#because back then I misspelled everything because english is hard

[thesingingrevolution]

if you learned portuguese either by growing up speaking it or learning it as your were older. did you ever learn to differentiate avô and avó by the diacritic resembling something you wear on your head?? cause i remember my mom and pre k teachers telling me that the ô looks like a hat, so it’s the grandpa, and the ó looks like a hair clip so it’s the grandma 😭😭😭 when i was little was that the only way i could tell the difference

[caineinthecorner]

Language (The Demon Brothers)

★ Based on my language general hcs. Part 2 is here.

Hi. Today we have the demon brothers language hcs, brought to you by a single dumbass bilingual. :D

I include mentions of bilingual/multilingual MC, but I use the term MC and you interchangeably in the bullet points. It's the same thing who cares (you can also add whatever languages you think fit I am just going off vibes tbh)

★ Lucifer.

Since he was the strongest and highest ranked out of the brothers, his innate abilities were muddled the least.

This is to say that he remembers a lot from his innate knowledge as an angel, and can actually fare incredibly well on his own if you leave him in the human realm.

(the language he preferred back in his angel days was Archaic Latin, which is also Simeon's preferred language)

When Diavolo brought up the idea of the human exchange program he was like "(: ok" and binged human language for like two months straight like a total psychopath

He's like one of those fancy 10+ languages fluent polyglots (how)

Despite his fluency, it is rare to ever see him speak them. He has better things to do and prefers demon tongue.

Or if he does, the Loquar Ad Vos that was applied to you once you arrived in Devildom doesn't allow you to hear it.

You try to swear in your native language around him and oh boy it backfires

That is how you learn he's fluent in everything under the sun (exaggeration)

Frustrated, you grumble that you will learn demon tongue just to one up him

He takes it like a challenge. Enjoy reading a million books on the demonic language and having double the homework for your little joke.

(he gives you hard material to learn on purpose to see you fail. Enjoy hell buckoo. Double hell? Hell²)

You kept misspelling good morning in demon tongue as a demonic death threat and that somehow turned into an inside joke between the two of you.

He has to keep himself from chuckling whenever MC screws up words

Your accent is lovely though. Keep it up

★ Mammon.

Spanish and English.

Ok I actually can't justify myself further than "Mams would absolutely fucking go to Vegas" and the fact that USA has a large Latino population but hear me out

You cannot tell me that he would not watch telenovelas. Like. C'mon.

he has the vibes of a Spanish speaker is what I am saying

he was SO frustrated about having to learn human languages you have no idea

In fact he probably still struggles a bit and that makes him really mad

Why is it so complicated all of the sudden?! It wasn't complicated Before!

He unconsciously associates human languages with the trauma of the fall, and the stress and hurt and turbulent emotions it conveys

So learning new languages besides the two he knows is a touchy subject for him

(but like, he will learn MC's native language despite this. Whining to hell about it, but he will. Everything for MC)

You are actually very lucky that you have Loquar Ad Vos with you, bcs he actually switches from demon tongue to either English or Spanish mid sentence sometimes.

Not that you notice with your crusty translator (Loquar also works for human languages it supports), of course.

"Ayo can you [Spanish phrase], oh and give me a [English word], for a [spanglish nonsense]" <- Mammon's dumbass not functioning in trilingual

Also he has an accent but he's trying

The others are used to it so they don't question it anymore, but they deadass could not understand Mammon at some point because trilingual was not computing

It was frustrating to say the least

You two play charades with each other when the other forgets a word in your respective languages

"MC WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE ANIMAL FUCK THAT CHANGES HOME" "... Hermit crab?" "THATS THE BITCH"

★ Leviathan.

Japanese (very decent) and English (bad) are musts.

You cannot tell me for a second this fuck watches anime subbed OR dubbed. He's too weeb for that. He will watch the original dub version for the full emotional impact

He wanted to know what happens in the weeb world of the west (and internet discourse), so he learned English through shitty 2000s anime forums and Duolingo

Probably plays Duolingo competitively and/or cries if he loses his streak

His hearing and speaking English is okay, his writing is literally so so shit

Tried to learn a romantic language to be corny but failed miserably.

(He steered clear of languages his brothers know so he isn't self conscious)

It was probably Portuguese or something since Mammon kept talking about being good at figuring it out as a Spanish speaker (due to it being a romantic language)

The diacritical marks killed him on the spot

Meu português não é bom... (crying)

Victim of the you're* corrections

Runs his several-paragraphs-long rants about weeb stuff through Satan so the grammar is legit

Actually thinking about it would be absolutely fucking hilarious if he knew russian just for funsies. Yeah add Russian to the list

He sends you crusty Russian memes at unholy hours in the morning. Calls that bonding

Would absolutely swear in loud ass Russian while playing Valorant or smt

"ПИЗДЕЦ" "LEVI IT'S 2AM SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Ah + he knows Morse code (obviously). He was really excited when he discovered it and proceeded to obsess over it for like three weeks straight.

Although by the time he learned about it humans had already moved on from its wide-spead use at sea (post-1999), the Devildom Navy adapted Morse code for their own use as per Levi's command.

He teaches MC how to use Morse code (bashfully) and they send lil' messages to each other for fun

★ Satan.

He inherited a good chunk of Lucifer’s angel-knows-all-languages innate talents.

He doesn't have the angel knowledge of every language, of course, but he definitely has a really high count since birth; Unlike his brothers who had to relearn their languages of interest.

However, he can tell™ that the topic of languages is kinda taboo-y, as it signifies the traumatic fall he himself was not there to witness, and kept quiet about it.

The others (mostly) think he just learned languages in his free time.

He is the designated google translate person. When the other brothers need translations, they ask him.

He gets very frustrated when he has to translate something on the spot

Absolutely knows Chinese and Latin just to read fancy old human books and be a menace about it

He has a copy of the Art Of War in Chinese I will fight you on that

Actually he probably owns every important human book in its native language

Culprit of the you're* corrections

If he has to read another thesis-length essay abt weeb shit by leviathan he will actually lose his shit

You know the Voynich manuscript? He's probably trying to decode it for funsies.

If you and him (unfortunately) share a language, he will absolutely correct the living shit out of you when you speak it

Look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't "erm ACtuAllY" MC. You can't.

His ass does not understand slang. At all. You tell him See You Later Alligator and he'll be like "tf you smoking ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ?"

★ Asmodeus.

French. And Korean. Maybe very mid English.

Ok so french is the language of lOVe and whatever + Korea is known for their heavy beauty-focused culture

I can see Asmo definitely picking up Korean just for makeup and self care brands purposes.

Like it is easier to browse for products he wants if he can actually browse the original places/websites himself

It's just more convenient and he's actually very good at language learning

+ Korean it is a "cutesy" language so it fits his vibe.

Like he absolutely would go "안녕 teehee (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)" to look disarming is what I am saying

He flirts to hell with Solomon in French. It is a language they both know and isn't supported by Loquar for translation so nobody can snoop their conversations

If you have the misfortune of knowing French I am so sorry for you bcs they are NASTY

Solomon is teaching him English. Asmo fakes being bad at it on purpose

★ Beelzebub.

He knows a decent amount of English.

What does he use it for? Order food. Obviously.

In fact everyone kinda assumes he just knows a few food orders and that's it but no he's actually very decent at English (borderline fluent)

He learned through clunky conversation with small restaurant owners

Beel actually makes a great effort to enunciate every word clearly, so he doesn't like speaking long sentences

"Would you like Salsa with that, sweetheart?" "... Yes," <- Beel has no fucking clue wtf salsa is but it tastes good so who is he to defy food gods (a nice Mexican grandma with a killer Pozole) whom have blessed him

I also think he would probably know some kind of sign language

Fingerspelling maybe, solely because it allows him to talk while having his mouth full or bcs his games are loud and he can't hear words very well

That and, like, the Devildom equivalent of sign language. DSL or something.

Look at him. Absolute sweetheart. He would absolutely want to include deaf or hard of hearing ppl.

★ Belphegor.

Ok so

I am going to be very fr with you

I believe Belphie would be the only monolingual (demon tongue "native") of the brothers

at most he would remember a few phrases of a few languages from back when he was an angel, but not any specifics

Like this dude has ZERO interest in human culture I cannot think he would sit down to (re)learn anything

he would fall asleep trying to learn human verbs actually

He only knows how to tell you to fuck off on 4 languages (/hj)

None which you speak. So that's kinda awkward

He doesn't know how to cast Loquar (nor has any interest in learning how)

Beel casts it for him if he needs it

He can and will deadass just remove the translator spell from you if you try to annoy/interact with him (except if Beel is who casts it on you).

(so Beel now also casts Loquar for you)

Begone >:(

[snowy-vee]

Academic Rivals [One-Shot]

ellie williams x fem!reader

n/a: this is my first ff and first time writing smut🤷🏾‍♀️ PLEASE JUDGE, I love constructive criticism, also English is not my first language! Any misspelling will be edited if anything, I hope you guys enjoy♡ Also I don't think I will ever write "smut" again

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You let out a scream that was drowned out by your pillow as you kicked and whimpered like a little girl.

“It’s not fair! Not fair! I was better than her at everything how did she won? I’m a pathetic number two… Mom, why do we have to host this stupid party? I hate this!”

The door to your room was open, and in the doorway, your mother was looking at you as if you were crazy.

“Honey, I already told everyone that I would have a party if you graduated with honours. How would I know that they would make you share them with someone else?”

“And you had to invite Ellie and her friends?”

“It’s called politeness… I don’t care! Wipe away those tears, you should be happy with what you’ve achieved, stop acting like a little girl and get ready, the guests will arrive in no time.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing all your mask through your eyes. You just had to nod and go prepare a good bath trying to forget in the hot water but how when in happen so recently.

A few hours ago, while you were in class, you were called by the principal to go see him, and you already knew that it was going to be to tell you that you were the student with honours of your promotion. So imagine the surprise when you opened the door and there was someone else.

Ellie fucking Williams. The only student you had competition with, and that irritated you, but even more because it seemed so easy for her. It didn’t matter what the subject matter was; Ellie mastered it quickly, while you had to push yourself a little harder and lose sleep until you understood all the subjects.

The smile you had before you opened the door dropped a little, but the look on your face when the principal said you’d both share the title was funny, at least for Ellie. Once she had dismissed you both from the office, Ellie let out the loudest, most exaggerated laugh befitting a villain.

“It’s not funny! This is inadmissible; it must be a mistake.”

“You’ve heard the old man, there are no mistakes; we tied… I’ll see you tonight at our party.” You’ll never forget her smile and how she looked you up and down before heading out into the hallway.

Going back to the present time, you had already finished cleaning up and could already hear the voice of the guests.

“Your mother says come down now.” The door to your room opened, revealing Ellie leaning against it, “You look good.”

“I’d like to say the same, but you’re wearing jeans,” you said, walking past her and bumping into her shoulder intentionally. What a great night this was going to be.

❀❀❀

The celebration was supposed to end two hours ago, but the adults got along so well that they decided to stay longer. Most of your friends had gone home; only Ellie and her friends Dina and Jesse were still here, but you couldn’t care less since you were in your backyard sitting behind some bushes while drinking the bottle of vodka that you knew your mother wouldn’t miss.

“Here you are,” Ellie said, and you couldn’t help but let out a snort. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look good?”

“For me, you always do,” she said as she sat down next to you, taking the bottle out of your hands and taking a sip. “Fuck, I never thought someone as uptight as you could drink something as strong.”

“Uptight? Wow, I’m sorry, Miss Sunshine. Not everyone has time to fool around, go to every party, do nothing, and still have everything coming handy to them; some of us work hard.”

“I don’t get you; what have I ever done to you? We don’t even talk! You despise me for some school grades? That’s insane,” she chuckled, shaking her head while taking another vodka sip.

“What have you ever done to me?!” This was your final strike: “You just win and win; try to be friends with me as if you pitied me when you don’t even care what you win! You come to class not even knowing what subject you are, and you talk every minute of it, and somehow, you get the highest score,” you snapped.

“And everybody likes you! You are friendly even if you are a dork; nobody gives a fuck about the savage Starlight comics, but there you go talking about it with everyone and you get them to listen to you, but I don’t buy it; I don’t buy your pretty face,your pretty eyes, the way that they shine when you are talking about it, when you laugh so hard that you start crying, how your stupid freckles look so cute when you move your stup-¡hmmp!”

You were silenced by Ellie’s bitter lips because of the vodka; it didn’t matter. Ellie’s fierce and hungry lips claimed yours with an urgency that took your breath away, and the bitterness was soon forgotten, replaced by the sweetness of your peach lip gloss.

Her hands confidently swept around your waist, pushing you closer to her to the point that you ended up on top of her with your hand on either side of her face, cupping her cheeks.

Ellie gently pulled away, revealing the strip of saliva between both mouths, to admire you for a moment. “Now, this is the good and quiet girl I’ve seen in class.” You could feel the embarrassment run through your entire body as you tried to get out of her lap, but Ellie’s grip became tighter on your waist. “I didn’t tell you to move. Don’t you want to continue?”

You bit your lower lip, slowly shaking your head. Ellie nodded, bringing her hands to your neck. The feel of her rough hands undoing the single knot of your halter dress made your body tremble with excitment, more knowing you weren’t even wearing a bra, so when the dress fell gracefully, you were practically naked to Ellie.

A gasp escaped your lips as I felt Ellie’s wet tongue licking your sensitive nipple before putting it all in her mouth, and you thought the scene was so obscene. You were trying to suppress your sounds so that no one inside the house would come out to see where they were coming from.

“Ellie, fuck,” you moaned softly, feeling like your core was getting wet. You needed to kiss her again, so you did it by taking a bit of initiative from the moment she started.

The kiss turned hungry, and you were so lost in it that you didn’t notice when Ellie laid you down on the grass until she broke it, leaving kisses on your neck and down to your belly button. “You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment, of having you like this for me.”

“Shut up, you’re still a dork,” you said. Even in this situation where you were submissive, you couldn’t control your mouth. That was so funny for her.

“I think I deserve an apology from you,” Ellie said, bending down to your thighs, both hands at your sides gripping them firmly and kissing.

With one finger, she pushed aside the fabric of your thong. You could feel her breath against your clitoral area. “Don’t you plan to do it? Don’t you think I deserve it?”

She was driving you crazy talking so close to your cunt, “Oh, come on, Ellie, not right now.”

You were getting impatient. Ellie started playing with the straps of the thong as she slowly removed them. “Now or I’ll stop, and none of us want that, right?

“Fuck you, Willia—ah!” didn’t even give you time to cover your mouth, and when Ellie started licking your clit, the slurping sounds made the moment more dirty.

Her tongue was doing wonders, and you felt close. “Say how sorry you are and why.”

She demanded again; now her fingers were lingering around your needy pussycat, teasing you so bad. “I’m sorry, ok? I’m sorry for calling you a dork. Just… please, continue.”

You begged, feeling frustrated, but she wasn’t satisfied with that. “There’s more you should be sorry for; keep going.”

Her finger slipped inside your wet pussy easily, and she was going slow with it; she was torturing you. “Uh, Oh, god.”

You couldn’t contain your moans if you also had to say, “Come on, princess.”

The second and third fingers made it more difficult; at this point, this wasn’t teasing; it was a punishment.

“I can’t… I don’t know… Sorry for treating you badly; I was frustrated and took it all on you.”

With that, she quickened her movements. “You were always such a bitch to me. Now look at you, behaving like a slut.”

She let out a little chuckle, seeing how hard you were biting your fingers to not moan loudly, so she kissed you so you could drown them in her mouth.

“Mm cumming,” you mumble in between the kisses before breaking it and letting out a whimper.

Ellie could feel how your walls were wrapping her fingers and how your legs were trembling while she was kissing your neck and whispering things like ‘you did good’,’my princess’…

After you regained composure and got dressed again, you couldn’t look at Ellie in her eyes, but she was staring at you blindly.

“Don’t go around telling people about this.”

“I’d never do that.”

“And don’t think we are friends just because of what happened.”

“I don’t want to be your friend; I want more.”

Who could’ve thought that the girl you’ve been hating on for years would end up giving you the greatest orgasm you’ve ever had?

(even though you barely had any sexual experience.)

And also, she had a crush on you; she had to be the maschochissest to like you after all the bickering you two had, but there she was confessing in a vague way her feelings and waiting for your answer with her green eyes shining intensely.

“I-”

“Honey? Ellie? Where are you, girls? Time to go and say goodbye!” That was your mom’s voice approaching. You kicked the bottle of vodka into the bushes and got out of the hiding space.

“There you girls are; come on, say good-bye; Ellie has to go.”

You look at the auburn-haired girl biting your lip, feeling conflicted. “Bye, Ellie. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Not even looking at her again, you entered the house and went upstairs to your bedroom, hearing your mom say good-bye to everyone.

You threw yourself on the bed and stayed looking at the ceiling, thinking about what the fuck just happened and how tomorrow you’d have to give an answer to Ellie.

What was it going to be? Yes or No?

[soolh1k]

Skz ghosting you !

notes: it's my first time trying to post this type of content, english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :)))

type: text post | narrated text

genre: angst w no fluff

WARNINGS: swearing, a little bit angsty, let me know if you'd like me to tag u :)

Maknae line pt2 | Hyung line pt 1

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✮ Han Jisung

you were so pissed at him. yes, perhaps he never confirm that he would go but he didn't deny it either so you just thought he'd go, then you saw he didn't even read the messages, that made you angrier, what he did was not nice at all, it made you feel so bad and more because your mother was very excited, what are you supposed to tell her? oh well I don't know, he ghosted me. of course not. that would be stupid.

You didn't even wanted to know more about him, so you went to his apartment for your things and returned to your mother's house, it didn't take long for you to cry inconsolably on your mother's shoulder, you felt stupid for expecting something from that man but in the end you loved him and always would.

He was the one who saved you from losing yourself, he did so much for you, he sacrificed everything for you, but you also sacrificed a lot for him, it wasn't fair, you were supposed to have a healthy relationship, so what was going on with you two, why was everything falling apart? Or maybe you were just being dramatic? no, this was not the first time that you felt that he no longer loved you and that he wanted to get away. perhaps the right thing to do would be to let him be happy and say goodbye.

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✮ Lee Felix

you were shocked, you didn't expect to be ghosted, everything had been fine between you two for months. is he mad at you? for such a stupid thing? it doesn't make sense at all.

If everything was fine, why did he ghost you? Could it be that he no longer loved you? It couldn't be, you can't stop loving a person from one day to the next, or maybe he had been pretending to love you all this time when he stopped doing it months ago. that thought was destroying you for days, weren't you enough for him? you were no longer important to him?

every day you wanted him to return to your arms, you couldn't stand being away from him, even if he no longer loved you, you wanted him to come back. the days passed and you felt more depressed, to the point of not eating, you neglected yourself so much that when you saw yourself in the mirror, you were no longer the same person.

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✮ Kim Seungmin

what the fuck? It wasn't the first time it happened, he always ghosted you because he liked to annoy you, but normally it only lasted a few hours or a day at most, but this time it was different, days had passed and it wasn't fun at all.

You assumed that he was doing it to bother you again, but to a certain extent it worried you. anyway you knew seung was not a very communicative person but this was in a very different context, what the hell did you have to do to get him to talk to you? You didn't want to beg him either, that would be stupid.

You were so frustrated that Min was like that, why was it so hard for him to talk to you? was it your fault? your attitude made it impossible for him to talk to you? maybe it was that, it wasn't him, it was you, he just didn't want to tell you and he just left, right?

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✮ Yang Jeongin

and everything went to hell, you were going to see each other a day before he left since he would be out of the country for a long time but apparently you weren't interesting enough to go out with him, he simply decided not to show up.

that broke you, was it so hard to say, I don't want to see you anymore, let's break up, that would have hurt less than ignoring you. maintaining his relationship was always difficult, he being an idol, was afraid of ruining his career and you understood it, he hard work to get there and you didn't want to ruin it but it wasn't fair that he played with your feelings.

at this point you were tired of hiding everything, why couldn't you just date your boyfriend like other people did? that question was going around in your head a lot, but in the end you knew the answer and god how you hated it, but there was nothing else to do, when he came back, you would end everything for the good of both, so he can be an amazing idol and you can just keep living ordinary.

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[dilfs-bitch]

Jake Sully - Nìtkanluke

(NSFW)

Sorry if is there any english misspelling is not my first language.

Happy New years.

I can't stop thinking about this Jake character. AI, where you accidentally become his second mate.

So just imagine.

The war happened and the Na'vi won, everything went back to the way it was, except for the destruction, the lives lost and for you now, constantly there in the shared tent where only Jake and Neytiri lived before.

The feeling of living with two people you barely know is suffocating, and although you admit that Jake is trying his best to be as attentive as he is with his first wife, there is still a huge lack of intimacy between both of you. There are no kisses, hugs or fondling like there are with Neytiri, no between you two, it's almost weird. However, there is that feeling inside you that makes you want to share internally with him the same thing he shares with her.

Maybe just out of jealousy, although deep down, you knew it was the lifelong bond that made you feel this way. A feeling that you thought would disappear as quickly as it appeared just days after the tsaheylu was accidentally formed, but eclipse after eclipse, it becomes intense and Jake's closeness doesn't help.

It doesn't help that he's so attentive, always caring, always taking you on those things he calls dates, it doesn't help that as each day passes by, he seems so much more comfortable in your presence, so confident that he's starting to seem into you. And every chance he gets, there he is, teasing you, touching here and there while whispering those things he really wants to do with you, but everything is still new, and although the feeling is there, there is still a certain reluctance to simply give in and mate with him.

Until dawn that morning, everything seemed different, the shared tent was silent and the only sound that permeated the air was a shaky sigh that came from you as you felt him cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding perfectly against yours and the feeling is almost intoxicating so strong hard as your head seems dizzy as you feel him squeeze your waist and instinctively your hips are moving to sit more comfortably on his lap and that just makes Jake groan so you pull away, your ears flat in shame for thinking that of somehow you had hurt him but when your eyes meet his and there is that expression that makes his eyebrows furrow, eyes closed and mouth lightly open you realize that you did the opposite of that.

And just to make sure, you do it again, and there it is, the hard bulge under the thin cloth of his loincloth that makes your cunt clench around nothing, and as he feels it, Jake's face changes and, he's trying not to give in to that primal urge inside him to fuck you right there, but the way you keep moving your hips in those slowly circular movements is so deliciously good that for a single moment there is no strength left in him to do anything other than hold your waist tightly, throwing his head back.

“Jake.” You say softly, almost moaning. " Say something "

“Fuck...this's so good”

The sound of his voice saying it so softly makes you gasp, your body shivers as you feel the hardness of his cock rub against your wet pussy right at your clit and then there's a moan echoing through the air as your face is buried in the crook of his neck that holds your waist tightly, forcing your hips to continue those circular movements that are so pleasurable, but now with a little more pressure than before when he lifts his hips, making you gasp. And the feeling of his hot breath blowing against your neck that makes your pussy clench around nothing again begging to be filled up but not yet, not when the pressure is right there, making your heart pound and your nails dig into his muscular back when that familiar heat starts to flow through the lower part of your belly.

“ I think I'm coming, Jake"

Upon hearing this, Jake seems to lose control because he suddenly squeezes your hips, forcing those circular movements to increase with so much pressure that his bulge under your stimulating clit becomes so much that you come screaming his name and biting his neck hard. But there's no way to enjoy this feeling of euphoria because it's so good that it becomes too much when Jake lifts his hips against yours, still holding your waist, forcing those circular movements now with more intensity, and then there's a guttural growl coming from Jake's chest and his hand gripping the exposed skin of your thigh, and then there's a hot, sticky feeling leaking from his loincloth and his cock, which is twitching as he whispers, finally reaching his release.

“ Mhm… fuck… next time I’ll fill that pussy of yours”

[xcaptain-winterx]

Shiny Tree

dad!lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd decides to show junior their big Christmas tree

warnings: fluff, baby, swearing, Lloyd

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

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Lloyd has never been a fan of Christmas, there’s music 24/7, stores are full of people buying stuff for their family, old men dressed up as Santa begging for money. Everybody is acting all nice, smiling during Christmas dinner with their family, all for gifts. The parents gift their kids toy cars, dolls, pets and fucking Christmas sweaters that you will never wear. He never had something like that, no one ever gifted him something when he was a kid, never. Every families were celebrating Christmas and got a tree while he sat alone in his room. Lloyd had to see all these happy families, wishing he was part of them. Once he grew up and started his business he made sure to ban everything that has to do with Christmas, no Christmas stuff will get near him. All that changed though, when he met sunshine.

The first Christmas together, sunshine gifted him a painting of the sunset in Paris where Lloyd took her for their first date. She did it for him, she took her time painting it with every single detail, just for him. In this moment he realized that he needs to propose sooner than he had already planned.

This Christmas will be especially special because it’s LJs first one, Lloyd made sure that everything is perfect, but it seems that LJ is only interested in one thing.

“Look, that’s our Christmas tree”, Lloyd says as he walks in the big living room with high ceilings, holding LJ. The huge tree decorated with gold and green ornaments stood tall at 16 feet compared to the 22 feet walls of the mansion. There was no way to overlook it. “Made sure that its perfect” he speaks, looking at the tree before turning around, on his way to show his son the rest of the decorated mansion.

A whine and some quite hard kicks stop him “hey, remember we don’t hit daddy”, LJ doesn’t stop though, even letting go of Mr. Mustache to continue kicking his dads stomach and chest. “LJ” Lloyd says in a stern voice, giving his son a glare, “stop that or I put you down for a nap”, he picks Mr. Mustache up and puts him under his arm. LJ turns his head to the tree, letting out a high pitch scream, “Mister, my patience is running thin, stop it, this is my last warning”. Lloyd doesn’t understand what’s making his son throw a tantrum. Maybe LJ is starting to show his dads genes.

He looks at his dad with a scrunched expression . Lloyd sees that and sighs “Don’t, son”, that’s all it takes for LJ to start screaming at the top of his lungs. LJ trashes around in Lloyds arms, tears escaping his eyes, wanting to look at the tree again.

“WHAT IS WRONG”, Lloyd is so done at this point but he’s still trying to stay calm. LJ reaches up to his face and pulls on his dads mustache. “AHHHH LLOYD JUNIOR”, Lloyd tries to pull his hand away, which only results in LJ pulling harder. Baby fists are stronger than anything else.

LJ pulls his fist in the direction again, Lloyds face following, “you got to fudging kidding me, the tree?”. He just almost got his mustache pulled out because of this tree. Taking a deep breath he remembers it’s the Christmas season, he needs to stay calm, it’s Juniors first Christmas.

“Ok, if you let daddy’s mustache go we can go back to the tree, deal?”, LJ may not understand everything but whatever his dad is saying sound like it’s a good thing. He lets go of his dads mustache and claps in his hands. Lloyd turns LJ, so that his small back is against Lloyds chest, facing the tree. He walks over to the big tree, making sure that Mr. Mustache is still secured under his arms. His sons eyes go wide when they get closer to the tree, the shiny lights almost hypnotizing him. Lloyd is now directly in front of the tree, so that his son can touch it. LJ reaches for the lights, touching them and looking at how the light can disappear in his hands when he closes his fist. It’s funny how LJ like the lights more than about 89% of all the toys that he owns.

Lloyd looks at his sons face, seeing the Christmas lights making his sons eyes sparkle, “do you like the tree, I know it’s shiny, right?” he says, not taking his eyes away from his son. LJ smiles and looks away from the lights when something else spicks his interest, the gold ornaments. Lloyd sees that and carefully brings LJ a bit closer to the ornament his son been eyeing.

“Careful, junior” Lloyd says, when LJ touches the ornament.

He knows that the ornaments are quite heavy because he obviously made sure that they are real gold ornaments, so he puts one of his hands under the ornament to support it.

The more he looks at the tree the more he realizes that something is missing, every year they had a ‘classic’ Christmas tree with no special ornaments but this year is different, he’s now a parent. The tree needs something….cute.

He looks at his son again, thinking what he would like. His son likes for his few months of existing already some things, lights, mama, Mr. Mustache, dropping stuff, music boxes, food- he can put candy canes in it!

LJ is definitely not allowed and able to eat them yet but it’s something that’s cute.

He calls for the staff and not five seconds later they arrive, “get green candy canes and put them in the tree”

“Oh, uhm, are you sure?”

Lloyd looks at them, “Yes, I’m fucking sure that I want some in the tree”

“It’s just that it took almost a day to get this tree decorated and putting the candy canes in would take-“

“Get some fucking candy canes before I hang you up the fireplace and don’t drop any ornaments while you put them on!” Lloyd demands, trying to not lose his temper in front of his son, though, LJ doesn’t even seem to care whatever is going on.

“Yes, s-sir, we get some a-and won’t drop something” the staff says before running away. Lloyd can’t believe that the fucking staff just told him that they don’t want to do it because they don’t want to work, it’s their job to work. They will definitely not be at home during Christmas.

A evil smirk appears on his face, making him look like the Grinch. Lloyd looks down at his son, “Junior, do you want the staff to get in trouble?” he says in a dorky voice, knowing that LJ will want it, just because his voice sounds funny. LJ claps in his hands, smiling from ear to ear.

Lloyd stops supporting the ornament, which he did for safety so that the ornament doesn’t fall, and says “throw it”

Without Lloyd supporting the ornaments LJ finally has the ability to touch the shiny thing without something stopping him.

It doesn’t take long before the ornament drops and shatters into pieces. Junior looks up at his dad, scared that he did something wrong.

Lloyd makes a funny expression that says ‘oh no’ in a mocking way, “Looks like the staff is in big trouble now.” he kisses his forehead before smiling “We should drop some more, so that the staff gets in more trouble”LJ gives his dad a smile when Lloyd takes an ornament and drops it.

“Don’t worry, mini me, we will get even more shiny ornaments to put in the tree”

[larrysmedicine28]

Last Twilight ep.12

i am soooo bummed. i looooved this show... up until episode 11. Everyone keep talking about "the 11 episode curse" and blame it for everything that goes wrong. I don't think that was it in this case. From the start they present us Day, a boy that had an accident and is loosing his sight. He's struggling really hard with that, he's pushed everyone away, but his mother needs to hire a caretaker because she cannot be 24/7 taking care of him, and he doesn't get along with Night, his brother. That's when Mhok enters, he is a boy that is also struggling.

At plain sight, he appears to be struggling to find a job because he just got out of jail for a fight. But that's not it. At least it's not the whole thing he's struggling with. And you wanna know what the worse part is? THE SHOW TELLS YOU HE'S SUFFERING!

The night of the fight, when he was arrested, he was hanging out with his friends, and his big sister called, but he didn't answer. Then the fight happened and he went to jail. Later that night his girlfriend, Porjai, went to see him, but she also told him that his sister had just commited suicide. That reaaally hurt him. She was his only family, because his parents had died a few years back in an accident, and when she needed him he wasn't there. That's how he feels, and WE KNOW THIS BECAUSE THE SHOW TELLS US THIS!!!.

There's this clear, obvious scene that lets us know that he's still hurting. Day was upset because night's friends saw him and realized he was blind, so he went to his room and locked himself in. Mhok came after him to see if he was ok, he started knocking, but Day wouldn't answer, after a while of this, Mhok decided to leave him be. But then, when he started to walk away from the door, he got a flashback of his sister, all alone and suffering without no one noticing or checking on her and HE LITERALLY PANICKED! He started to BANG on the door and, because Day didn't answer, he broke down the door, and he got in, all panicked looking for Day (who was just taking a shower, and he was naked, so Mhok kinda got fired).

The point is, because the show was being amazing about portraying Day's struggles and how he's adapting to his new world, and they showed us this information about Mhok, I had BIG FUCKING EXPECTATIONS. I honestly thought they were going to show us Mhok having a big meltdown about his unresolved trauma about his sister and then Day would be his rock, JUST AS MHOK HAS BEEN HIS ROCK THIS WHOLE TIME. But nope, as soon as Mhok lets us, and Day, see his biggest fears (which is leaving to the U.S. and Day needing him and Mhok not being there to help him), Day acts like it's about him and not about Mhok and his trauma.

Ugh! and you want to know what's even worse? The show reinforces this, and agrees with Day. So we never get to see Day being there for Mhok as he needed. And the last 15 minutes or so? I was hoping by this point for Day to remain blind. Even if I didn't agree with how they handled the break-up, at least the show was giving a powerful message. But i don't know how I feel about Day seeing again.

Anyway, I really liked all the characters Mhok, Day, Porjai, Night, Day's mom, everyone. But I just needed to vent a little. Sorry about any misspelling, english is not my first language.

[fuzzydreamin]

Doing the Writer Bingo thing, considering myself tagged by @theartofblossoming because they said so

I got bingo twice!

Gonna tag @new-eyes-extra-colors @bokatan and @nukanaptime if yall haven't already done it - blank template is under the cut along with me talking about my answers and writing - feel free to ignore it if you want lol.

I don't actually have any of my fics public rn because I hid all of my old ones (they were HP and thats blech now), but I had... 13 fics, including a completed multichapter amongst a bunch of oneshots and abandoned starters, lol.

So I have had a Fanfiction.net account, but I never posted fic on there. I just read fic there. I also read fic on a bunch of other old sites that don't exist anymore and haven't for many years, but didn't have profiles on them. I don't even remember their names, I know some were primarily non-english sites that just happened to have some of their fics translated - some of the best fics honestly. I've only ever posted on Ao3 because it wasn't until I was basically done with highschool that I felt confident enough to write publicly.

Never had a wattpad phase. Never even read fics on it and I honestly click away if fic links lead there. I just don't like how it's set up.

My most popular oneshots were my two hard E rated smut fics, which rivaled by multi-chapter fic for a while but got overtaken by it while I wasn't looking, hah.

Some of the earliest writing I ever did was roleplay. I joined a Warrior Cats roleplay guild on the Neopets forum as a wee child. I didn't even know what Warriors was when I joined, I just wanted to play with cats. It introduced me to the series though, which became a big part of my life with reading and art. The roleplaying was fun for a bit but... well there were issues but I guess we were all kids. Didn't help that they were all American so I had to do weird hours to join events. I don't do a lot of roleplay overall, I've dipped my toes in again here and there but never anything dedicated. It's rather intimidating honestly.

I've never beta read anything or had a beta. I work entirely alone and prefer it that way. I just do it all myself and quadruple check everything and then freak out after posting and check again and again to pick up any small spelling mistakes that might've slipped past me.

Always been a nerd for researching. Sometimes I'll be researching something by my own whimsey and that'll become part of a fic after the fact, lol. I like when authors sprinkle in little bits of knowledge, and some of my favourite fics are ones that have me highlighting terms to look them up further.

I never actually had an outline for any of my old fics. I would just start typing up whatever came to mind at the time and post it when it felt ready. It's a miracle I finished a multichapter fic at all honestly. But I'd also be manic in my writing, being that I'd blast out one or even multiple chapters a day for a while and then randomly stop and not look at any of my fics for months or even years. I did begin to start fics with some outlines and collected thoughts later on, and I'm outlining so very much with my newer fic and not writing in a manic state anymore thanks to nearly a decade spent working on my mental health. I'm writing from a better place now, but I often look back at my old works and wonder if I haven't lost something over time due to the large break I took in creating, which is something that goes for my drawing too. Overall though I have a lot more hope for my future works being more planned/thought out and far superior to anything I've put out before - though I didn't get many complains on my old stuff, just a lot of very confused watchers who got overstuffed and then left in the lurch. Sorry.

The "anxiously waits for feedback" thing I think is something pretty much everyone feels when they put any work out there. I really get it with the immediate posting and having to double and triple check that I didn't misspell anything, or get something wrong, and that what I'm trying to say comes out clearly - as if people will point it out and laugh at me or something when I know they won't / haven't even had time to read it yet even though it's public. I've found it's best to just distance myself after posting and doing my doublecheck though, like just enjoying a game or an episode of something and trying to forget about it for a bit and avoid checking it too frequently. Like meditating, but with a distraction.

I have commissioned art for fics at least twice - but neither of the fics actually made it to the point were the art could be used. Oopsy. Was still fun getting the art.

So many unfinished and unpublished fics. I could probably complete that Danse/Butch smut oneshot I was doing back at new years...

"Editing and formatting is hell", I mean... I've mentioned my tendency to quadruple-billion-times check things twice now. This makes three.

Ideas in the middle of the night are the worst. I can't type shit out on my phone, it takes too long and I get frustrated (I'm also sleeping next to my partner and he'd question wtf I'm doing with a light on), and even if I try the ideas are already escaping like very agile moths. My condolence is that ideas that come when I'm half-asleep probably actually aren't that good anyway and just seem so to my sleep-addled self.

I don't need tea to write, but it definitely helps. That or an iced mocha. ... it's totally the effect of caffeine and sugar on the ADHD... I'll be bouncing up and down while I sit there but at least my fingers will be moving over the keys.

[captainseamech]

//I mentioned a few days ago that I had some things going through my mind and that I was building up courage to tell you guys that and... I think this is finally the appropriate time for such. It's nothing against anyone here, I promise you that. It's more about myself, really.

This post is written with small text font to make it faster to read (since I typed a lot), but if you want me to leave it all on a regular font feel free to tell me so and I'll fix it. And if there's any misspelling or grammatical error bear with me since I do be a bit sick still and... I might fix later (if I remember to do it) so my English might be worse than ever in this post. I'm sorry in advance.

.... for the past couple days since New Years hit us in the face I've seen my mutuals just... moving blogs and all that to start fresh aside from ships, relationships and the like and honestly, that kind of motivated me to do such since I'm... frankly unhappy with how this blog is looking recently, but I'm also in quite a big dilemma since I hate making choices and I wanted to be more open with you guys for a moment. Again, I've been thinking deeply on whether making this post or not but I think it will be worth it in the end (or I just wasted some of my time typing, who knows.)

On one hand it'd make me feel better and refreshed to move from here, starting with a theme, carrd and all that fancy stuff; especially with a better organization of my tags from the beginning since I feel my tags are... all over the place as of currently in comparison to my other blogs; as well as I'd have a way better sense of making my verses since I just... well, kind of hoarded lots of them with some that I barely dont use (if not straight up abandoned behind one starter call and/or headcanon post since I made them specific to one 'dead' fandom or whatnot). And also that I, somehow, get some quite mean/meaningful intended anons here for things that I did or not so hopefully moving places would make them disappear or even just appease them.

But on the other hand... this blog of mine has so much memories!! This is my oldest blog (November 2017!!) on this website, old peeps that were mutuals with me that still lurks in my followers list because the good times!! I had with them in the past!! before my hiatus are just!!!! And like, recently a few old mutuals of mine have been coming back to this site on a way or another with their older tumblr blog, or even just!! Keeping them there!! For the memories!! I put so much hard work on this blog and my writing over the years, especially with Cat (@/faultfindingfirebot) being such an old mutual of mine and developing our characters together!! All the memories with that ship is just!! Lurking here!! Everything is here!! With a simple mouse scroll through their blog tag!!

I know that moving blogs doesn't necessarily mean having to delete this blog, but still!! All the memories (even the cringe ones) are here and I just!! Don't want to lose this treasure y'know? I started on tumblr with this blog and I hoped to die on this hill still here! Maybe I'm just unnecessarily being emotional over this clusterfuck of a messy blog, but still! There's development from both me and the way I write my character with so much joy and not carrying much about fancyness! But apparently fancyness has become a major point in every rpc, to the point of really making me feel legitimately scared and/or hesitant to approach because some writers really despise mobile writers somehow... and it doesn't do wonders to my anxiety honestly.

So... Again, it might sound stupid of me to be emotional over this blog instead of quickly moving on like normal people should but as I mentioned repeatedly before... The memories that lures around this blog are one of the most important things that I could've asked for and this is why I'm opening up to you guys because I want to establish more communication with my mutuals publicly since I always sucked at keeping a stable conversation with each and everyone.

I reckon it might sound straight up weird for me to feel attached and just not do it like a normal person would and move blogs already without letting one's mind out but... I really, really cant help it at all. And I just couldn't stop it from happening too, even though I tried my best to avoid it. But scrolling back on this blog sometimes to see all the good and bad things me and High Tide has gotten through is just... developmentally nostalgic in a way, and sometimes I like to relive the old times no matter how cringe it seemed with both new and old time mutuals.

TL;DR: Should I just stop whining around and move on to try new experiences or stay here where I always belonged?

[bts-hyperfixation]

Hello! How are u? Everything's ok? I hope so! I really really like your fic about yandere Namjoon "Love You Too Much", and I was wondering if you will continue it? I hope you do because I really liked your work. Thanks for your time and attention! (Sorry if there is any misspelling. English is not my first language)

I might? I don't really know at this point, I kind of hate that story. I have no intention to abandon it completely, it's just hard to write when you don't really enjoy the story 🤷🏼‍♀️

I really would like to finish it! The idea I started the story on hasnt even been written yet so hopefully I will get the motivation back

[krillbeans]

Dang FurFur still deadnaming Crowley jgjsksk

Love the detail that Demons collectively spell suspicious as "suspishus". Although, kinda weird that sometimes they spell Angel correctly but other times it's spelled Angle. (Maybe more than one demon wrote this and tbh they didn't bother proof reading everything for consistence)

Other interesting misspellings: eesy, genrally, residunce, Angles, tyooter, desiner, magishun, sord, avvoid, jinnjer, occashunly

People have been speculating that this book was written by Crowley but I feel like everything was demon-written, what with the misspellings

Except of course for the warning under Avvoid, which is completely devoid of misspellings. Most likely Crowley just slipped that in prior to publication and had it made official cuz he's got Earth Agent seniority.

I think the idea that Crowley, being a demon, doesn't know how to spell is hilarious, but I think spending millennia on earth, learning all that time in the field PLUS having a studious bibliophile as a best friend, he'd learn as much as he could to avoid being corrected by said friend. Or you know, to impress him, not that he ever noticed

I don't blame the demons for misspelling English words, they all (or maybe most, especially earth representatives) speak all languages, but maybe not all written. Maybe they could understand all spoken language but human writing is a human invention that has to be learned, and writing/spelling properly wasn't exactly a priority among all humans until a couple of centuries ago. Maybe angels and demons had their own written language and it was originally straightforward when it came to pronunciation and writing, using phonetic spelling. Maybe it's because a majority of languages don't have similar spelling rules to english, it's hard to remember all the rules for every written language, and they're just wording it out.

The English language has changed so much through the centuries too, spellings for words weren't standardized until a few centuries ago. Some misspellings now are simply just how English was back then, you can't expect demons to be updated all the time. (Kan-can, ynogh-enough, certeyn-certain).

Either way English is a strange language and as a demon, who's got time to learn the difference between though and tough when you can just say doe and tuff and get along with torturing the next batch of souls?

the appearance section for aziraphale says "repulsively soft" what imeanyes but what

[shockmemakemefeelbetter]

Montgomery Gator general dating headcanons

✎ . . . Summary ⊹ ≫ General headcanons of what it would be like to be dating Montgomery Gator.

➬ Word count ⸼ ೃ ⊹ 861 words.

;; "Warnings" ¡! ❞ . None.

⿻ – ❝Notes〻*ೃ༄. This just came to me and I made a whole new blog to post it. So enjoy.

(English is my second language, so if something sounds out of place or is misspelled, please let me know).

(📍) ;; Montgomery is reserved about showing affection (although he is better at showing affection physically than verbally) but he will go out of his way to meet your affectionate needs, maybe with a compliment or some silly flirting, even if he doesn't say it, he wants you to know that he really loves and needs you.

(📍) ;; It may sound disappointing, but he won't say "I love you" first, and he certainly won't say it at all, it's like he's totally scared to say it and receive your rejection. So he'd better wait for you to say it so he can say that he loves you too.

— I love you Monty. — You lay your head on his chest enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

— Love you too babe. — You felt his grip on your waist tighten pulling you closer to him.

You knew that even though Montgomery didn't say it that often when he said it, he meant it.

(📍) ;; He's not a fan of physical affection (Or so he says), he thinks being too affectionate would tarnish his "Bad Boy" reputation, but still, he will always, always keep you close to him in one way or another, whether it's hugging you around the waist, touching your leg with one of his hands, holding your hand, or, his favorite, having you sit on his lap, he'll never admit it, but he loves the feel of your skin under his cold metal shell.

(📍) ;; He would say he loves kissing, but because of the way he's built it's hard for him to actually be able to kiss you, so he just brings his face towards you hoping you'll leave a little kiss on his metal muzzle, and he loves when you kiss him, but sometimes he wishes he could kiss you in a more passionate way, although if he did he'd probably hurt you, so he's satisfied just imagining it.

(📍) ;; Despite his flirtatious personality he won't do anything inappropriate in front of the kids, but... If he is in a place full of kids and you are there too, he will take the slightest opportunity of distraction from the kids to squeeze your butt, just to see the embarrassed expression on your face.

— Montgomery! — You said in a whisper with a completely red face.

— What? — The animatronic simply shrugged his shoulders "indifferent" to the situation with a cheeky grin on his face.

— Not here… — Your words only made Montgomery's smile grow even bigger as his attention turned back to the kids.

Also, if he needs to go from one place to another in Pizzaplex and you are in his way, he won't hesitate for a second to slap your ass as he goes by (only if there are no kids around, of course).

(📍) ;; He loves to see you wearing his merchandise, it all started the time he saw you wearing a t-shirt with his face on it, since then he personally takes care of giving you all kinds of merchandise from the pizzeria (Montgomery Gator merchandise only, don't expect him to give you merchandise from any other animatronic because it will never happen, ever), key chains, plushies, t-shirts, mugs, everything.

(📍) ;; Monty is possessive, very possessive, he doesn't like to see you too close to the other animatronics (Especially Freddy), he wants to make sure he is your favorite, your number one, he wants your attention on him and only him. He loves it when you flatter him and tell him how wonderful he was on stage, he won't admit it, but it makes him totally melt. He will always look for you in the crowd hoping to have your eyes on him.

(📍) ;; You could say that he is overprotective, even though due to his job he can't be with you all the time he will do his best to keep you in sight, and when he can't he will make sure that one of the employees is watching you from afar, he doesn't want to take the risk that something could happen to you.

(📍) ;; His anger attacks decreased considerably since you started dating, but they were still there, no matter how much he tried to change, it was already part of him. He doesn't like you to see him like that, he will lock himself in his room and break everything in his path, although sooner or later you will find him. He doesn't want you to say anything, he doesn't want you to reproach him or yell at him, he just wants you to stay.

You sighed, seeing the mess around the room, but you'd worry about that later.

— It's okay Monty. — You knelt down to pick up his glasses that had fallen off due to the roughness of his movements. You shook them lightly to remove the dirt and placed them gently on his muzzle.

He didn't say anything, and you knew he wouldn't, nor did he need to. You held his hand and stood on the tips of your toes to place a small kiss on his nose, and as soon as you did you felt his arms around you.

It would be a long night, but you would be together.

[olderthannetfic]

Oh yes, the advice on Japanese study materials please! If you're willing to share.

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I'm just getting back into studying and seeing what products are still around, but here are my preliminary thoughts:

Once upon a time, I greatly enjoyed Lang-8, which was a site where you could correct people's blogs and get corrections on yours. The same people seem to have moved on to making an app/site called HiNative. I haven't checked that out yet. The thing that made Lang-8 distinctive back in the day was that they were based out of Japan, so they had a lot of Japanese people who wanted to learn English relative to most spaces that involve exchanging with other actual humans.

I'm going back through the vocab courses on iKnow, which is a paid service, but I really liked their example sentences and choice of vocab to include. All of the examples are read aloud at a natural pace by native speakers. Good vocab programs will put vocabulary in the context of longer sentences so you get some passive grammar practice at the same time.

Lingodeer is a newer app that I bought a membership to because they were on sale, but I haven't tried it much yet.

The way I learned kanji was by starting with hanzi and learning the principles via Learn to Write Chinese Characters by Johan Björkstén. I find that most Japanese textbooks fall down on this. They show you some basic kanji, but they don't teach you principles of stroke direction, order, radicals, etc., and that makes it hard to extrapolate or remember the complex ones.

A common pitfall I've seen is that people hate romanization because it's ~inauthentic~ yet want to just learn hiragana and skip everything else. But actual Japanese is not written like that. Even furigana won't really be sufficient because it's common to use incorrect furigana for artistic purposes. (An author will use some fancy-pants kanji and then the furigana for a more familiar word with a similar meaning or commonplace kanji with furigana indicating the characters are using the English or French or whatever word with the same meaning.) And, of course, if you read anything not aimed at grade schoolers, it won't have furigana most of the time.

So my advice is to divorce learning writing from learning listening and vocab as much as possible if the writing is hard for you. There's no sense in holding back one skill for another... but also to treat the reading/writing as one large task and not skimp on kanji learning.

These days, unlike last time I studied, you can find a lot of Japanese youtubers wandering around talking about their beauty treatments or what they think of Poland or whatever. (No, for real, there's some dude exploring Poland.) More than ever before, a learner has access to a lot of natural spoken Japanese by native speakers. Many of them also provide English subtitles.

For grammar, I like my old textbook, as I said, but the more traditional choice is Tae Kim's guide, which is online and free. I find it much more precise and useful than the usual undergrad textbooks like Genki. (I have used and dislike most of the big textbooks used in the US. Genki, Nakama, and Japanese for Busy People all suck, IMO. But it does depend on the learner. The resource that keeps you studying is better than the one that doesn't.)

If you want a manga to practice on, I think Yotsuba& is probably the easiest I've found that's also genuinely entertaining if you're over the age of 5 and not full of misspelled-for-dialect-reasons stuff that's hard for a learner.

Anki is a popular flashcard app. People used to make tons of themed Japanese decks for it. They probably still do.

The best Japanese-English dictionary, IMO, is WWWJDIC. They let you add entries (but vetted for quality and good citations), so it has a lot of geeky vocab. Outside of that, looking up "[word]とは" will find you definitions in Japanese.

For me, a formal class helped, but a lot of what has helped most is finding manga I'm obsessed with and trying to painstakingly figure out what it says.

Anyone have thoughts?

[xcaptain-winterx]

Hello, sinner

officer!Bill x stripper!reader

summary: who would have thought that the good officer would have such a dirty secret

warnings: smut 18+, innocent Bill, stripper, dirty secrets

a/n: This is my second time writing a fic, I’m still trying to write good. English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. Tbh I have a love hate relationship with this. This is another fic for @chrisdrysdale writing challenge💕 prompt 39 - "Words darling, I need words"

Time to sin Masterlist

Part 2

He knows he shouldn’t be doing it, he knows what he’s doing would harm his career if someone found out, he shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be with you.

It was an accident, everything was an accident. At least the first time.

He still remembers it all, the first time he saw you after he had to come to the club because of a little ‘accident’ that has happened. The way you looked at him made his knees weak. He remembers how he stumbled drunkly, later that night, back into the club.

To find you.

He remembers the way you dragged him back into the famous back rooms. That’s when his addiction started.

Bill is looking at you right now, how your body moves to the music. His religious mother always told him to only worship one god, he may not be worshipping the god his mother wanted him to worship but there’s no way that he will stop worshiping his goddess. It pains him to not be closer to you right now, during your little show. He has seen your shows so many times yet it feels like it’s the first time he’s seeing them, seeing you.

Envy was something he never had to deal with before he meet you, there was never a reason to feel that way but seeing how those men were looking at you, oh boy. Even from the back where he was sitting he could still hear how they were talking about you and he could definitely see how much money they were throwing at you.

You usually make more money in one night than Bill earns in one month. Even though he has less money than you, he still pays you good, he even sold his car to be able to pay you more.

You finish your show, throwing the men, who are begging for another dance or for a private dance, a wink before leaving the stage on the way to the changing rooms, while the bouncer collects the money of stage to give it to you backstage.

You sit down on the makeup chair, checking if you need to do some touch ups or if you can just go to Bill and drag him to the back rooms. Thankfully everything looks still good so you just spray a bit of your favorite Chanel perfume. The bouncer arrives a second later and gives you the bucket with your money inside. He gives you a smile before he leaves again. You quickly put your money in your locker and then start to make your way over to Bill. You already saw him, you always see him, nobody sees him far in the back except you.

Bill sits straight up as he sees you walking towards him, after all this time he’s still nervous around you.

“Come on, Sir” you say, as you lead him down the long hallway. Even though you’re wearing extreme high heels your still way shorter than him and Bill loves it. The way you barely reach his shoulder, god, how much he wants to have you. He would marry you, keep you pregnant for-no, he needs to stop thinking about it, he can’t think about you like that. He’s an Officer and you are just a stripper, that’s why no one can find out about this.

At the end of the hallway he can finally see the red door with the sign pleasure room.His already half hard dick gets harder as you both enter the room.

The first thing you see when entering the room is the kingsized bed with red duvets, right in front of it is a pole and above the bed is a mirror. There’s also a red couch and armchair on the left side of the room. On the right side of the room is a small dresser and another mirror next to it. Bill only ever saw some glimpses of what’s insides the dresser, as far as he knows there are towels, wipes and ropes in there but he also overheard some men at the club talking about toys being in there. Bill first didn’t understand what they meant, why would toys be in there, so he googled toys and strip clubs, and had almost a heart attack when he found out. You see, he never used a toy or had a partner that used one. Bill spend hours looking at all different kinds of toys. He really hopes that you will use one on him one day.

He sits down on the couch, watching as you walk over to him and sit down on his lap, legs on each side of his hips.

A whim leaves his mouth as you slowly roll your hips over his hard dick “What can I do for you today, Officer” you whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe. No words leave his mouth, to caught up in the pleasure he’s feeling just from your rolling hips.

“Words darling, I need words”

“I-I just need you” he manages to stutter out as you drag your hips over his dick again. He expects you to tease him before actually doing something, like you always do but you immediately slip off his lap and get on your knees. A big moan leaves Bills mouth as you unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers. His dick springs free right against his covered stomach. He should be embarrassed that he’s already that hard but he’s to caught up in the pleasure of his dick finally being free to even really notice.

You let your finger run up and down his length, giving his balls a little squeeze before licking from his tip to his base a thick stripe. Hearing Bill let out a whine you make quick work on taking his length in your mouth. You sucked a lot of dicks in your life and you must say, Bills is not bad, eight and a half inches long and two inches thick. You of course had customers with bigger sizes but it’s still better than sucking dicks of boys who just turned 21 who act like huge fuckboys.

Bill almost cumes the second you take him in your mouth, moaning at the feeling of your warm tongue. He starts to move his hips a bit more forward, needing more. Moving one hand to grab your head, not taking control only holding you. You take more of him in your mouth while bobbing your head faster.

“OH GOD” he screams as you drag your one hand to his balls, squeezing them. That’s all it takes for Bill to cum.

Panting heavily while watching you swallow all of his cum.

“Mhm, baby, you taste so good” you moan at the taste of his salty cum. 

You give him a confused look as he leans forward, only to realize that he wants to wipe your tears away, that escaped your eyes. God, he’s just to sweet. 

You Stan back u, looking Bill directly in the eyes as you snap the band of your crimson red lace panties. Getting the hint Bill starts to slowly pull your panties down, seeing your wet pussy makes him hard again.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart” Bill says, not taking his eyes of your pussy.

His eyes move from your wet pussy to your face as you sit back down on his lap, your pussy now being directly over his dick. Bill can feel you dripping down on him, buckling his hips up, he needs to feel your tight pussy swallowing his dick.

You chuckle at his desperate state “Getting all hard again just from seeing my wet pussy. Oh you love the fact that you make me this wet, don’t you. Yes, only you’ve been able to make me this wet for the past 7 months.” you say, while you start to sink down on him.

He feels the tip of his dick entering your heat, throwing his head back at the feeling “Y-You mean for the past 10 months” he moans out, grabbing your hips to pull you faster down on his dick, letting out a silent scream as he bottoms out.

“Ahhh, god Bill” you moan out as  a reply “has it really been that long?” you clench around him.

“Y-Yeah” he stutters “and uh 13 days”. His face goes red at embarrassment, hoping that you think that he knows the exact date because of the accident that happened that day and not because he’s totally obsessed with you. 

You let out a laugh before unclasping your bra, not taking it off though. Bill knows what you want him to do. His hands leave your hips, shackling hands now reaching up to take your bra off.

SLAP

Bill looks at you shocked. You just slapped him. Ok, you just slapped his hands but you still slapped him. 

The puppy eyes he gives you almost make you feel bad but you can’t let that show.

“No hands, sweet boy” he gives you a confused look. No hands? How else is he suppose to get it off of you, maybe if he-oh. Then he realizes it. Putting his hands back on your hips, moving you a bit faster down his dick, he leans forward opening his mouth. You stare at him as he pulls the bra off of you with his teeth. You can tell that he tries to be really careful while doing it, probably scared that one wrong move will ruin your bra. It wouldn’t matter though, the set was only 3,000$.

The bra falls to the floor, moaning that your breasts are finally free.

“Can I-I touch them” your eyes snap to Bill at that question “please”

“What are you waiting for?”

Moving one hand to your left breast, rubbing your hard nipple. A loud moan leaves your mouth at the feeling, rocking your hips harder against his. Bill whimpers, he can feel his balls tightening and his dick twitch.

“OH SHIT! I’m cumming” he screams as his orgasm ripples through him.

Sitting up from his lap so his seeds only land on his trousers and the black marble floor.

You make quick work on rubbing your pussy till you cum. A loud moan leaves your mouth as you cum all over him.

Bill fall back against the coach, panting heavily while you get some wipes to clean you both up.

After your done cleaning you sit back down, this time only on one of his knees. “I guess you enjoyed it” you say, leaving soft kisses down his neck.

“Y-Yeah, I love when you-uhm you know do this-“ Bill tries to answer but he just can’t get his words out.

“When I do what?” you ask, sucking on his neck.

“I-WAIT STOP” Bill almost screams “No marks, nobody can know about this” you huff at that, walking over to the plush bed.

He doesn’t like seeing you like this but he just can’t be seen with marks. He’s not married or is he dating someone and everybody knows that.

There’s a heavy silence before Bill decides to break it “Uhm…how much do I have to pay you this time?”

“We’re not finished”

Normally he loves hearing that but not today “I’m sorry I can’t, I don’t have that much money on me right now”

“You know, a little birdie told me that last week was your birthday so let’s say this is a little present just for you. Now come here”

Bill moves over to you next to the bed. It’s true, last week was his birthday and his whole neighborhood celebrated. That’s why he didn’t come to the club to see you. God, did he wish he could have come to the club that day, a birthday blowjob from you would’ve been the best gift.

“You don’t have to, sweetheart. It’s not that important” he doesn’t want you to use your body again for someone else’s pleasure. He doesn’t know how may customers you have everyday and he doesn’t really want to know. Bill wishes he could be you only man.

“Shh shh shh, you’re important, you’re my favorite customer. That’s why we are gonna try something new”

He doesn’t know what makes him more nervous, that you want to try something new or the butterflies in his stomach as you said he’s your favorite customer.

“I’ve never showed you what pleasure can be made in this bed but now it’s time to show you” you say, unbuttoning his shirt.

It’s happening, Bill can’t believe it. How often he dreamed about doing something in this bed with you. He slightly turns his head to look at the bed. He wanted to have you in this bed since he first saw it.

a/n: part two will make a lot more sense. Tell me what you think of it. Love you guys❤️

[yanderelovlies]

What if s/o is a person who doesn't feel empathy and is horribly bitter, cold and very quiet with jack and other people but he has a friend and with him it's the opposite it's as if his "friend" were his sun his hope his Alegria always smiles with him in a genuine way and those things, in short, are the most important thing for s/o, so s/o treats Jack like…shit, I don't know how to explain it, he doesn't treat him badly and Jack is important to s/o, but he doesn't treat him very differently from the others either. people with him is friendly and usually makes small talk but he is also closed and very distant from jack since he does not know how to show affection (?) to someone other than his "lifelong friend of s/o" and parenting from her parents she wasn't the best and they kept her away from other people and for that reason alone she can't understand jack or know what he wants (but it's not because of his personality since his "friend" has a cheerful enthusiastic personality full of of energy) and he regrets it because he wants she and jack are closer and she just doesn't know how.

I don't know if this is happy anguish? but i know this is so long and confusing i'm so sorry something might be misspelled since english is not my main language i'm sorry again too you know you can ignore this take care and congratulations on 100 followers✨!

I think i get the concept of your request, but if I'm wrong and this isn't what you had in mind let me know and ill rewrite it.

Also thank you! I'm so happy we reached 100 i feel so loved

It has always been hard for you to be empathetic towards others. When you were younger you tried desperately to fit in with everyone else, but with your emotional block you couldn't. It bothered you when you were little, but as you got older you didn't mind it too much. Shaun was the only real friend you had and you didn't mind that you didn't need anymore friends.

Or so you thought until Sunny Day Jack just literally popped into your life. He is a very Happy-Go-Lucky kind of guy, and you weren't sure why but that made you upset. So the relationship started off pretty rocky. Everytime he tried to get close to you or be friendly to you, you would push him away or simply ignore him.

At first he tried to be patient, and understanding. It might have been very shocking to have some random guy pop into your life out of nowhere. However, if you just gave him a chance he would show you how good he can be for you! Since him just sitting there wasn't helping he decided to try harder. He started doing chores you didn't like, gave you compliments throughout the day,and  he started helping you in any way. Nothing worked though, and he couldn't figure it out! IT WAS DRIVING HIM CRAZY

You on the other hand were slowly starting to open up to him in your own little way. Since you were still unsure about your emotions, your attitude towards him never changed. You thought it was normal by now, and thought nothing of it. You would occasionally have normal conversation with you, but as soon as he started complimenting you or acting noce you fall back into what you're used to. You weren't sure what you were supposed to do, so you turned to the only person you could trust. Shaun.

Eventually with the help of Jack's near disappearance, and talking to Shaun you were able to sit down with Jack and explain everything to him. He listens to everything you have to say before speaking. Once you finish speaking he takes a deep breath, looks you in the eyes and apologizes. He was sorry that he didn't notice it sooner, and that you have gone this long without the help you needed.

Once the conversation is over he will urge you to seek a therapist. He WANTS you to be able to feel emotions, it makes him sad to see how zombie like you can be at times. However, if you don't feel comfortable going to one yet he will help you the best he can. He will explain emotions to you, and what it feels like to feel them. He explains it all in a child-like manner, but if you don't like it he will try his best  to change his wording.

No matter how long it will take he will be with you every step of the way. He loves you and can't wait for you to be able to feel that love…..and return it.

[demonfamilytherapist]

Hello! How are you? Can I request a mc who has lost her lifelong pet?

We recently had to put down my 17 year old dog, he was very sick, and watching him deteriorate every day was very painful, can I ask for some comfort with the brothers with mc in this process? It doesn't have to be with a specific animal.

It's ok if you don't want to do it! I hope you are doing great, thanks in advance. I apologize if something is misspelled, English is not my first language :(

I know this ask was sent a while ago now, but I am sorry for your loss. In all honesty, I’ve never had a pet, so I wasn’t sure exactly how it feels. But I understand pets are part of the family, so I wrote this with that in mind. I hope this is what you were looking for!

Tags/warnings: implied/mentioned animal death, grief, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic.

Demon Brothers Support MC Through Grieving a Pet

Mammon

Mammon thinks he's no good at comfort, but he tries anyway.

What he wants to do is distract you. It's instinct at this point. He causes trouble, he tries to drag you out to the casino or the club, he does anything to make you laugh - it's what he's always done, for centuries.

Emotional vulnerability isn’t something that comes naturally to Mammon. He’ll make the effort for you.

Mammon is an octopus hugger. It’s great for making you feel warm and safe when you need to cry it out or just hide away for a while.

Mammon will work hard to do whatever you need - he’ll hold you, he’ll be a shoulder for you to cry on, he’ll listen to you speak.

You’ll probably have to tell him what sort of comfort you want. Mammon can be good at comforting, he’s just... he gets nervous about fucking it up and when he gets nervous he tends to get loud.

He’ll be better for you if he knows what you need. First because he’ll do everything to make sure he gives you that, second because he won’t be buzzing with unfocused energy.

Mammon is also extremely patient. He doesn't know what a human timescale for 'grief' is, but he'll let you take all the time you need to feel like yourself again.

Mammon will drop the tsundere act while you're in pain. If you're hurting, he's more concerned with your feelings than his own pride.

Leviathan

As a pet owner himself, and having thought he’d lost Henry 1.0 forever, he has a good idea how you feel.

His nervousness holds him back at first - he’s so afraid he’ll say the wrong thing, make it worse, or make it all about him.

Levi will try to support you at a distance at first, offering you snacks and soft plush toys. Anything he can think of that made him feel better after Henry 1.0 escaped.

If you ask for him though, he’ll do his best for you.

His room is calming, with the soft blue light and the quiet bubbling of the aquarium. You could game or watch an anime if you wanted, but Levi doesn’t mind just sitting with you if that’s what you need.

Levi’s priority is making sure you don’t feel alone. None of his brothers really understood how he felt when Henry 1.0 left. At least he can be there for you.

Levi ought to give himself more credit, because when he's focused on someone else and not trapped inside his own head, he can be a great source of calm and strength.

It's the same sort of strength that gives others the faith to follow him into battle, but this time focused on uplifting you.

Beelzebub

Beel helps out with Cerberus, but he's not really close with Lucifer's three-headed dog. It just so happens that he's the only brother with the physical strength to walk him.

He may not fully understand a strong bond with a pet, but Beel understands loss. He understands the pain of losing a family member, one you grew up with.

Beel's go to methods of comfort are food and hugs. He'll do his best to make sure you're taken care of emotionally and physically. If you're not up to dinner at the table, he'll bring meals to your room.

He's not the most talkative, but he'll make sure you know you're not alone.

Beel will keep a close eye on your emotional state. He's more perceptive than many give him credit for. If he notices you're starting to withdraw, he'll do his best to try and help you feel comfortable again.

He may ask his brothers, especially Lucifer and Belphie, for advice on how best to support you. While he understands grief, he never really processed that grief, so he feels a bit unsure.

Mostly he just wants to hold you close through it all. His hugs are big, warm, and all-encompassing, and even if the pain is still there Beel makes it easier to sit with.

Asmodeus

Asmo’s goal is to make sure you take care of yourself. He’ll take on as much of the work as he has to, but for the rest he’ll support you.

If you’re struggling under the weight of grief, he’ll be the one making sure you still get a shower and brush your teeth. He’ll take care of your hair, your skin, as much as he can if you let him.

It’s not just about appearances. Asmo is aware of how feeling clean, refreshed, and keeping up with routines can help with mental health. It’s okay if you’re not feeling your best right now, but he’s determined to make sure you don’t feel any worse.

Asmo is fairly good at noticing when you’re feeling bad, but his solutions can range from the mundane to the out there. He’ll hold you close and offer self-care days, yes, but he might also want to try aromatherapy or massage oils.

At the very least, nothing he does will make you feel any worse. His attention is all on you and his heart is in the right place, so there's a good chance it'll cheer you up anyway, even if you do start to sneeze at some of the strong smells in your room now.

You may need to give him some more specific direction if you find yourself overwhelmed.

Asmo means well and he’s determined to help, but he feels a bit unsure of how to support you best, hence all the seemingly random things he tries.

Probably has looked up “ways to support grieving human” on Doogle at least once.

Satan

Satan acts like he knows what he’s doing.

In reality, he’s really unsure and nervous about how to support you.

He wants to be a solid source of strength for you. Satan wants you to be able to rely on him, so he tries to read all about human grief and losing pets. That way, he can face you with some ideas how to help properly.

Satan has lost some of the stray cats he’s found. Often literally - one day a cat is just gone from the alley he knew they lived in. Other times, he does find them, tries to give them a little funeral. He has some experience, but it’s different - he didn’t grow up with any of these cats, didn't have a pet that was a constant for his long life.

Satan might come off as a little robotic in his support. He’s sincere, but talking is so hard… He’s a born demon, after all, comfort doesn’t come naturally to him. This is another thing for him to learn.

He’ll hold your hand, read to you to distract you and offer some calm, he’ll offer to listen if you need to get your grief off your chest.

Satan does his best to be a calming presence, a solid rock you can lean against. He’ll be there for you for as long as you need.

Belphegor

Belphie feels pretty helpless, and a helpless Belphie is a frustrated Belphie.

But Belphie is smart enough to know he can’t be frustrated around you right now, so he leaves you in Beel’s care for a bit while he calms down and tries to figure out what he can do to help.

Belphie thinks his main strength lies in being able to give you a good night’s sleep. There’ll be no restless nights for you, no tossing and turning. Being tired on top of everything else will make you feel worse, right? So he can help with that.

And that’s important, but he also just has a very calming, sleepy presence.

The very air seems to relax as he walks into a room. He exudes a sleepiness and laziness that’s infectious - makes sense, given his role is to tempt people into his sin.

What it does now is keep the grief that wants to pull you under at bay just enough for you to process it instead of drown in it.

It helps keep you grounded when you’re really upset, helps you keep breathing when all you want to do is scream.

Belphie doesn’t seem to understand that just being near you can have such an effect, but if you like having him around, he’ll never leave.

Lucifer

Uses his influence to get you a few days off RAD.

Lucifer is quite practical at first - he makes sure you're still eating, still taking care of yourself, more or less getting enough sleep. He does his best to be gentle, but he'll insist if he has to.

If you struggle to sleep, he'll offer to stay with you, or for you to stay in his bed. He's even got a few cursed records (safe!) that can assist with sleep and some non-poisonous teas.

He'll get you whatever food you want, even if it's from the human world.

Cerberus may be a guard dog, but Lucifer does love him - he's lucky to have a pet as long-lived as he is, and it's not until now that he realises that.

Lucifer hasn't tried to be of gentle comfort for a long time. Mostly he leaves that job to his brothers, trusting them to support each other while he steers them away from danger.

For you, he finds himself making the time to check in on you constantly.

Lucifer has a tendency to default to the comfort he offered his brothers back in the Celestial Realm. It may feel like he's coddling you, but that's only because he's trying to remember what he did when Mammon got really upset as a child.

Lucifer doesn't show his softer side often, but he doesn't mind if you see. He'll stay by your side while you work through your grief.