed into his jacket.

“You! Need! To stop! Calling! Your rival! German! Pet names!” Klavier shouted to himself, smacking his forehead with his palm

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on Klavier’s office door, which jolted him out of his frustration.

“Ach, you can come in…” Klavier grumbled. A certain disgruntled detective made her way in, noisily munching on snackoos.

“Oi, fop,” Ema said, dropping some files onto Klavier's desk. “Updated autopsy report, from Mr. Edgeworth himself. He says ‘please go over this before your next trial.’”

“Ah, danke, Fräulein detective…” Klavier said softly, dropping his head down to his desk.

Ema turned to leave, but then stopped. “Oh, and hey fop…”

“Ja?”

“I know you really badly want to get your lips on Apollo’s ass, but maybe try and use the time together tonight to figure out whatever the fuck you two have going on. I’m tired of hearing you guys literally profess your love to each other without the other one knowing what it means.”

With that, Ema exited and slammed the door shut, leaving Klavier with nothing but his files and very red cheeks.

~~~

“This craft shop worker is giving me bad vibes,” Apollo muttered, staring intently at the photo of the murder weapon laid out on the table.

“And why is that?” Klavier asked, hunched over next to Apollo. “One could easily assume that the hairdresser you’re defending did it. Hairdressers use scissors all the time.”

“But look!” Apollo pointed at the image. “There’s many different types of scissors. The one in this picture is clearly a pair of felt scissors!”

Klavier squinted. “Mein gott… you’re right!”

“And who uses felt scissors in their day-to-day lives?” Apollo asked proudly.

“People working with felt and cloth!” Klavier responded. “Like, perhaps…”

“A craft shop worker!” The two said in unison.

The pair laughed. 

“Ay, caramba…” Apollo mumbled. “This one sure was a little tough, but… you were a huge help, Señor guitar.”

Klavier felt his face lightly flush. “Ah, well… I’m glad that I could be of assistance, Herr forehead.”

Klavier looked away and pretended to be immersed in the images laid out before him, but even as he didn’t make eye contact he could feel Apollo staring at him.

“So, uh… where do you get your heritage from?” Klavier asked, ad-libbing to hide his blush.

Apollo lit up. “Oh! My dad… um, my biological dad… was from Mexico. He was born and raised there. Or so I hear.”

“Oh, really? That’s quite interesting,” Klavier beamed, now finally looking at Apollo again.

“Yeah, and my um… My biological mom is from Borginia. I think. I don’t really know.”

Klavier chuckled softly. “Not close with your parents?”

Apollo sighed. “No, I… never really knew them. Even now, I… kinda know my mom? But I dunno, I feel like it’s too late. The agency is more family to me than my biological family- or my adoptive one, at that- could ever be.”

Apollo sighed again, but then turned around to plop down on the couch. “What about you? Where are your parents from?”

Klavier sat down next to Apollo. “I don’t really know, and I really don’t care. I mean…” Klavier paused, rethinking his aggressive language. “I’m not on good terms with my family.”

Apollo nodded. It seemed like he got it, but all he said was “Ah.”

They sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence for a moment, Klavier tugging at his hair and Apollo fiddling with his bracelet, until Apollo spoke up.

“Mi vida, I mean… Klavier, I… I have something to confess,” Apollo stammered as he turned to face the taller man. 

“...Ja?” Klavier asked. He felt his face flush again.

Apollo took Klavier’s hands in his and sighed. He was doing a lot of that tonight. “Klavier I… this whole time? When I call you names in Spanish? I’ve… I’ve actually been flirting with you.”

Klavier internally gasped and felt his jaw drop a little bit.

“Lo siento, lo siento, I know I shouldn’t…” Apollo said frantically. “But I… you’re almost irresistible, as cheesy as that sounds. But I understand if you don’t feel the same way…”

“No, no, Apollo, NEIN!” Klavier shouted. “Apollo, mein Liebling, this whole time I’ve been flirting with you too!”

“...Huh?”

“Liebling, Schatzi, Hase, they’re all German pet names! As in, they’re things you’d call your lover…”

“I… Mi amor, mi vida, y mi luz, they’re the same! Spanish pet names for lovers!”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

“...What does this mean for us, then?” Apollo suddenly asked, hands still holding on to Klavier’s.

“Well… do you… d-do you like me? Like that, I mean?” Klavier stammered.

“Sí, I… I do. And um… do you like me back the same way?”

“Ja. I do.”

The two sat there, holding hands and looking at each other, averting eyes yet still meeting them.

“Oh, fuck this,” Apollo groaned, and stood up. “Klavier Gavin, will you go on a date with me?”

Klavier didn’t waste a second. “Yes.”

[piracytheorist]

SxF episode 20 German dub

See what I mean? Instead of writing I go back and watch stuff I've already watched - but but it's in a different language see? Oh well XD

When the Shopkeeper called during Yor's imaginative scenario, she said "Speak of the devil, and he will call." The actual idiom in English ends with "and he doth appear" (no I didn't know that I googled it just now), so now I wonder what the German version of the idiom ends like. A quick search didn't give anything and I'm too bored to search further XD

When Loid talked about how the white robe makes him look more professional, he added a "Don't you think?" at the end. This was cute, how he included Anya in the exchange :D

One of the funniest things about this dub is noticing Anya's language mistakes. She says "Schankedöhn" instead of "Dankeschön" (thank you very much) pretty much every time, and here she said "lennenzukernen" instead of "kennenzulernen" (get to know).

And this reminds me that I wonder, whether young kids make similar mistakes in their native language that people who learn that same language as a foreign one do. Like, the main mistakes I do in German grammar is a) not being sure when to use Akkusativ vs Dativ (like I understand the concept cause we have similar cases in Greek, but I often I forget what case each verb and preposition uses), b) using "haben" instead of "sein" for certain verbs in Perfekt, c) confusing "Ich werde" with "Ich wird" and vice versa, and a common mistake I would see in my fellow classmates was that they were forgetting to put the verb at the end of secondary clauses. Oh, and verbs with prepositions. Some I remember but most of them I'll just never manage to learn what preposition they take and whether Akkusativ or Dativ follows. I reached my foreign language quota at English and with German I've just been... struggling XD

Anya wrote how Loid's work is a paradise and Loid said, "I'm happy to hear that" with full irony on his voice and face.

Why do I find this so funny it shouldn't be funny asddgfdhgd curse you spy x family!! SADSFhdgfjfhdgfd

Anya called the consultation room "boring" because it was not like the operating rooms. Then she asked about the brain modification machine and Loid said "I have the feeling that you haven't understood the profession fully". Then when he wondered where she's getting all those ideas from, he thought he should reduce the time she spends on TV. And look... you won't find me disagreeing with this lmao.

Fiona told him "You and Anya seem to understand each other well" and he responded with "She causes me more work than expected." Fiona also used informal "you" with him. I wonder if in the next episode she'll use formal "you" when in front of Yor.

When Anya was in the vents being all SUS and her foot got free from the pipe, she said "Saved! Back to the base!"

I'm not sure about this one, but when Loid saw the mess Anya made with the sandbox, I think he said "What demon possessed you?!"

When Yor told Anya about Loid's "concussive therapy", Anya responded with "Violence at the workplace." LMAO

I wanted to add this screenshot for the end; when Anya gave her "secret code" to Damian she said "A secret code. Are you smart enough?" I love it when she's all sassy like that XD

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Heb dini Fründ nöch bi dir, aber dini Feind no nöcher

This is the TobiIzu Body Swap fic for @foundersweek day 3 that I literally just posted on AO3—but this time in Swiss German.

Yes, fucking Swiss German. Look Idk what to say, a few days ago I realized just how many Germans are in this fandom and my Swiss brain instantly went into fight!!! mode, so somehow, my solution for that was to translate my own fucking fic I first wrote in English, which is not a native language for me at all, into my first language, which isn’t even a language but a fucking dialect. Because, obviously, my brain is cheese. (Not Emmentaler tho. Me and my homies all hate Emmentaler because we have actual taste, thank you very much.) (Yes, I’m a fully grown adult btw., in case anyone was wondering. I’m just very tired okay.) (Fuck, I spend too much time on Tumblr.) (Me? Abusing the usage of parentheses? More likely than you think.)

Anyways, the real fic in English is on AO3, this nonsense stays on Tumblr only because I might be insane but I’m not insane enough to upload this on AO3, nope. Also, I feel the need to point out that I practically pissed myself laughing writing this. It’s insane but it’s fucking hilarious, y’all can’t deny that.

If I remember right, someone posted a fic here in German and said “lern Deutsch” to which I manically grinning respond “lärn Schwizerdütsch”. Here’s your chance >:D (But under the cut, because it’s embarrassing lol)

S’Erste, wo de Izuna märkt, isch wie chli er würkli isch.

Also, sträng gno nöd s’Erste – s’Allererste, wo ihm uffallt, isch, dass er im falsche verfickte Chörper steckt. Aber das isch näbesächlich. Was im Momänt würklich zellt, isch, dass Izuna viel chliner isch als er dänkt kah hett.

Objektiv gseh hett er natürlich immer gwüsst kah, dass er kein bsunders grosse Mänsch isch. D’Uchiha im Allgemeine sind nöd mit ‘nem grosse Wachstumsschueb gsägnet, sind ener uf Schnälligkeit und Beweglichkeit usgleit, und Izuna isch zuefelligerwiis hald no chliner, als de durchschnittlichi Uchiha. Aber das isch okay und stört ihn überhaupt nöd, will sini Persönlichkeit sini fehlendi Grössi wieder wett macht.

Aber de Izuna hett sich no nie chli gfühlt kah. Sicher, er muss immer es bitzli ufe luege, wenn er mit de Senju chämpft, vu dene ihri Vorfahre en Baumgott oder so mal gfickt kah ha müend, um so lächerlich gross und massig gbaut z’sii (s’erchlärt au s’scheiss Mokuton), aber es isch ihm na nie so vor cho, als wär’s so en grosse Unterschied.

Aber wenn er jetzt so us Tobiramas Auge uf Izunas eigete Chörper abe luegt (über was er bemerkenswerterwiis nonig in Panik gratet (villicht isch das die chüeli Wasser-Natur wo ihn ruhig haltet, wer weiss? (Tobirama wahrschinlich, aber s’isch ja nöd so, als wenn er de Senju danach fröge wür)), wird ihm bewusst, wie zierlich er würkli isch.

«Was zum Tüfel hesch du mit däm Jutsu erreiche wölle, Senju?», kücht er, sini Stimm viel tüüfer als sust und falsch, falsch, falsch, so verdammt falsch.

De Izuna hett kei Ahnig, wie de Tobirama es immer gschafft hett, ihn während ihrer Chämpf ernst z’neh; Wenn Izuna jemals gäg en Erwachsene, wo wie e delikati Porzellanpuppe usgseht, kämpft kah hetti – denn genau eso gseht Izuna us Tobiramas Sicht us, was so en huere Scheiss isch (villicht sind es nur Tobiramas Auge, wo sich da irret, das isch durchus möglich) – hetti er sich vor Lache i’d Hose pisst und sin Gägner ohni Ändi verspottet, vielleicht wäri er sogar tötet worde, will er ihn unterschätzt kah hetti.

Aber de Izuna isch au no nie vorher in so ‘nere Situation gsi, er hett no nie uf en Erwachsene abe luege müesse, das isch einfach falsch. Vor allem, wil de Erwachsni, auf de er abeluegt, Tobirama i Izunas eigetem verdammte Chörper isch – oh hey, gseht so us, als öb d’Panik jetzte isetzt.

Tobirama macht en sürliche Gesichtsusdruck, wo uf Izunas schönem Gsicht überhaupt nöd guet usgseht. Izuna hett die üppigste Lippe i allne fünf Elementarnatione, sie sötted zu ‘nem herzige, unwiderstehliche Schmollmund gformt werde – nöd zu ‘nere dünne, hässliche Linie gprässt.

Tobirama murmled öpis, wo de Izuna nöd verstah chann, was sini Geduld no witer strapaziert. «Was hesch gseit?», bällt er und versuecht, en Schritt uf sin läbenslange Feind zuezagh, aber er fangt sich, bevor er über die z’langi Gliedmasse stolpered wie es neugeborenes Fohle und nöd wie en vollwertige Shinobi. En Momänt lang frögt sich de Izuna, öb de Tobirama au i andere Bereich so gross isch, und er chann nöd anderst, als a sim/Tobiramas Schritt abe z’luege und z’versueche, d’Grössi dur d’Chleidig dure z’rate, aber d’Hose isch z’wiit zum öpis gseh, und obwohl de Izuna en fantastische Spion isch – de beste i ihrem Clan sit langer Ziit – chann nöd emal er eifach mitte ufem Schlachtfäld en Blick i sini Hose werfe, ohni unbemerkt z’bliibe.

«Ich ha gseit, ich ha versuecht s’Gedankekontroll-Jutsu vu de Yamanaka nazbilde. Wie du gsesch, hett das nöd eso funktioniert, wie das hett sölle.»

Izuna macht sis/Tobiramas (das faat ah verwirrend z’werde) Mul uf in Unglaube, will: «Werum zum Tüfel würsch du probiere so es Jutsu ellei azwände? Es git en Grund, werum d’Yamanaka es im Champf isetzed, nur wenn sie en Nara und en Akimichi a ihrere Siite hend, du dumme Senju!» Oh wow, er tönt genauso wie sin nii-san, wenn er Izuna über sini Fähler belehrt. Vor allem, will er jetzt e tüüferi Stimm hett. Das isch… peinlich.

Tobiramas Gsicht verzieht sich und – das isch en Schmollmund. Genau eso gseht de Izuna us, wenn er schmolle tuet! Heiligi Scheisse, de Izuna hett gar nöd gwüsst kah, dass de Tobirama schmolle cha. Oder villicht isch er scho immer dezue i de Lag gsi, aber sini eigeni Gsichtsmuskle wüssed nöd, wie sie sich bewege sölled, und jetzt, wo er i Izunas Chörper steckt, chann er tatsächlich Gfühl zeige?

Das isch so chrank. Senju Tobirama, zwei Jahr elter weder er, es ächts Genie (was Izuna nur widerwillig zuegit), steckt i Izunas eigetem Chörper fest und schmollt, will er grad hett zuegeh müesse, dass sis Jutsu fehlgschlage isch. What the fuck.

Izuna sött ihn umbringe. Sie befindet sich immer no mitte imene Chrieg, Tobirama gesht im Momänt zimli verletzlich us (oder gseht Izuna villicht immer eso us? Nei, er cha unmöglich immer so erbärmlich usgseh kah ha, oder? Oder?!), was ihn zu eifacher Büte macht, und wenn Izuna debie au na wege dem Jutsu stirbt, denn sötts halt so sii. Im Chrieg müend sie alli Opfer bringe, und z’stärbe wär immer no s’bessere Ergäbnis, als für immer i dem Chörper festzstecke.

Aber wenn de Izuna sini eigeti Gstalt so aluegt, chann er sich nöd würkli dezue duredringe, es z’mache. Izuna isch eifach z’schön zum sterbe. Wie hett öpper jemals Izunas Gsicht chönne aluege und ihm de Tod wünsche? Sind doch alles Monster.

Usserdem chann er sich i dene zu lange Gliedmasse nöd bewege. S’isch nöd wie bi ‘nem Henge, wo d’Verwandlig uf e Illusion berueht – s’isch en ächte Chörper, und es isch de falschi. Mit jedre Sekunde, wo vergaht, hasst de Izuna d’Situation meh und meh. Erfinder wie de Tobirama sind viel z’fest druf konzentriert usezfinde, öb sie öpis mache chönd, bevor sie innehebed un sich fröged, öb sie es mache sötted. Izuna hett über sis Spionagenetz es paar ghuschti Wort über Wiederbelebig vu Tote ghört, aber er hett immer glaubet kah, dass es nur Grücht sind. Jetzt isch er ener dezue gneigt, sie für wahr z’halte, wenn mer bedänkt, dass de Tobirama tatsächlich versuecht kah hett, e verborgeni Technik z’kopiere (und es au fast gschafft hett, das Arschloch).

Er weiss nöd, wie viel Ziit vergaht, i dene sie sich immer na mürrisch ahstarred, beidi nöd gwillt, de ander ahzgriife, wobie de Izuna villicht namal i unagmässner Wiis probiert, Tobiramas Schwamzgrössi usezfinde (im Ernst, was bringts, so gross z’sii, wenn mer nöd au det guet usgtatted isch, wo’s druf achunnt? S’isch ja nöd eso, wie wänn de Izuna es persönlichs Inträsse dra hetti, näh. Im Chrieg isch alles erlaubt und wie das Sprichwort so seit – heb dini Fründe nöch bi dir, aber heb dini Feind no nöcher (zuegeh, so isch das Sprichwort wahrschinli nöd gmeint, aber de Izuna kännt sich mit schöne Wort nöd eso us wie sin nii-san, also…)), aber es vergaht gnueg Ziit, dass d’Chämpf um sie ume es bizli abflaued und ihri elteri Brüedere zu ihne eiled, beidi mit bsorgte Gsichtsusdrück, nur dass sie uf de falschi Brüeder zuegönd.

«Tob-»

«Chumm mir ja nöd nöcher!», kreischt Izuna, was us Tobiramas Mul chomisch tönt, hebt es Kunai drohend i de Hand und gaht sicherheitshalber es paar Schritt zrugg. Uf kein Fall wird er sich vu dem Baumhrin ahlange lah. Us sim periphere Blickfäld chann er gseh, wie Tobirama s’gliiche mitem Madara macht, was, wie Izuna weiss, sin Brüder wahrschinli no meh ufregt, wo nie ufhöre wird ihn z’bemuettere, egal wie alt er isch.

De schockierti, fast scho untröstlichi Gsichtsusdruck vum Baumhirn wür Izuna es schlächts Gwüsse mache, dass ers überhaupt anezauberet kah hett, wenns öpper anderst als de verdammti Senju Hashirama wäri, dem er niemals über de Wäg traue wür. Tobirama zeigt wenigstens ganz offe, dass er ihn töte will, Hashirama aber zieht i e Schlacht, schwäzt vu Friede und chämpft denn trotzdem gäg de Madara. Izuna chann en nöd usstah. Ganz und gar nöd.

«Otouto, was –»

«Ich bin nöd din Brüder», zischt de Izuna, während Tobirama im gliiche Momänt «Anija» rüeft, wodrufhii de Hashirama sofort misstrauisch d’Auge verängt, zu Tobirama i Izunas Chörper übere luegt, zrugg zu Izuna und luut usatmet.

«Oh, nei.» Mit gschwinde Schritt gaht er zum Tobirama übere, ignoriert Madara, wo sich ihm i de Wäg z’stelle probiert, und seit: «Tobirama.»

Oh-oh. Izuna kännt die Stimm. Es isch die Stimm vum grosse Brüeder, wo sin jüngere Brüeder belehrt, wo irgendöpis wahnsinnig verbockt hett, wo au de Madara scho s’eint oder ander Mal bi Izuna benutzt kah hett. Sogar de Izuna muss devor zruggschrecke, und er isch nöd de, wo grad gscholte wird.

«Was händ mir veribart ungtesteti Jutsu ufem Schlachtfäld izsetze?»

Die Art und Wiis, wie de Tobirama beschämt wäg luegt und uf de Lippe chätsched, isch genau die gliich zu dere au de Izuna neigt. Izuna hetti nie dänkt, dass jemals de Tag cho wür, wo er mit sim verfluechte Feind sympathisiert, und doch isch er jetzt da.

De Schlagabtusch macht, dass de Madara stah bliibt und ändlich zu Izuna übere luegt, wobie sini Auge Izuna praktisch durebohred.

«Izuna?», frögt er ungläubig.

Izuna winkt fräch mit de Hand und seit: «Wie laufts, Aniki?», um s’Ganze abzrunde. Madaras Auge sind churz devor, us de Höhle usezsrpinge, was, wenn de Izuna ehrlich isch, ziemlich lustig isch. Bsunders, will er jetzt uf de Madara abe luegt, was e ganz neui Erfahrig für ihn isch. Wenigstens isch Madara für en Uchiha untypisch bullig baut und gseht nöd us wie e zierlichi Puppe wie de Izuna. Werum sind alli elteri Brüdere immer grösser? Sogar Tobirama isch chliner als Hashirama, was i Abetracht sinre sowieso scho unmänschlicher Grossi lächerlich isch. S’isch nöd fair, d’elteri Brüder händ doch scho meh Privilegie, gopf.

«Was meinsch du mit achtefüfzig prozäntiger Chance uf Erfolg? Du weisch, dass das z’wenig isch!», übertreit Hashiramas hässigi Stimm zu ihne übere und laht sogar Madara bi dem Tonfall e Grimasse schniide. Tobirama hett d’Ärm trotzig verschränkt und schint nöd z’merke, dass er s’Sharningan aktiviert hett, i das de Hashirama ohni mit de Wimpere z’zucke ine lueget.

«Hashirama, bring din Dämonbrüder dezue, s’Jutsu uf de Stell rückgängig z’mache», rüeft Madara übere.

«Und du glaubsch nöd, dass ich das scho längst gmacht kah hetti, wenn ich wüssti wie, Uchiha?» – Izuna gfallts ganz und gar nöd, wie sin Clansname wie e Beleidigung us sim eigete Mul usegschlüdered wird – «Jetzt gesehn ich, dass die ganze Haar nur dezue da sind, um vom fählende Hirni abzlänke.»

Madara strübt sich sofort wie es Stachelschwii. «Du –»

«Tobirama!»

Izuna sött sich wahrschinlich im Name vu sim Brüeder beleidigt fühle, und das tuet er au, aber leider tuet er au schnaube. Ganz luut. Was ihm es empörts Luftschnappe vu Madara ihbringt.

«Was? Das isch lustig gsi, okay?!», versuecht er sich schlächt z’verteidige.

«Ich chann nöd glaube, dass mir uf die Wiis ändlich zu dem Waffestillstand chömmed, de ich scho so lang gforderet han. Villicht sött ich dir danke, otouto.»

«Wär hett irgendöppis vu nem Waffestillstand gseit?!»

«Madara, min alte Kolleg…»

«Nänn mich nöd eso!»

«… wie sölled mir denn zu üserem Clan-Lager zruggkhere, wenn üsi Brüdere no immer im Chörper vum andere stecked?»

Das bringt Madara sofort zum schwiige und laht Izuna, wo am Madara grad hett welle säge, dass er dem Senju nöd vertraue sötti, s’Mul mit ‘nem höhrbare Klick schlüsse. Verdammt, s’Baumhirn hett nöd ganz Unrächt.

«Anija», faat de Tobirama ah, nur zum denn inne z’hebe und d’Stirn z’runzle, d’Hand ufem Buch und – oh, nei. Nei, nei, nei, nöd vor Madara, bitte – «Du hesch es Piercing?», frögt er überrascht und fast scho bitz neugierig, d’Auge uf Izuna grichted. Ah, scheisse.

Madara drült sin Chopf lutstarch zu Izuna. «Izuna, ich han der doch gseit, du söttsch der das Buchpiercing nöd stäche lah!»

De Tag chönnt würkli nöd no schlmimmer meh werde. Es wär schön, wenn sich de Bode öffne und ihn jede Moment verschlucke chönnti, merci. «Okay, erstens bin ich erwachse, und zweitens hend hützutags alli Fraue in Kaze no Kuni en Buchnabelring, das isch es ganz normales Accessoire –»

«Du bisch weder en Windshinobi, no e Frau!»

«Aso, das isch sexistisch.»

«Du Goof, wie verfickt no eis chann das sex-»

«So amüsant üches chlises Brüedergezänk au isch», unterbricht Hashirama ihre Striit ruhig, aber bestimmt, sis Chakra mächtig gnueg, zum sogar Madara zum Schwiige z’bringe, «ich wür mich lieber uf e Lösig für die Situation konzentriere, i dere sich Tobirama und Izuna grad befindet.»

Für en Momänt gseht Madara so us, als wür er Hashirama widerspräche wölle, doch denn holt er tüüf Luft, richtet sich uf, gseht wieder wie es gfasstes Clanoberhupt us und git es bejahend, aber zögernds «Hn» vu sich.

«Guet. Also, das isch wo ich…»

Izuna lost nöd ane, sini Auge sind uf Tobirama grichtet, wo viel interessanter isch und… «Hör uf mit mim Buchring z’spiele, du Idiot!»

Tobirama versteck sofort sini Hand und versuecht, en unschuldige Gsichtsusdruck ufzsetze (was mit Izunas Gsicht zimli guet funktioniert), wie wänn de Izuna ihn nöd grad wortwörtlich erwischt kah hetti. «Es länkt ab», murmlet er und wagt es, Izunas Wälpeblick gäg sich sälber ahzwände.

«Mhm, es isch au e erogeni –» Zone chann er nümme fertig säge, will bevor er überhaupt reagiere chann, spriessed Ranke plötzlich usem Bode, wo Izuna fest umschlinget, ihn chnäblet und ihn uf die Wiis effektiv zum Schwiige bringed. Anstatt sich z’verchrampfe, reagiert Tobiramas Chörper instinktiv entspannt, was ihm zeigt, dass das nöd s’erste Mal passiert isch und dass sin Chörper glärnt hett, sich so z’verhalte, dass die Situation für ihn so wenig unagnähm wie möglich wird. Izuna macht s’gliiche, wenn er sin Chörper automatisch mit sim fürige Chakra ufheizt, bevor er ufs Wasser trifft, wenn de Madara ihn i de Koiteich wirft. Dur das Jutsu-Missgschick lärnt de Izuna meh über Tobirama, als er je hett wüsse wölle. Vor allem, dass sie sich für sin Gschmack viel z’ähnlich sind.

Als er sin Blick überegleite laht, findet er Tobirama im genau gliche Griff, sis ganze Wese strahlt puuri Irritation us, will er, genau wie Izuna, nöd i de Lag isch, sich usem Griff vum Mokuton z’befreie.

«Wenn mer bedänkt, dass ihr üch das Schlamassel sälber ibrockt hend, sötted ihr villicht ufhöre, üch wie Chinder z’striite und stattdesse üchi Energie uf’s eigentliche Problem verwände.»

Was zum Tüfel, warum wird de Izuna mit ‘em Tobirama i ‘en Topf gworfe?! Er hett doch gar nüt gmacht, das isch alles Tobiramas Schuld! Hässig probiert er, sich gäg die Fessle z’wehere, schüttled und träted, als – oh. Oh, okay. Gseht ganz danach us, als öb de Tobirama doch i allne Bereich vu sim Chörper gross gwachse isch. Was für en Glückspilz. De Izuna wird definitiv spöter mit dem spiele, um agmässenes Verhalte chümmered er sich nümme meh. Solang er i Tobiramas Chörper steckt, ghört er ihm, und er cha demit mache, was er will. (Und nei, er hett no nie füchti Träum devo kah, absolut nöd.)

Sobald er ufhört, sich z’winde, züched d’Ranke sich wieder zrugg und lönd ihn sanft zum Bode sinke. Izuna grunzt nur i Baumhirns Richtig, seit aber nüt, will er nöd nomal i so en Griff grate will, merci, aber eimal isch gnueg gsi. Sogar Madara gseht beeidruckt us vu Hashirama’s festem Griff, was so peinlich isch, riss dich gfälligst zämme, nii-san.

«Gsehnd er, das isch do gar nöd so schwer, gäll?» De Maa hett keis Rächt druf, so freudestrahlend und unschuldig z’lächle, als hetti er Izuna nöd grad i nem feste Griff kah, wo ihn mit ere einzig Fingerbewegig uf de Stell hetti töte chönne.

«Ich wär dir dankbar, wänn du mim Brüeder nöd namal drohe würsch, Senju», chunnt Madara ändlich zur Izunas Rettig, wenn au scho z’spaat.

«Und ich würs begrüesse, wänn din Brüeder sich uf d’Situation konzentriere wür und nöd uf irendöpis anderes», schüsst s’Baumhirn zrugg und lächled unbewegt, während um ihn ume lächerlichi, farbigi Blueme spriessed, als wänn er en Waldgeist wäri.

«Hmpf.» Und schwupps – de Muet isch wieder wägg. Villicht sötti Izuna de Madara mal i de Koiteich wärfe – er hett jetzt sogar de Chörper, zum’s durezieh.

«Perfäkt. Ich bin so froh, dass mir jetzt ändlich Friede zwüsched üsne Clans schlüsse chönnd. Tobirama, ich nimm ah, du hesch Notize zu dem Jutsu i dim Labor?»

Tobirama grunzt (Izuna will, dass er ufhört, sis schöne Gsicht so z’missbruche), antwortet aber pflichtbewusst: «Ja, Anija.»

«Guet. Ich wird Touka bitte, üsi Truppe zum Gländ zrugg bringe z’lah, und ich nimm ah, du wirsch au öpper ernänne, wo sich mit üchne Chämpfer zruggzieht, Madara?»

Was für en huere Schissdräck. Madara, anstatt Izuna nach dem absolute Desaster vu nem Champf wenigstens z’umarme (was, okay, fair isch, er treit grad s’Gsicht vum Feind, ganz zu schweige devo, dass er viel grösser isch, als er sii sötti, und das muss rächt erschreckend sii – aber trotzdem), wändet sich Hashirama zue, um ihri nögst Plän z’bespräche, also macht Izuna s’einzig Logische; er rückt nöcher a Tobirama ane. De weicht überraschenderwiis nöd zruggt, beäugt Izuna aber misstrauisch.

So sehr sich Tobirama au bemüeht, stoisch z’würke, Izuna hett genau gseh, wo sini Hand vor ‘ere Sekunde no gsi isch. Also grinst er uf sis eigete Gsicht abe, läckt sich über d’Lippe und süslet i nem tüüfe, heisere Ton (wo Izuna sälber z’schaffe macht, wow – wenn Tobirama de Tonfall jemals im Champf benutzt hetti, wär Izuna uf de Stell gstorbe): «Weisch, wenn a dem Ring es bitzli nach obe ziehsch –»

Ehe er sich’s vergseht, wicklet sich d’Mokuton-Ranke nomal um ihn und sis Mul – aber nöd, bevor er gseht, wie de helli Teint vu sim Chörper vu ‘ere schöne Röti überno wird, Tobirama es Hitzgi usestossed und d’Auge wiit ufrisst, was die ganz Tortur absolut lohnenswert macht.

Ja, Izuna wird de spezifischi Feind uf jede Fall vil nöcher bi sich palte.

[lucysarah-c]

Oh darling don't worry about rambling. I think readers enjoy knowing more about a writer.

The whole procedure sounds exhausting. Wishing you the best of luck in that. And I hope everything goes smoothly for you.

However, I am curious as to why you decided to do a PhD. degree? I am assuming you really like research, I am curious to know why people apply for it. I have been taught that isn't really necessary to pursue, I am not trying to dissuade you, I just want to know your point of view, and I find that interesting.

I haven't had the chance to visit Germany. It is a great country to settle in, If that what you are planning for. I heard a nightmare about their paperwork. God be with you. Will you be taking classes in german or will it be in English? Do you need an English test certification for it?

Also, it is so lovely of you to think of your mom. She is lucky to have a daughter like you.

I hope that you mind me sending you an abnormal amount of questions 😄

when you answer, your Tumblr asks or writes your posts. Do you do it from a pc or from your phone? I found out that I can't send long paragraphs from my pc unless I do it on my phone. I was wondering if it is the same case for you.

I’m not sure what my readers enjoy to be honest hahaha But if you're my reader and want to know more about my personal life haha I don't mind it.

Thank you! I hope everything turns out smoothly too.

About the PhD, I think it really depends not only on the field you're in but also your prospects. For example, I studied Biotechnology and molecular biology, but in my last years of the degree I dedicated myself to nanobiotechnology for oncological treatments. When I joined the nanotechnology team, nano was something that nobody really cared about and therefore it was a really small side of biotechnology compared to other well known parts of it. Once the pandemic hit, the health science field began to have a boom and Nanotechnology was a field that was only being explored for arms industry and cosmetics. Now nanotechnology is being explored in the health industry a lot and, since I'm kinda part of the "teams who were pioneers on it" I've the chances to work and study a field that doesn't have that much "competition" yet but also its "highly demanded". Plus, someone has to do them, you know haha Someone has to investigate the improvements of new treatments. The PhD is the only option for me if I want to keep going with my studies. Like, yeah I could work in the industry without a master or phd and make way more money than the scholarship I'll get. Sorry, long story short, I want to investigate the probabilities of curing Cancer with nanotechnology. This is way too new so they need people to research about it for it to one day be a treatment available for people.

I have also heard that Germans aren't good with paperwork lmao. It seems to be a thing. I visited Germany when I traveled a few years ago. It's a really calm and lovely place. The master is in English and yes I need an English certificate that I already own. Your girl is a C2 or proficient in English like Excuse me lmao jk I don't feel like I'm proficiency at all but the IELTS exam says otherwise lol.

I'm learning German! I'm actually in the middle of my A2 to B1 classes so, careful I know how to say my name lmao. I feel it's a really "boxy" language but a friend of mine, who speaks German said "but Lucy, you speak Spanish as your first language, it's like you speak in cursive. Obviously it feels less "literature '' '' that actually boosted my self esteem lol I've never thought Spanish as a "lovely" language but I guess it is!

I don't mind the questions if you don't mind that I take a while to reply haha

Eh... I've no idea, because I've not send asks is a long while hahah I basically log in to Tumblr to post and I leave because I've like -10 time in my life at the moment. But I mostly post from my computer because the phone app doesn't let me select more than one paragraph at a time and editing is a mess.

But, for example, the tumblr computer web doesn't alert me when I've overpass the 30 tags limit and the phone does. It's weird, tumblr is a mess.

Have a lovely day!

[ourlordapollo]

Stumbled across this Fanfic Tag Game and nobody tagged me in it but I thought it looked fun, so here we are

As such, I will also not be tagging anyone. Be free! You can do whatever you want forever!

1: How many fics do you have on AO3?

31

2: What’s your total AO3 word count?

347,001 :0

3: What fandoms do you write for?

Pokémon (games), Ace Attorney, Sanders Sides, Black Butler, Welcome to Hell

4: What are your top five fics by kudos?

I Love You (Just in Case You Didn't Know) (Pkmn)

Seek, and Ye Shall Find (W2H)

Soft-Shoe Shuffle (TSS)

Intertwined (TSS)

A Place Where I Can Breathe (TSS)

5: Do you respond to comments?

I try to! If someone leaves a whole bunch on a multichap then I usually just reply to the last one.

The only comments I absolutely don't respond to are ones speculating on what will happen next. No hate, and I'm truly flattered people are invested enough to guess, but they make me uncomfortable because them I start to wonder "does my version not make sense? Will they be disappointed if the story doesn't go that way?? Am I gonna get a bad grade in fanfic??????"

I am very normal :)

6: What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Down Comes the Night. It's a W2H fic that ends with a break up so bad one of the parties literally invents Hell. (Yes it's Proveles lmao)

7: What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ILY(JICYDK). I write a LOT of happy endings, but there's this concept in music theory where something loud sounds loud, but something equally loud preceeded by something quiet sounds REALLY LOUD. By that metric, many of my endings are roughly the same, but this one is preceded by something tragic.

8: Do you get hate on fics?

No lmao. I don't really write anything controversial.

9: Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah. Maybe in the future, but it's not really the kind of thing I'm interested in on its own? I can see p0rn having a place in some future stories, but it's not something I'd prioritize.

10: Do you write crossovers?

Nah. Apparently what I write are called "fusions."

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12: Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I have toyed with the idea of translating my own fics into German

13: Have you ever co-written a fic?

Good LORD, no. I'm too much of a control freak to ever consider that

14: What’s your all time favorite ship?

Apparently it's SnazzyShipping. Don't ask.

15: What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will?

You never know with me. I could finish anything at any time.

16: What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, weird displays of love and intimacy that ride the line between platonic and romantic, dialogue, pastiche, and dialogue

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I get a little caught up in adjectives so I'll use two (or more) redundant ones in a way that really doesn't serve the story, but frees me of having to choose lmao. Occasionally you'll get a sentence like "her voice was soft, gentle, crawling along his skin like a drop of water" or some bullshit. It purples up my prose needlessly.

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

BUCKLE UP

I think it works best as little interjections; I think it can really humanize characters who learned English as a second language. For example, in all my years studying German, no one in my class EVER answered a question with "ja." It was ALWAYS "yeah" or "yes," even when we were doing total immersion. There are just always things that are gonna come out of your mouth in your native tongue unless you're being REALLY careful. So I think interjections, expressions of pain, yes and no answers, and swears/oaths do REALLY well when written out in the target language.

That being said, I don't think it works for most other scenarios. Maybe in a story with an omniscient narrator. Because in deep POV, if your character doesn't speak the target language, "he mumbled something in German" works better than "'küssen verboten,' he said, whatever that meant" because there's no reason the POV character would be able to identify those words without also understanding them.

There is one niche usage of the above that I've found works, and it's used in The Secret History, the OG dark academia novel by Donna Tartt. A character speaks Latin at the POV character. He understands enough Latin to pick out and identify the words that are being said to him, but he doesn't know what they mean.

*deep inhale*

HOWEVER you do have the problem of the POV character speaking the target language with someone else, and they both understand each other. There's no elegant solution to this. "'Kissing forbidden," he said in German. / "Strongly forbidden," I agreed in kind' can only do so much, especially if it's a long conversation. It's not strictly grammatically correct, but back in my Hetalia days, people used to use «guillemets» to indicate sentences spoken in the target language and I have borrowed that from time to time because I find it the most elegant solution, even if it necessitates explanation in the author's note

19: First fandom you wrote for?

Pokémon! But the anime; I used to almost exclusively read and write RocketShipping fanfic

20: Favorite fic you’ve written?

When I weed my garden, I don't pick out a favorite weed as I'm throwing them all in the compost lmao. For me, writing is like weeding my brain. I think my fics are good, and I re-read them, but I wouldn't use the words "like," "dislike," favorite," "least favorite," etc to describe my relationship with them

Wait no just kidding it's Hitsuzen.

Hitsuzen is my favorite work.

[lorddeathofmurdermountain]

The internet is a wonderful thing. For instance, it just told me I might have had a mild form of cluster headaches for the past like 5 years or more. You know just a poorly understood non-curable weird fucking bitch of a headache that only occurs behind one of your eyes at a time (it can switch whenever the fuck it wants). In fact I'm lucky it's so mild because most people can get woken up from sleep from the sheer pain. Symptoms also include a runny nose and tear production in the affected eye as well as popping blood vessels etc. Most cases last between iirc 15 minute to three hour intervals and happen on and off for a couple of months, before a period of calm for like half a year, at which point you can again look forward to a month or more of random half hour on average pain akin to someone taking a fucking spoon to your eye.

Well like I said I'm lucky enough that this shit's been written off before as "staring at the screen too much" or "just another headache", I guess I'll have this looked at eventually. I mean I'd really rather fucking kill myself than visit a doctor of any kind but we'll see if it gets any worse after idk a decade or something then I might go. Presently it's not any worse at keeping me awake than my own thoughts anyway. In fact I prefer this bitch behind my eye to the shit that usually keeps me awake. How do I explain to the doctor that I want the headache to persist so I don't start thinking about giving up on life and becoming a hobo or just straight up starving myself to death? I mean I'm not depressed enough to actually manage it since I still can't last more than a day (I forget sometimes ok) but it's amusing in a very morbid way to think about the face people would make were I, a known glutton, to die of starvation.

Anyway this shifted quite suddenly from headache to depression and suicide so to get the one person I can think of actually seeing this an appropriate counterweight to this stupid bombshell, lemme tell a funny story.

So for context my mom used to know fuck all English - she studied German instead, more or less - so when a gaggle of Indians show up to her grocery store looking to by lunch she kind of struggles to give them options; they do end up deciding to get sandwiches, but now they have to pick an appropriate salami. Mom can barely fucking differentiate the meats in English much less explain the dumbass intricacies of the various brands, so she just does what she knows - she starts listing meats. So there's pig, there's chicken... And there's cow. Apparently the fellas were so appalled one or two of them started immediately praying. All of this, by the way, was a few days after the same group came in the store and demanded the clerks learn Indian, at which point my mom managed to string together something that, according to her, amounts to perfectly saying "You came to live and work here and don't know our language, and now you demand we speak yours?" after which some kind of manager that showed up with the workers blushed and agreed with the sentiment.