#and english is not my native language so

[iconbyunghun]

Pretty doll

Pairing: Jin Hyun Pil x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are his pretty assistant, who has no right to refuse anything he orders you to do.

Warnings: Smut 18+, age gap (early 20s/50s), oral (m recieving), power dynamics, degradation, exhibitionism (kinda)

Word count: 1.2 k

a/n: I watched "Master" a few days ago, and I didn’t have a single pure thought about this man. This is a quick one shot, but I promise there will be many more to come! :)

The deafening cheers and applause of the crowd faded into the distance as you walked down the hallway toward the exit. The echo of the ovation still vibrated against the walls, yet inside you, there was only a tense silence.

At your side, drawing every gaze, walked Jin Hyun Pil. His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his imposing figure. He radiated authority with each step, flanked by his security guards, while you, his pretty assistant, kept pace with precise coordination.

Gone was the charming smile, the image of One Network Inc.’s charismatic leader. Now, his face was something else, serious, cold, calculating. Since you started working for him, you have been captivated by his duality.

"You're coming with me." His voice was an unyielding command, accompanied by a gaze that raked over you from head to toe before he stepped into the car. One of the men accompanying him held the door open to the waiting vehicle.

Without hesitation, you followed him inside. The door shut with a sharp click, and the engine purred softly as the driver received the signal to start moving.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick, charged with a tense silence. You sat beside him, a small distance between you, gripping your notepad like an anchor. You were his personal assistant, but from the very first day, he had made it clear that the exorbitant salary and privileges he granted you were not a gesture of generosity for your pretty face and intelligence. He needed you for other things. Things more… intimate.

"How was I today?" he asked with a half-smile, raising a hand to slide his fingers through your hair, idly playing with a loose strand. His tone was light, almost amused, but his dark eyes studied you with an intensity that kept you on the edge of submission.

"Impeccable as always, sir," you replied with a small, timid smile, forcing yourself to maintain composure.

His expression hardened instantly. His fingers closed firmly around your chin, tilting your face toward him.

"I've already told you how you should refer to me in private." His other hand tugged gently at your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze.

A soft gasp escaped your lips. The slight pull wasn’t painful, but the combination of his tone and touch sent a shiver through you. You briefly averted your eyes toward the driver, an older man whose expression remained impassive, as if nothing beyond the wheel existed in his world.

You swallowed.

“Sorry, Daddy…” you whispered. 

His smile returned, full of satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your ear before capturing your earlobe between his teeth, biting slowly, enjoying your reaction. His hand moved down your body with exasperating slowness, sliding under your skirt.

Your breathing hitched.

“Daddy’s had a rough day,” he murmured in a deep voice, his lips brushing your skin. “Why don’t you use that cute little mouth of yours to help me relax?”

Your body tensed.

“Right now?” you asked in a shaky whisper, all too aware of the driver’s presence. “Why don’t we wait until we’re alone?”

His response was immediate and abrupt.

“Are you stupid or what?” His voice turned cold and sharp. Before you could react, he yanked you suddenly, causing you to lose your balance. Your body hit the carpet of the car with a thud.

“I pay you to follow my orders when I give them, not to question me.” His gaze was ice-cold, his patience gone.

Your chest rose and fell with force, the weight of his words settling heavily on your skin. The car continued moving forward, the driver silent, as if the scene behind him was nothing more than a void in the rearview mirror’s reflection.

“I'm sorry,” you hurried to say while your hands moved tremblingly to the zipper of his dress pants. You felt his excitement tightening the fabric and his darkened gaze fixed on you.

He ran his fingers through his grey hair, a mocking smile playing on his lips, before tilting his head and fixing his gaze on you with intensity. He relished how docile you were and how easily he could control you, turning you into a complete mess.

He helped you pull down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his prominent erection. You wrapped your hands around it, caressing him up and down.

“Hey, Dong Ik,” he said loudly, his voice raspier than usual as he addressed the driver. “Could you put on some music?”

“Of course, sir,” came the calm response.

Soft notes of a song you hadn’t heard before filled the car. The volume was set to a reasonable level for everyone inside. You couldn’t help but wonder if he did this with his previous assistants, as both men seemed completely at ease with the situation.

“Are you feeling calmer now?” he asked, running his hands over your cheeks before gripping the sides of your head tightly. You nodded.

“Open that pretty little mouth.” He demanded, guiding you straight to his cock, and without warning, he thrust it deep into your throat, making you choke and suppress a gag before he pulled you away with a laugh of pure enjoyment. “Sorry, baby, but having you on your knees makes me lose a bit of myself control.”

Without answering him, you continued on your own, starting with a lick along one of the veins that ran along his erect member. With your right hand, you held him, while with your left, you massaged his balls. In the short time you had been doing this, he had taught you quite well, and the hard way, how he liked to be touched

When you reached the tip, you tasted his essence concentrated in tiny drops. You took him into your mouth, descending slowly while your tongue danced around him before ascending with intense suction. His breathing became erratic, and a growl escaped his lips.

“What a good little doll I have gotten myself,” he praised, throwing his head back and letting out more gasps.

You continued pleasuring him, and you couldn't help but feel your center wet and in need of his touch. You would never openly admit it, but it excited you to be humiliated by him.

“That's right, my precious slut, just like thaaat.” He commented especially loudly when you took him completely in your mouth all the way to the back of your throat. His hands went back to your head, and he held you like that for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Tears were present in your eyes. Looking at you, he only wanted more of that expression on your face.

He held your head, and as if it were his sex doll, he began to fuck your mouth, your saliva mixed with his own liquids escaping from your mouth, in the car the music mixed with the sounds of wetness, gasps, and your muffled complaints.

When he finally felt that he was about to finish, he pulled out, and you automatically opened your mouth to receive his essence; he caressed himself for a few more seconds before emptying himself on your tongue and face.

He smiled proudly when he saw his work of art, your teary eyes, totally disheveled hair, and swollen lips with drops of his essence all over your face.

“I think you deserve a raise” he commented happily, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

[holorform2009]

ђєll๏ tђєгє

You stopped running, you make sure you are far away from those two as you breath heavily for air, you did what he told you to and so you did. But right now, you don't know where you are. Oh wait. You do!

This is the spot where you woke up, and definitely the spot where you got chased by that red boy, you let out a sigh, already exhausted by running. Something caught your eyes, when you look up it was a black headphones with an R logo on it. Curious, you approached the object and picked it up in your tiny hands.

You wonder who is the owner of this headphone.

You decided to wear it, for now. You should find the owner to give it back, maybe you can find the other survivors in the process.

As you wander aimlessly in this place, you saw a generator but in your eyes it looked like an ice cooler box. You moved closer looking at it with curiosity wondering what to do. You noticed there's a colorful wires inside, what you did next was touching it. You expected it to cause a spark when touched but nothing happens, so you gently grab a wire knowing it's safe to touch. As you inspect it you noticed how there is two colors of each wires so you begin to connect the dots by connect the same colors of the wires.

You started off slow, small hands carefully arranged the wires, connecting each of them as you were getting the hang of it. You felt so proud doing this. As you were about to finish the last wire, you were suddenly hoisted up in the air and a pair of hands grabbed you before you fall down as you let out an "oof—!" noise.

"Oh why hello there! GUYS LOOK! I FOUND THEM!"

"Hah?—" you let out a noise of confusion and at the same time startled when the stranger suddenly picked you up like you were some kind of kitten picked up on the street.

You looked at him in the eye, your eyes wide with surprised and maybe a little bit of fear.

"Found the kid that boss told us about!"

"Who—?"

Soon, you were surrounded by four man and all of them looked at you as they began to talk about you. "Can– uh.. can you put me down?" You muttered nervously as one of the henchman reached to your face and pinched your cheek.

"Ow–!" You slapped his hand away. "Can you put me down please? It's uncomfortable..." You wiggled in his grasp.

"Hey isn't that boss' hat?"

"Why do they look like someone?"

"Wait, something is missing!"

Are you serious? All of them didn't listen. And before you know it, a shade was placed in your face.

"Now they look like Chance!"

"Ayyy a mini chance!"

"Uh guys..."

"What?"

"They're crying..."

"Oh shi—" a hand slapped his mouth shut.

"sniff sniff— WAA–- AAAAH!!" You cried as you flailed your arms, wiggling in his grasp. This time, the man who is holding you, finally placed you down.

"oh shoot!— we're sorry!"

When you began to cry, the four of them tried to make you stop crying but to no avail. "What do we do??? Boss is going to kill us!"

"I dunno know! You started it!"

"What do you mean I started it!?"

"Guys– you're not helping. The kid is crying—"

"Shut up dude! You're not helping either!"

SLAP!

"WAAH— Eheha! AAAH!"

"Did they just—"

"I've got an idea" a smile creeped up on his face as he looked at his fellow buddy. "No please don't. I know what you're going to d—"

SLAP!

Your cries slowly turning into giggles. "Dude, do it again it's working!" "Ow! No please no!"

SLAP!

"OW! STOP THAT!"

"Sorry bro but I can't, gotta make them stop crying. Don't want our boss to see them like this" Then the three man began to torture the poor guy for the sake of you to stop crying. "Stop hitting yourself man" he laughed as he grabbed his hand to forcefully hit his own face "ACK— STOP!"

In the distance, 007n7 saw it all. Even Two Time. "Um.. should we help them? The child is in danger–"

"No no, let them be. It doesn't seem like they are trying to hurt the young one. The spawn is with them after all."

"..yeah... righttt...." 007n7 says sightly sarcastically as he looked back to where you are in worry. Who wouldn't be worried when he saw you crying? Especially a child. The parental instincts inside him kicked in.

Two Time stopped him, noticing how the father begins to take step forward. "Don't, the spawn told me it's very risky. There are four of them, and it's just the two of us." Well his not wrong. Both of them doesn't have the ability to stun, the only survivor that have that abilities are Shedletsky, Guest, Taph, and Chance.

"For now, let's back away. We don't want them to know we are here, otherwise you want to be killed next."

"Right..."

[rute-me]

[heshmmity]

i cant even fully explain how much i love bill and mabel's friendship. they paint their nails pink together. throwing sleepovers with candy and grenda, he is like a girl dad but uncle to all of the girls. (including pacifica, shes also a guest on parties when she isnt busy)

bill gives mabel dating tips (poorly. these tips suck.) and all these tips suck bc bill is a pathetic dude. he literally whines to mabel every time ford is busy with researches and ignores him for five minutes. mabel knitted like a million sweaters for him with personal designs (sooo much doritos jokes)

and they dont allow ford, stan or dipper on their sleepovers. bill teaches girls how to play all sorts of gamblings and at first he was like doing all sorts of giveaways to girls but then he realizes that he cant actually win them in damn poker. he lost a lot of sweets that day. sweets and dignity

i have so much headcanons for them helppppp

[majusav]

A "quick" comic i made for fun (took me 5 fckn days because of work. quick comic my ass)

[kaktusjin]

[delite-tea]

My headcanon design for Tulpar and layout study

Only have top view for now. Will share part 2 for outer ship design and the crew's rooms.

Some details of the ship:

Shape is turtle-inspired. The idea mainly due to the cockpit’s position and shape.

Tulpar is 55 years old and counting (for now).

The height of the cargo area is equivalent to five levels/floors, extends lower than the first floor and higher than the second floor.

The path to the reactor/oxygen and water supply is LONG. If there's something that needs to be repaired, the mechanics usually do not eat/drink beforehand to avoid needing to go to the bathroom.

The washroom doesn't have a lock, so the crew has to flip the sign on the door if it was occupied. Unfortunately…sometimes they forgot...so now they also have to knock the door before entering, just in case.

Having reactor next to oxygen tank is surely not a bad idea!

The ship used water recovery system. Daisuke was not amused when he found out where the tap water comes from.

Curly sometimes refers the ship as Ms. Turtle. “Her full name is Tulpar the Turtle” he would say.

Reference pictures and source under the cut:

Source: Out of Bounds Secrets | Mouthwashing

[liltaireissocute]

[PERC'ILDAN]

my favourite 'idiots in love' dynamic

[yzegem]

Description of an encounter with a summerfolk, taken from a letter sent by the diplomat Isji Fan to his superior:

My lord of the eastern tributary province, I send you this letter as an update on the unsuccessful negotiations with Osdu da Lag, the summerfolk warlord of the Yukas valley, on the subject of granting safe passage to our merchants and peasants through this region.

We first sent a summerfolk envoy to his hidden hill fortress, who was treated with respect and arranged a date for our meeting.

The summerfolk of the lowlands and specially da Lag are known for their brutality against their enemies but hospitality with messengers, so I was only accompanied by two lance bearing local soldiers and a translator, as a way of not raising any tensions.

My translator was Enkida, a girl from Four Ports, knowledgeable of many languages spoken by men and summerfolk of the region alike and loyal to our cause.

We arrived in the set location at the arranged time and waited sitting on portable stools. The place was a rocky clearing of the forest next to a weak shallow creek, with dense vegetation all around us, wich made it hard to see beyond the tree line.

After nervous waiting for about half an hour the sudden sound of pebbles sliding over one another warned us of our visitor, who had until now managed to move it's massive body through the vegetation unnoticed.

He was tall even for one of his kind, his thin body a moving palm trunck, and his frizzy hair, styled into many knots and intertwined with feathers and beads made his head look even more like the foliage of said tree. He beared full red warpaint on his face and most shocking of all, he lacked the typical large cloak of his people and exposed his pitch black naked body.

Before we even said a word, he sat down in front of us, with his legs, as long as a laying man could span, spread surrounding our group.

This action, my lord, wich you could find common to do in front of your guests, is extremely rare among the summerfolk and gave us a clear message. See, those of his kind rarely sit down and prefer to eat, work, talk and even sleep standing up, as, given their stature, lifting their body quickly from the ground makes their head ache and even faint.

Da Lag was showing clear vulnerability, sitting naked and unarmed in front of us, still, I'm ashamed that my reaction was that of fright, my lord. He was not afraid of us one bit, and felt safe even immobile and unarmed.

[torrrrrra]

okay we get it. all bat-no one see without a cape-man stuff so everyone in JL have no idea why this man so mad at Bruce Wayne. Hate white rich slutty guy, well YEAH eat the rude and etc, but theirs sweet little kinda depressive Bruce Wayne? Who's actually got drunk and cry about how much his baby is adorable? No one can hate Bruce Wayne. Even Luthor adore with him. So, they just suggest that The Prince of Gotham and Gotham Knight did have a situationship.

Because every time when something starts mention with Bruce, Batman just get out of room. Or start being creepy quiet. Or start being an ass

"He's incredibly incompetent."

"No, he's not. You live in Gotham, you know how much he did for your city???"

"Not so much as he can."

And that's freaking everyone out, because what the fuck??? Stor being so mean for theirs precious boy??? Theirs literally main investor???

And, you know, they starts trying to show to Spooky that Bruce is good, he's doing his better, but it's doesn't fucking work.

So yeah, Batman and Bruce Wayne are exes.

Until they're not.

Probably it's some mission or JL start trust each other enough to shows up theirs identity and it's good, Green Arrow you're a SLUT, but Batman. He sighs and looks at everyone and then it's just.

What the fuck.

"Soo, it was a your typically self destructive self deprecating behavior or are you bipolar? Please, tell that's the second one."

"Unfortunately, that's the first, guys." says the kid from Batman's Bruce's Cape and he's so tine and adorable, but what the fuck.

Bruce's exhausted, let his kid take all social interactions, thank you.

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

–

Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[isiloup]

"So we found our way back home. Let our cuts and bruises heal. While a brand-new war began. One that no one else could feel"

Post-Ishval angst here, my mind is running wild for weeks now about that time, because of this song ;

My thoughts on Riza's Ishval return ;

I think she's going back to the academy. For one thing, to properly complete the cursus. At least sort out the paperwork and graduate properly? On the other hand, I don't think she has anywhere else to go. I'm not sure she wants to go back to the Hawkeye house, filled with all kinds of memories.

She has a decision to make; to continue in the army or not? I like to think she's making that decision after the episode of her burned back. (I don't know where to put it in the timeline? Do they do it in Ishval, making it look like an accident, an attack by the last few Ishval rebels? Or are they waiting to get off the train? Or are they (ROY) waiting a few more weeks? IDK. there are so many great theories out there!) Anyway, during her convalescence, Roy will share with her the conversation he had with Hughes and will do anything to reach the top to make amends and solve the army/country's problems. It's at this point that she makes the choice to join him and follow him to hell a second time if need be.

I have no idea how a military academy is organized :') But imagining Rebecca and Riza roomates was very easy. Anyway, the result is that they're both sleeping in the same room. PEF nightmare that turns into PTSD episode etc… And Rebecca, ooooh sweet, sweet Rebecca, manages to calm her down, despite everything that's spinning around in poor Riza's head. - You know, like the horror of war, realization that she's unleashed a Flame Alchmist on an entire population, her back, remorse, memories, Kimblee's words (yes, that's free) , etc etc etc. All through a scope, please - and this scene is just running around in my head and I had to put it on the screen. Then it gave me the opportunity to draw Riza and Rebecca, so I'm HAPPY.

Obviously, these are just my thoughts. And that's why I love fanfics, finding out how everyone fills in the gaps in the story. 🤌

[canisalbus]

Here, a quick little doodle i did of your kids, i love these two so much, you are genuinely one of my favorite artists, i have shown so many of your art pieces to my friends and my sister.

Even if you drew them as stick figures i would be as invested as I'm with them and all of their lore, it's really inspiring! so breath, drink some water, and i myself know it's not that easy but take just a bit of that pressure off yourself you are enough and we are here for you!

I hope much better days come your way because you deserve them

(you don't have to answer this I just wanted you to know how much i appreciate your art and your existence, also sorry for bad english jajja)

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[sunlight-shunlight]

putting it into an ask because I don't want to derail your post sorry

As someone who's culture lost their last L1 Speaker around the time they were born. This!! So much this!!

It is EXTREMELY difficult to learn endangered languages, and from experience the people who do know how to speak some of it are extremely protective of it even to others from that same culture! (something that makes me even more attached to the dalish as a peoples sigh)

I would die for the chance to speak my tribes original language but even if I could jump through the hoops to do it, a decade is decisively not. enough. time. to do so. Yet alone to adopt the native cadence of the language. Again even if I wanted too! Which I desperately desperately do!

Lavellan would have to jump through so many hoops that by the time she might be ready to start speaking it regularly (in the context of ancient elvhen) that Veilguard would probably be on the horizon already. That's also given the idea that there are even universities willing to put aside discriminatory behavior twords the elves to provide classes on such specific subjects. AND putting aside the whole 'wow that's straight up the herald of andraste in my Sociolinguistics class' with the problems that would cause.

I mean, I know its a fantasy universe and I'm really projecting on it here but like hear me out- I have a dictionary and a book of stories translated by scholars I will never meet, and a series of audio-files that I myself had to copy convert to a format I could have on my phone and listen to. I'm untrained and uneducated on how to go about it sure but even with my available tools it feels like an uphill battle with every new word I pick out to practice. I sing songs from that book fully knowing Im butchering it the whole time, and try my best to feel connected to something i know I cannot fully understand. And that's beautiful! That;s fantastic! There's something to truly love there! And veilguard doesn't even let us try to explore that idea!

The fact that we don't get to choose whether or not we drank from the well makes this so extremely frustrating. The game gives both the Inquisitor and Moriggan the benefits of the well without ever allowing our input. Because to me the only way that Lavellan could become even partially fluent in ancient elvhen would be if she drank from the well. But then Moriggan is also allowed all types of unlocked knowledge from her deus-ex-inner-mythal shes suddenly alright with having been provided from her mother despite her horror in DAI.

It takes away a huge part of what I think Solas really liked about a romanced Inky, as she was always so curious and open to learning new things about the past- Even when they would clash on certain subjects. It takes away this really lovely concept that even if they are going into the torment nexus together that he could at least be teaching her the language in there on top of it all. He would love her broken annunciations and he awkward cadence, and respond in kind ;w;

I'm super biased about the torment nexus ending because I love the mythological tragedy of it but there should have been so many more choices ugghh. While I would still choose this ending regardless I think the idea that the inquisitor should have been able to have at least an on screen spat between her and Solas, There is absolutely good reason for it all considering.

She should have had moments where she slips in and out of what she had learned from the ancient dialect, Where she goes from in canter to out because of how passionate she might be in that moment. Going from trade to elvhen and back. It would be glaringly obvious that she practiced what she did want to say to him in the final battle and he would be able to tell. It would mean so much more to him than her just magically understanding it all at once.

we could have one of his stupid chuckles with tears welling in his eyes and everything like damn you bioware *shaking fist at cloud*

At least give me some kind of 'a romanced inquisitor convened with spirits to learn' kind of explanation if you're going to magic it into her knowledge I mean please!

Anyway sorry for the ramble, I wouldn't have the confidence to share this if it wasn't for your posts so thanks for all of your lore-dives and analysis posts I do genuinely enjoy all of them.

♥🤝

yeah!! i very much agree. i'm very mildly bilingual (not good at it ahaha) and like... that language is not endangered in the least, half my family still speaks it, and it's still just hard to re-learn on a basic level! and to me there's always that degree of self consciousness and feeling a bit bad about not knowing, when it's a language i feel like i "should" know, as opposed to a fully second language that i'm just learning from scratch. and personally i get stressed and actively worse at it when people expect me to be fluent and get disappointed when i'm not. the social pressure alone removes some linguistic ability, haha.

so i found it sad that lavellan - regardless of the well - gets pushed into suddenly being 100% fluent. she can still be dalish and not good at it! or just not the type of person who'd think to speak in it in front of random people (everyone else standing there fdhjdgd). i thought of my inquisitor as a city elf who was adopted into the clan as a child, and tried REALLY hard to learn elvhen afterwards bc she wanted to fit in. but it's not "natural" to her to slip into it for longer or more complex ideas. and arguably if a lavellan got "woe, fluency be upon ye" from the well, they might actually be LESS likely to use it in speaking, bc it is also a bit of a mind control symptom at that point...

and imo it's actually really sweet that solas falls in love with someone who - at least in dai - is really different from him! on top of being a cringe fail mortal from the world he initially hated, and from a culture that doesn't like him, lavellan does not have to be very in tune with the language or culture as he knows it. he goes for their ~rare and marvelous spirit~ rather than anything else, and is happy to share with them, but it's never like a mandatory thing.

I mean, I know its a fantasy universe and I'm really projecting on it here but like hear me out- I have a dictionary and a book of stories translated by scholars I will never meet, and a series of audio-files that I myself had to copy convert to a format I could have on my phone and listen to. I'm untrained and uneducated on how to go about it sure but even with my available tools it feels like an uphill battle with every new word I pick out to practice. I sing songs from that book fully knowing Im butchering it the whole time, and try my best to feel connected to something i know I cannot fully understand. And that's beautiful! That;s fantastic! There's something to truly love there! And veilguard doesn't even let us try to explore that idea!

and this is exactly it!! i think that experience of slowly picking up things and figuring out how much you can learn is really important, and they just skipped over that entirely to "lavellan is now suddenly fluent in elvhen. yay!" which kind of elides how much work that is, how or why they would've done that, whether they would've wanted to...

like that's a whole character arc that seemingly just gets skipped offscreen and made mandatory! and it's not bc the writers are saying anything really deep and meaningful about cultural reconnection, but bc i think they were likely not ever in the position of having to think about those types of decisions themselves, and uncharitably, were like "ok. solas is super elfy, right. so to make it more romantic, make lavellan super elfy as well! yay! Problem Solved :)" when that was never a problem. ;-;

[flovoid]

CRIMINAL VS DETECTIVE

a detective who is obsessing over solving a case involving a ‘criminal’ who steals precious monuments but does bring these items back under a ‘one’ condition…

which is forcing officers of the law in san myshuno to reveal their deepest injustice secrets, that are long hidden from the public eyes..

[melikes-reads]

To German speakers

Serious question: how do you think, before you talk?

I've been watching German tv series and reading German fics, so my reading and listening comprehension is improving.

But.

German syntax is puzzling. Extremely so.

I know the grammar rules, I do! But my mind automatically goes subject + verb + object + conjunction + subject + verb + object when I want to speak.

When I write, I have time to reflect about the correct order of each word (and pieces of a word!), but trying to speak and remember where every part of the speech goes, and the right declensions… Impossible.

So, any advice?