#be warned before u unroll the cut: this bitch is LONG

[loveshacks]

johnny & gyro's accents

ive been thinking So Much about what the characters' voices actually sound like in sbr & i meant to make one big post about all the characters' accents but then it got wayyy too long so im just gonna piece it apart.

so here's my stab at johnny, gyro, and wekapipo's accents with audio samples and without too much IPA ^_^ (bc my phonetic transcribing skills are whack)

Johhny: johnny was born & raised in central Kentucky so you'd think he'd just sound something like this (srsly check that link that whole website is a godsend for this type of thing) but note that the lady in that recording was born ~40 yrs after johnny was. southern accents changed a lot during/after the civil war and then again during WWI/II, but i think we can assume his speech consists of a lot of 'long vowels' (think I (eye) -> aah and hand -> ha[y]and) as well as distinct w and h sounds in words like which and what ("why" would sound like, "hwa"). He would not have the pin/pen merger, which is my favorite feature of modern southern accents, since it didn't become very common until the early/mid-20th century :(. However he would pronounce gyro like 'jah-ro' and that's all that really matters to me.

Ok just a little bit of IPA as a treat because the wiki for old southern says they pronounced their 'o' (as in no) weird too?!! so here is gyro in IPA: /dʒaɪ roʊ/ and here is how johnny would pronounce it: /dʒaæ: rɔu/ ok.... [IPA reader]

also important to note that he comes from a family of upper class plantation owners (altho he lived not far from the Appalachian Mtns, that's a whole other ballgame linguistically. his father "was the owner of several farms" so I'm grouping the joestars in w plantation owners). Rich southern whites of the time had a tendency to drop their 'r's intentionally (non-rhotic speech) to sound more...dignified i believe. Not to mention Johnny spent a good portion of his childhood in England (i can't seem to find a specific location :/) where dropping your 'r's is like, the core of their accent. so there's a very very good chance he's saying "my horse" like, "ma ho(ah)se." He might even have some kind of proto-transatlantic thing going on depending on how much time he spent in england. totally by accident, too.

/lɛt mɪj sɪj'ɪt wʌn mɔo: taæm/

"let me seeyit wun mo(ah) ta(ah)m" (roughly) IPA reader again but she does pretty bad with it (be sure to remove the apostrophe's or she can't read it. for some reason). the [ɪj] in 'me' and 'see' is almost unhearable in the robot reader but in a real life southern drawl you'd for sure be able to hear how they glide their vowels. also the double vowels in 'more' and 'time' would sound a lot smoother; think about how southerners get accused of "adding syllables" to their words and there u go. +realistically he'd probably say lemme but im just working with what we've got 🕺

Gyro: as we know gyro is not only italian, but specifically from naples, because araki has some weird obsession with the place. but who am i to talk about weird obsessions right. In the manga it's referred to as the 'Kingdom of Naples' and is still essentially its own insulated country. This makes it A LOT easier to figure out his accent! Naples, as a region, has its very own language<- in this clip around :44 you can hear the actress mimicking standard italian ("they act like this they talk like this") the difference is mainly in the 's' sound, sharper in italian, and more 'sh' in neapolitan, like when she says "pa(sh)quale". notice tho that neapolitan has a fairly similar rhythm to italian, despite having a lot of different pronunciations + vocab, and, yknow. being a whole other language.

It's very likely that gyro doesn't even speak standard Italian because he doesn't really need to, insulated kingdom and all. Which would mean English is his second language after Neapolitan. Here's a guess at what he sounds like. The person in that recording has a pretty thick accent, and depending on how long gyro has been studying english (my cursory search for a reference to that in the manga turned up nothing) he may or may not have a pretty thick accent too. Then again i can't remember a time anyone pointed out him sounding strange or foreign or having a noticeable accent. I'm thinking his speech would be characterized by those inserted vowels (epenthesis) everyone typically associates with an italian accent, especially after dental sounds like "l" "t" "s" and maybe "r." It's more common for words in neapolitan (and italian) to end in vowel sounds than it is for them to end in consonants, whereas it's the reverse in english, so adding vowels in unfamiliar consonant clusters makes the rhythm of the sentence feel more familiar + easier to pronounce. so if he's saying "steel ball run" he's likely to add a vowel in there "steel ball-(eh) run." Also, rolled r's and those slushy neapolitan s sounds. (maybe his jokes are funny in neapolitan?)

/eɪ dɔn'tɑtʃ ɛt/ /ɛts'stɨl'ɛ'ʃpɨnɨŋ/

Reader again be sure to take out the apostrophes ;o

the [h](hey), [əʊ] (don't, own), [ɪ] (spin, sit) and [ʌ] (touch, cup) don't exist in neapolitan, so it would be a little harder for him to pronounce those sounds. add the 'eh' between the dental sounds (ll-eh-sp instead of ll-sp in 'still spinning'). + neapolitan uses the [ʃ] (sh) sound before p sounds so he would consistently be pronouncing spin like, "shpin" ;w; (source)

one more thing about gyro. cause like i said the [əʊ] sound (like in go) doesn't technically exist in neapolitan, or at least it's not as strong of a glide as it is in american english. so the 'o' in nyo ho ho sounds more like the 'o' in off and frog. and HOW has the [h] sound become such a central part of his vocabulary, when it has no place in his mother tongue? no idea. maybe that is just his natural laugh (i always thought it was forced because. who tf laughs like that). On the other hand he may have replaced the breathy [h] sound with a glottal stop (think uh oh) or just taught himself how to do the [h] sounds really well and this ridiculous laugh is his way of bragging about it. either way, he sounds a lot less like santa clause with the neapolitan 'o' sound, imo. and here are two different transcriptions in case you wanna hear the robot voice do gyro's laugh: /njɔ ʔɔ ʔɔ/ /njɔ hɔ hɔ/

Basically all the same goes for Wekapipo, although he has been living in the US and presumably speaking exclusively english for a while by the start of SBR, so his accent would be softer than Gyro's. I'm thinking they would fall back into Neapolitan when talking to just each other- i have no solid evidence to back this up but i mean they have no reason not to. also, throughout their conversation in chap 54 johnny seems to be retaining none of it. so...maybe?

....i'm not transcribing all that. but here is an audio sample of someone from naples with a more assimilated accent :^)

ok this got long i will do diego, soundman and maybe valentine in a diff post :^)

[wheelersdealer]

Little Devil

Request: Hey, I have a Steve Harrington X reader request... U know when eleven gets bitten by the ST3 monster and then that weird thing comes out of the bite on her leg, could u possibly do it so it's the reader who gets bitten and Steve is helping them. I hope this isn't too much to ask for 😊 - @nerdy-collector-festival Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Warnings: STRANGER THINGS SEASON 3 SPOILERS! Profanity, descriptions of blood and gore.  A/n: I reblog all gifs I use under #gif. 

“Y/n? Y/n — hey hey hey hey hey—!” Steve grabs you when you try to walk away. You don’t get far but regardless you keep trying, even when his arms. You’re burning up yet feel so cold, and his warmth does nothing to help you feel good. You can’t even think of his comfort or why he’d be worried, you just try to get out and on your own. But that quickly your energy is all gone and you’re still, limp against him.

“Y/n, what’s…?”

That look he first thought to be scorn on your face for all the things Dustin described the two of them doing…with a deeper look, Steve realizes it’s much more pitiful. You’re in pain.

He looks over his shoulder where your eyes are crossed over, looks at El and Mike in a loose grasp, Jonathan hugging his brother Will tight, even Lucas and Erica bickering admits his reunion with Dustin, but he can’t help but give his little sister a faint hug no matter how hard she pretends to be disgusted by it. 

It’s all so sweet. And you huff, forcing a smile. But as your eyes go back over one person to the next, you can feel a terrible throbbing and hear a sickening buzz inside of your head. You gently push away from Steve, just a step or two, breathing quicker than your lungs can keep up with as the world starts spinning and this pain in your leg — in everything — gets worse and worse and—

He just took his eyes off for a second or two. For you, it was much longer than that. A second out of his arms and you collapse onto the floor.

“Y/n?!” He yelps, attempting to lung forward and catch you. He barely saves your head from meeting the hard ground, but his grip begins to slip and he yells “Guys?!” As he lowers you completely and comes to kneel around your head.

He leans forward, dropping both knees to the sides of your head to make it easier for him to get in your face. 

“Y/n? Y/n?!” He shouts while shaking you. 

And then you begin to stir and he reels back relieved, chuckling madly. Until you begin to groan and that strange uncomfortable smile you had from before makes much more sense as you violently kick your leg forward and grab onto him. 

Steve looks on slightly clueless and with his jaw slack as Jonathan thinks to hold your leg still and peel off the bandages that were applied earlier. 

Back then it was just a cut.

A collective groan at the entity that’s embedded itself into your flesh.

“What is that?” Erica scoffs while Dustin gags into his fist. 

Then Steve knows what’s up. He hugs around your shoulders and neck, pulling your upper half into his lap as though he can somehow drag you away from your own, hostile leg. He keeps his hands on your cheeks as best as he can despite the painful twisting of his wrist, and dips his head to keep his lips against your forehead. 

He presses rapid kisses and does you the favor of wiping beads of sweat from your skin as your chest rises taller and taller faster and faster. 

Mike is by your side, holding his hands on the floor right by our stomach. “There’s something in there.” He says in a hurried breath and gesture for El to come over, but she’s stuck staring at your leg in disbelief as whatever is in there begins to writhe, the swollen flesh no longer just pulsing. 

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin mutters. He looks at Steve and tries getting into a position where he’ll even bother to look at him. 

“Uh k-keep her talking.” Jonathan is up off the ground, his only moment of hesitation being when he sees Steve’s complacency. He’s hugging you, comforting you, but getting comfort from you. Before he leaves he kneels by Steve to get in his face. “Keep her awake, okay?” He nods along witH Steve, only able to hope that he’s listening. 

And then he’s up and gone, running from the group and gathering any tool and utensil he can at nearest food stand in the court. 

When he comes back around he drops to his knees with a damn butcher’s knife in hand and Steve wonders if he’s lost his mind. 

“J-Jonathan? Jonathan?!”  Steve holds his hand out to try and stop him but Jonathan looks at you. You squirm in pain but ultimately nod, giving him the go ahead. Then you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation and Steve feels your nails begins to dig into him. 

“No no no no no! Jonathan what are you doin—AH!” He hisses as Jonathan pushes the knife into your wound. That’s when you hold your tongue and dig your nails into Steve’s flesh even deeper. “Jonathan STOP you’re hurting her!” 

Jonathan holds his hand out to the wound, bloody and full of pus. His voice is raspy and seems to hurt when he raises it so high but Steve can’t deny that the urgency in his words is justified. “I have to! I have to get it out!”

You grit your teeth and nod as best as you can. 

Steve reluctantly leans down again and presses a kiss to your forehead. He stays with his lips against your skin and takes one of your hands away from your face so he can hold it down by your stomach where it’s a more natural position for you. Your squeeze alone hurts like a bitch.

“We’re gonna get it out. It’s gonna be okay, okay Y/n?�� He coos.

Then Jonathan pushes his fingers in and you start screaming instead of letting out those organized grunts you managed you hide your pain behind previously.

Steve starts to backtrack on his thought process, really unsure if there’s any way to help you.

God, he doesn’t know how to help you.

He watches with tears brimming his eyes before he forces them shut, letting you squeeze his hand tighter and tighter. The way he stretches so you can hold his hand lifts your head up just enough to also watch as Jonathan struggles with the little devil inside your leg. 

“Jonathan hurry up!” Looking to Steve Jonathan can see his brows low and thick, his whole face heavy with anger. He sees Steve’s uneven breath as he tries to steady them for you, to make you feel comfortable in his lap despite the circumstances.

And then you choke out “St—OP! ST—“ your voice getting lost halfway. “STOP!” You shout desperately with strain.

But Jonathan keeps going. He understands your pain but he just needs to get the damned thing out of your leg.

Steve leans forward and tries his best to flick at him. “Jonathan! She said stop!” 

He does again. But before he can start up for what he considers the grater good, El nudges him.

She looks at you, she looks at Steve, she looks at Jonathan and Mike too. She gets the nod from you and Mike and Jonathan but Steve just stares in disbelief. 

Then you’re pouting and whimpering and whining up at him. He sees your lips trembling as the discomfort of the situation still gives you an uncontrollable smile. 

Steve nods. 

And Eleven focuses herself. 

And you scream louder and louder.

It hurts her to go so far, without the doubt the worst pain you’ve ever had the misfortune to feel. And damn if the Russians can’t hear you right now.

Everybody’s screaming with you. Either to cheer you on, cheer Eleven on, or out of disgust when she gets just the tail-end of the create out before it slithers back into the cavity its made. When you get a look at the damn thing you scream even louder out of fear this time knowing it’s something so, so disgusting.

Focusing her brows, the veins on her head popping out, Eleven stretches her fingers as far out as she can muster before ripping the sucker from your leg with a gush of blood coming out where it blocked and attached to your blood flow. The glass of the store behind you completely shatters as she screams, and without a thought, she throws it a good distance, absolutely heated. It lands with a weak plop as it hits the linoleum, and she gets on her knees to hold your feet and coo while you finally get a chance to breathe. 

You swear you almost have a heart attack when there’s a loud thump in the direction where she threw it. You all look back…and there’s Hopper having killed the thing under his boot. 

You’re mildly relieved. 

But there’s still blood. Lots of blood.

Steve was biting on his thumb the whole time in between kissing your temples. He’s relieved too and lets out a shaky laugh. It’s soft and only between you two, so you laugh too from relief that the damn thing is gone. 

Jonathan gets back up on his feet and is hesitant to either keep the job going (after all you’re bleeding out) or stop for his mother’s sake. 

He stares her in the eyes as she approaches, and holds a hand out. “Bandages,” he says. “We need more bandages.” 

Max goes “Oh!” And remembers the little box she smuggled out of the store and stored into her pocket. Jonathan does his best to put pressure on the wound with some of the dish towels he picked up but no way is he letting cloths soaked in the grease and sweat off fry cook’s hands wrap around your leg for God knows how long. 

He mutters “Sorry Y/n,” right as he does it but it’s nothing compared to that. 

Max fumbles, getting out the tightly rolled bandages from the package. It’s only as thick as her two thumbs and she worries it won’t be enough, but when you grab onto her hand before she stands back up, she feels comfortable with her contribution. You smile at her and squeeze her knuckles before letting her go.

“Uhm, rubbing alcohol? Wherever you got the bandages—did you get rubbing alcohol?”

“Yup!” Lucas slips off his bag and drops it on his knee beside you. Your eyes are not focusing and your whole demeanor is quite loopy, so you giggle when Lucas winks and smiles at you before whipping out the bottle he smuggled. He figured you’ve been at this long enough to have known you would all potentially be needing multiple trips to the supermarket. 

Jonathan unrolls the bandage but is stuck. He stutters, “Uh-I uh—“ 

Then Steve sighs and starts to get up. “Give it. You go find clean towels.” Jonathan nods and tosses it to Steve. He barely catches it but pushes it against his palm to keep it safe. “You,” he nods at Mike, then down at you and while he gets up Mike comes around to where he once sat so he can keep your head cushioned. 

Steve kneels down by your feet. When his eyes meet yours his flicker away immediately. But you’re smiling and he can’t help smiling too. He knows you don’t mind it, but he feels like an ass in this instance. 

He props up your leg and pulls at the bandage to figure out which way it needs to go. It’s one of the ones with a sticky portion at the end to hold it all together and not the kind that you tuck. Lucas hands him the rubbing alcohol just as Jonathan jogs back with a towel. You can see him sniff it softly to make sure it’s actually clean and not reeking of more grease. 

“Thank you,” Steve mumbles. He tries avoiding your eyes again but can’t and says “Sorry about this,” as he pours the rubbing alcohol over the bunched up towel. He holds it over your leg so of course it stings when some of it goes right through. Still, it’s nothing compared to what you’ve just been through.

“Sorry,” he says again as he puts the soaked towel to your injury with purpose. 

Now that hurts like a bitch. 

And apparently, your hands do too. 

“Ow ow ouch ouch,” Mike seethes. Max slaps him on the arm and he yells “Sorry!” Before Hopper comes around. He nudges his leg with his foot and nods his head for Mike to go anywhere else. Hopper kneels and Mike gives him reign over your comfort, your head resting in his lap instead.

He immediately gives his hand and you squeeze as soon as you get it. Steve doesn’t miss a spot. He basically cleans your whole leg before he’s comfortable enough to bandage it up. 

“You doin’ okay Y/n?” Steve asks.

You force a smile. “Never better.” 

His high school and sports days have suited him for knowing how to tie a good bandage. 

He finishes up and despite the sticky assistance at the end of the roll, he also remembers to tuck the end down under the rest of it to keep it extra secure.

Steve and the others get up, with Steve leaning forward and holding both hands to you to help. You grab onto him and Hopper helps even more when he stands. You stumble forward into Steve’s arms and he holds your head against his chest while whispering in your ear.

“We’re never doing this again,” he chuckles. 

“Ugh.” He kisses your forehead. “I hope the hell not.” 

Things go quiet and it’s like you can hear the ticking of a watch. Maybe it’s a clock somewhere overhead. With the tick, tick, tick making your head ache, you close your eyes and wrap your arms around Steve knowing his presence alone can make it better. 

Then Hopper clears his throat and popping an eye open, you realize that tick tick ticking sound is him tapping his foot on the ground. 

“Oh yeah…” Steve mutters. “Looks like the gang’s got some explaining to do.” 

You roll your eyes and can only assume everybody else does too. 

Hopper smiles. “Sure do.”