#exclamation point my beloved

[miiints-repostiory]

PRETTY PEOPLEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gala gala gala stuff!! my goal is to draw as many ppl in the thread as possible so no colors for you! if i colored all of this it would be hell! its also more loose for this reason!

from top to bottom and right to left, we have:

@beartitled's adventure line; friendship? 👉👈

@kirchefuchs' stan and narry; THEYRE SO!!

@amarieth's narry; dont be shy! this gala's for everyone :D! i couldnt tell if the stripeys were a texture or a pattern, so i went with pattern

@heavensstar's GORGEUS KING HELLO??? im, love he?? me when me when HE?? heem.

and @rosieemms' narry; he is so very handsome! unfortunately for Aesop tho lol; ive worn like this exact outfit before!! it made me feel very gender

alright back to drawing! bye byeee

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Google search for how to make myself seem more chill and casual when showing affection and the only result is just the word lol

[hpdfag]

i need to ramble hold on. spawns in a cut so that people dont get blasted by unfiltered posting on their dash. i feel the need to disclaim that im only like 50% lucid right now so this might be disorganized or complete word salad i can't really tell right now

i love him so much it feels like it's consuming me from the inside out. i don't want to do anything that isn't for him. the only reason i haven't quit my job is because i want to make him proud of me. even playing games makes me guilty, because i know it's not with him. i married harvey in stardew. i ate the stardrop for getting 12 hearts as i kissed him. the taste reminded me of hinata. it's a strange irony.

this false body feels like it's trapping me, keeping me from achieving my true metamorphosis. there are streetlights glimmering in the distance. as i try to move towards them they always fade away. the morning will come in 7 hours and 43 minutes and the sun will rise and it won't blind me awake. i'm not reverent enough.

i should pray. not to jesus, not to any other false prophet. i should pray to Him. maybe that will bring me salvation? maybe that will free me from this hell? maybe it happened because i was unworthy of being one of his trusted apostles. if i was as holy as he was it would have been different, i would still have been beneath him but i would have served my divine purpose as his servant.

but that's not important. i dont think. im jor sure. i hate it. i hate Him. i feel like i should Worship him. there's a certain something i still havent fixed a glitch in my code i need ocean breeze summer sun beach sand shining brilliance he's perfect i need him i need warm sun and dry land i need to be with him on the floor i need to hold him i need need need need need need need.

more than air more than food more than clean clothes more than water more than anything else more than i need this terrible mortal life i need to become worthy for him of his love of his care of his touch i wont deny that i selfishly want him to hold me and touch me even though im unworthy even though im no more than dirt beneath him i desire him so deeply

[advancement-made]

hm... you sure you arent projecting? something tells me youre projecting.

Well, technically, that wasn't me. And she was stupid, too.

[war-causing-interrobang]

MAH BOI This Spaghetti Pingas Luigi! Gay!

YOUR CODE TASTES LIKE MLG DORITIOS & 7UP BTW

[dahul-conlang]

getting paralyzed with fear after i hit send on that ask. very silly. but yes dahul is already very cool. absolutely love the use of "carry" in that sense. and your interesting posts blog is also frankly incredible. we need more central places to see all the cool stuff everyone else is doing. thank you so much for spinning up and running that.

I overthought my response for like three hours, silly anxious times for everyone

I'm delighted that anyone is enjoying either conlang blog! I'm open to suggestions too, if anyone knows more conlang blogs I could follow for the interesting conlang blog!

[bitterpngs]

Hope your weeks going ok! What are your favourite S T S G au's ?

thank you anon <33333 i got some work done on my essay yesterday so i’m happy :] will try to continue today if i can

hmmm favorite AUs?? aahh there are so many good ones. i’ll list some that come to mind.

time loop and time travel aus!!! band aus, canon divergent, modern/no power aus (like hs/college or at some job or other typical settings), something with horror, ummm… angel/devil, vampire/vampire hunter.. fantasy… hmmm. that’s all i can think of rn, tho ik there’s a lot more. i really like aus in general tbh. i think it’s fun placing characters in different kinds of settings and situations :3

[sneakyfox55]

IN THE CLEAR YET

IN

THE

CLEAR

YET

GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lurkinginnernarrator]

“Shen Qingqiu! What is this nonsense about Qing Jing requisitioning a disguise for one of its members?! You would dare send one of your little disciples trussed up like a pretty young mistress! Even I thought you better than”–

Qi Qingqi’s voice cut off on an extremely strangled note. She and the other Peak Lords all seemed unable to capture an ounce of oxygen.

Cang Qiong’s finest were gathered in a elegant war room, massive tables shoved to the side, covered with maps and intelligence reports: A mind-numbing amount of information scattered across sheaves of paper and neatly written on large boards; they spanned the walls not open to the serene nature of Qing Jing’s outdoors.

The murmuring of focused and purposeful Qing Jing disciples hushed at Qi Qingqi’s outraged exclamation and the sudden appearance of a majority of their shibo.

In the midst of the room, Shen Qingqiu stood, hands frozen in the action of sheathing a dagger to his inner thigh. While normally, such a sight would be arresting enough, it paled in comparison to the vision Qing Jing’s Lord made currently.

His eyes caught wide and surprised were rimmed with coal and rouge, claret lips parted infinitesimally. Gentle strands of hair framed his face and cascaded down his curved back. Hair ornaments tinkled and glittered in the silken black waves.

Delicate, airy robes flirted with graceful wrists, red lacquered nails making a pleasing contrast. Carmine and the tones of blushing rose danced about Shen Qingqiu, gentle fabric draping from his shapely frame; soft skin of his collarbones an–and the rounded mound of his, hi-his bust? Exposed. As was the refined line of sinewy thigh.

S-sshink!

Shen Qingqiu’s hand leaves the handle of the blade, nebulous skirts falling back into place, his pale thighs veiled from sight once more.

“Qi-shimei, Liu-shidi, Zhangmen-shixiong?”– Shen Qingqiu's eyes quickly take in the numerous uninvited visitors, yet his lilting voice doesn’t quicken from its whiplike cadence –”To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from Yue-shixiong and my shidimen?”

For some unknowable reason, Sect Master Yue and the Bai Zhan War God forsook courtesy for silence.

“Rather, to what does this Master owe my beloved sect siblings appearance,” the polished voice drawled, “ whose purpose is no doubt to meddle in the affairs of a Qing Jing operation? Without, may I add, any proper knowledge of the purpose of this operation to begin with?”

Mu Qingfang, who to this point was standing unobtrusively to the side, stepped forward, courteously greeting the Maste– Lady? Of Qing Jing.

His fellow peak lords prayed blessings, to be gifted such a level headed martial brother!

“These shidi apologize for the discourtesy, Shen-shixiong.” Mu Qingfang’s voice may have hesitated, or stuttered, and almost uttered ‘shijie’ but no one noticed because they were too caught up in their own lawless thoughts.

A Qing Jing disciple helpfully handed Shen Qinqqiu a fan. With a crack! It met his open palm, a gavel descrying doom.

Haloed in light, the Qing Jing Master stood like a wrathful goddess, a holy judge tired of the sullying presence of mortals.

Qing Jing’s Master, when garbed in his usual attire, was a sharp, intimidating figure. Graceful in his execution of masculinity, not unlike a dagger. Moreso, then, donning the mantle of femininity. Some intangible attributes changed, that when masculine, repelled, yet when feminine compelled. Those certain peak lords were unprepared to handle such a thing.

Shen Qingqiu tsked, turning his back he subsequently ignored them after hand-waving a disciple into acting as the hospitality.

The wrong-footed peak lords were bundled off to the side and laden with tea and light victuals, being appeased into silence and unobtrusiveness by snacks. If some of the scholarly disciples secretly thought of it as the kiddie table, that's for them to know, isn’t it?

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Yes! You get 100 free articles a month! You should also 100% check out your local library, which probably has subscriptions to some scholarly journals and can also help you get access to all sorts of other materials! Like maybe Life in Copper Age Britain, which details the arrival of the Bell Beaker people in the British Isles.

Your local library is also a great place to go if you need help with the research process! They can help you figure out what kinds of resources are best for your needs.

-Reid

I've been inspired by haraldr halfdan's archeological minecraft builds series on youtube and want to do the same in the terrafirmacraft mod, do you know of any cool (preferably small) copper age sites to get me started?

Unfortunately, the copper age (chalcolithic) is very far out of my realm of expertise as a historical/contemporary archaeologist working in North America. If you wanted to know about the Old Copper Culture, I could maybe tell you a little bit about that, but not much more than wikipedia. Same thing for the copper age.

I would direct you to do some research on your own. Google is fine, although the results from that search engine are increasingly shit, so maybe go with something like Duck Duck Go. The Smithsonian Magazine has some good articles, and you can also check @jstor and Google Scholar for scholarly articles.

@minecraft-inspo, any thoughts?

-Reid

[medu-nefer]

everyone was doing this with their native languages so i thought i'd give it a try too 💀

OG → translated

Apologies, but I'm busy. You'll have to come back later. → Apologies, but I'm busy. Please come back later.

[but it's a form you'd use when speaking to a colleague at least, definitely not a stranger - i work at a pharmacy and i would never address a patient this way. If you want to be polite, you'll say "proszę wrócić później"]

I think I've waited long enough. → I think I waited too long.

Hello, my beloved phantom.

Have you come again to haunt me? → Have you come again to scare me?

[💀💀]

Haunt you? → Scare?

[What did you do to him, polish runaan's phantom 😭]

I see you everywhere.

Hear your voice when you aren't there. But I am begging you, Runaan, leave me be. → I hear your voice when you aren't there, but I'm begging you, Runaan, leave me.

[not leave him be, as in peace. just leave him. like you could leave a sandwich on your desk]

Let me let you go. → Let me let you out.

[go runaan, be wild 😌😌]

But I made you a promise. → I made you a promise.

And I long to make peace with its breaking.

It's not broken, Ethari. My promise, I've kept it. → I didn't break it, Ethari. I kept my promise.

[he says it more like "i kept my...... promise"]

It's me. I'm home. → It's me, I came back.

My heart.

My heart.

[we did get an exclamation point though 👀]

[hoechlinanddylan]

SDCC IWTV signing experience:

- The “Mayfair Witches” cast was beautifully chaotic and their personalities themselves made me want to watch the show. They also drew all over my poster of Alex Daddario since she wasn’t there which was hilarious.

- Delainey Hayles was sweet and lovely and I’m so glad I got to tell her she was amazing in season 2. “Did you truly enjoy it?” Beloved…it’s all I can talk about.

- Assad Zaman: maybe the kindest man I ever met. Immediately shook my hand and introduced himself, clocked my xmen shirt and then started talking about Xmen97 and how he loved Nightcrawler. I told him he could totally play him and he got super excited.

- Sam Reid……gonna be honest: I may have blacked out because he was so beautiful. But he asked my name, that I remember, and added an exclamation point:

[S: “Are you and the girl who just left friends?”

Me: “No we just met 5 minutes ago but yeah now we’re best friends”

S: *laughs*

Me: *dies*]

He asked if I was going to the panel afterwards which sadly I wasn’t because I was tight on time as it was and he was like “Well, we met now so that’s all that matters. Everything shown comes out immediately anyways!” Thanks, Sam lol

[unpopulargoose]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WX MY BELOVED!!!!! a day to be praised!! to be loved!! more than you already are lmao

anyway! heres almost 15 hours of work (not including the approximate hour it took to write the image description)

i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i love th-

Image description under the cut

[Image description: A three page comic of WX-78 and Wormwood from Don’t Starve Together. WX-78 is an automaton. Their arms, torso, and legs are brown and segmented. The rest of their body is orange. Their chest has a compartment on it. They have sleeve-like shoulders and boot-like feet. Their hands resemble gloves. Their face plate separate from the rest of their head. There are bolts on either side of their head to look like ears. Wormwood is a plant man with yellow vines making up his body. His head is shaped like a cornucopia with a singular leaf at the top of it. He has a jagged smile. He has a large green gem on his chest. He has green leaves sprouting from his neck like a collar. He has leaves sprouting out of his wrists to act as hands and leaves sprouting from his ankles to act as feet. WX speaks in all caps with a black rectangular speech bubble with yellow text. Wormwood has a light green circular bubble with green text. First page transcript: In the first panel Wormwood is covering WX’s eyes. WX: "Are we almost there?" Wormwood: "Mhm!" In the second panel, Wormwood removed his hands from WX’s eyes. WX is squinting. There is a small “blink blink” next to their head. Wormwood: "Tada!!" In the third panel, WX’s eyes widen and they are blushing and yellow pupils appear in their eye sockets. Wormwood’s hands are on WX’s shoulders. The fourth panel is a scene of a table surrounded by trees, grass, and a berry bush. On the table is a birthday cake, a pink present, a red robot, and a triangular terrarium with two robot eyes in it. Next to the table is a flying robot named Jimmy. In the fifth panel, Jimmy turned to face WX. The robot eyes moved around in the terrarium. Jimmy: "Beep beep!" Wormwood: "Your friends here too!" In the sixth panel, WX's eye lids are lowered and they are still blushing. WX: "Wormwood..." Second page transcript: In the first panel, Wormwood is walking towards the table as WX watches him. WX: "Did you do all of this?" In the second panel, Wormwood is at the table grabbing something. Wormwood: "Friends helped!" In the third panel, Wormwood is holding up the pink present with a big smile. Wormwood: "Look!" In the fourth panel, Wormwood is holding the present out to WX who is blushing again. The background is now pinkish-purple with bubbles. Wormwood: "Happy birthday!!" In the fifth panel, Wormwood clasps his hands together and is smiling. There are sparkles around him. Wormwood: "Open it!" In the sixth panel, WX opens the gift and is wide-eyed. Their pupils show up again and they're blushing harder. There are two exclamation points next to their head. In the seventh panel WX is reaching into the gift. Third page transcript: In the first panel, WX is staring at the gift in their hand. The gift is purposefully obscured. The second panel has both WX and Wormwood as Wormwood excitedly stares at WX. He is now blushing. Wormwood: "You like it?" In the third panel, WX looks at Wormwood. In the fourth panel, WX leans onto Wormwood who is blushing harder now and looks surprised. There are two exclamation marks next to his head. In the fifth panel we see the gift in WX's hand. It is a small wooden carved figure of the two of them. WX: "I love it." End is written in the bottom right of the panel.

[aluria-sevhex]

so now i'm in Act 3 i guess

notes:

-methinks Siffrin is panicking

-plot twist: you can't escape the time loop until you deal with your... ???

-no you little bitch don't pretend everything's fine that's not good for your mental health

-YOU *KNEW* THIS WOULD HAPPEN??? FUCK YOU LOOP

-i'm not giving up you little shit

-ok Loop what IS your deal. you *asked* to be here???

-ok i need to help Mira with her mysterious papers

-:O A HINT AT ODILE'S FIELD OF STUDY

-the music is more unnerving than it was in Act 2. also it sounds glitchy now

-oh it's normal now. was i just suffering from an actual audio glitch and just. didn't question it? like "oh yeah ofc it's glitching things are fucked now"

-...that enemy didn't spawn down here in Act 2.

-eh ima get off for the night

-late in the evening on July 4th and i am back yippee this is probably a bad idea considering how long my play sessions get

-YEAH THE TITLE MUSIC MY BELOVED

-ok i can't help Bonnie on this loop- HOLD UP. DID SIF'S ART CHANGE IN THE MENUS? YEAH HE'S NOT SMUG ANYMORE ToT also i think their profile used to say "It's you!" with an exclamation point but now it says "It's you." with a period :(

-rip my darling blorbo Paper α V

-side note: idk if i've mentionwd this before but i like how the levels, stats, and skills all show the fact that you're near the end of the journey (ex. Odile having Rock, Paper, and Scissors III at the start)

-I FOUND THE BOOK BONNIE WAS LOOKING AT.

hmmm... death rituals...

-hehe i found the stostorage roomoom

-NONE OF THESE BARRELS WILL LEMME TAKE THE NUTS >:(

-another book in the headache-inducing language i can't read.

-weird shit going on: Siffrin, Loop, the King, the disappearing island, the headache-inducing shit

-hehehe yeah Isa i'm sure you'd *love* to pet your taciturn hopeful-future-partner

-it's not just the menu art i think Siffrin's battle art is also less happy. :(

-HOLD UP. also! Siffrin's profile used to call them the Traveler but now he's called the Wanderer. :(

-hehe. Sif hit the counter and said nya again. cat Sif

-this enemy ALSO did not spawn on this floor before. fucking giant hand thing

-ok thinking: can't help Isa until i've helped everybody else in one loop, can't help Bonnie on this loop and i need to prove i know them via their favorite foods, need to help Mira and Odile...

-thank you Loop for being available- OH I CAN BRING UP THE SADNESSES BEING DIFFERENT :O

-ok need to help Mira with the papers. some are in her dorm. Odile wants to read a familytale. i'll have to find one in the library or secret library. need to find out Bonnie's favorite foods by trying different ones. maybe i should loop forward a bunch to different areas, find out their favorite foods, and THEN do the big loop where i help everybody!

-i need to talk to the King eventually

-looping forward to Floor 1's end

-fun fact i'm keeping track of all my causes of death in another note. i'll share it when i finish the game

-man i also need to figure out how to help Mira's fan and remember where the last book issue is...

-the looping screen art is nice :]

-yeah yeah i need to beat this asshole to get to the snacks

-hold up. the coin fell on heads this time. strange...

-last time i picked plantain chips. this time i'm picking cookies. would probably be good to check what Bonnie eats each time

-ok they like rice. time to loop forward!

-while i'm on Floor 2 i might as well find a familytale for Odile...

-LOOP 24? THE MATH DOES NOT CHECK OUT.

-WAIT THE GAME ACKNOWLEDGES IT. HUH. YEAH I SHOULD BE ON 23. SIFFRIN IS SUS 𐐘

-fuck. i accidentally moved forwards when i meant to go to the library. it's fine i'l help her when i help everybody

-oh great i have to fight these assholes again.

-fuck. i think i fucked up and didn't make sure Mira had Pretty Moving Cure. i might get a game over.

-this is by far my dumbest death

-LOOP 27??? I WENT FROM 24-27

-gonna try to be less liberal with loop usage because the skipping is kinda scaring me

-aw... Siffrin's friends try not to touch him as they squeeze through that's nice... wait. he seems to not be remembering why. did he forget that they don't like being touched... maybe. maybe i should call Loop.

-well that was unhelpful

-time to adjust the memories i have equipped. welcome back my lovely scrimbly blorbos Lovely Moving Cure and Paper α V

-hm. ok so the boulanger in Dormont has a familytale...

-oh my god we're discussing colors. what happened to them.

-THEY STILL EXIST. BUT WE FORGOT HOW TO SEE THEM. ???

-*SIFFRIN*. HOW IS THIS FAMILIAR. JFC YOU ARE SUS

-plot twist! Siffrin is from our world and forgor that he got isekai'd! :P (i love making random bullshit predictions it's very entertaining)

-oh yeah so RE: Siffrin's altered art: Sif's time-frozen portrait used to look panicked but now it looks calm

-hehe openphrase123 worked

-love Sif's habit of picking up random shiny shit. magpie or crow behavior.

-oh? Siffrin didn't always hate croissants?

...bruh.

-also damn shout-out to Mira's crisis over not knowing some of the people

-the combination of Siffrin's silly attack names and serious battle portraits feels so *wrong*

-:o Sif learned a new skill

-ok i'm gonna log off for the night

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

bruh when i was making this post i accidentslly pasted the notes again there instead of pasting the tag name. that truly was. delightful. to go through and delete it all

also shout-out to those of you who i keep seeing popping up in my notifs liking these posts ;) and also anybody who takes the time to read all this stuff :D i know that *i* like seeing other people's reactions when they experience stuff i like for the first time so i'm very happy to provide that for others! also it's nice to see some of the responses ^-^ :D

[sugaredoleander]

i just took my final ancient greek exam of the semester yesterday and have been avoiding studying for my microbiology exam all day. so let's talk about these three devastating lines from anne carson's translation of herakles

and by talk about i mostly mean here's a bunch of different translations

Ἡρακλῆς μαινόμενος - Herakles by Euripides, lines 1398-1400

c. 416 BC.

original text in Ancient Greek via the Perseus Digital Library

Euripides. The Complete Greek Drama, edited by Whitney J. Oates and Eugene O'Neill, Jr. in two volumes. 1. Heracles, translated by E. P. Coleridge. New York. Random House. 1938.

Herakles translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (pg 81-82) 2006

Internet Archive

H of H playbook by Anne Carson (not a direct translation but a reimagining of Herakles, 2021)

Euripides: Herakles, translated by Tom Sleigh, Oxford University Press, 2001

Ian C. Johnston, 2020

Heracles, translated by William Arrowsmith, from Euripides III: Heracles, the Trojan Women, Iphigenia Among the Taurians, Ion (The Complete Greek Tragedies - Euripides III, University of Chicago Press, 2013 (Arrowsmith's translation itself is from 1956)

my own translation with notes under the cut

* everywhere that I have used [] I have inserted a word that does not technically appear in the original text.

Theseus Stop! Give [your] hand [to me], [your] servant [and] friend. 

*more literally: Stop! Give [your] hand to a servant/helper [and] friend.

* Ancient Greek uses different punctuation, though the : symbol is used roughly the same way as it is in English and exclamation points are not used, verb conjugation in English does not differentiate the imperative mood, which παῦσαι (sg.2.aor.imperat.med-pass) is in, and often the way we show imperative mood in written English is with an exclamation point. 

-The word δίδου (sg.2.praes.imperat.act.) is also imperative. 

-παῦσαι is said in reference to Herakles’ earlier lines, lamenting his - well, the plot of Herakles.

* The particle δὲ has been omitted from the translation. It’s usually translated as but, and, or then. 

* The possessive pronoun your - σός - does not appear but is implied.

* χεῖρ᾽ is the short version of χειρός - hand

* ὑπηρέτῃ φίλῳ are both nouns in dative, here answering the question to whom? The word and - καί - does not appear between the two, likely because poetic language. The word ὑπηρέτῃ can also mean rower, an underling, servant, attendant, assistant, and is often translated here as helper. The word φίλῳ is a form of φίλος - friend, loved, beloved, dear

Herakles No, lest I wipe off blood on your garments.

* Word order changed slightly. The first word is ἀλλ᾽ - poetically shortened version of ἀλλά - usually translated as but, however, here: lest.

* ἐξομόρξωμαι (sg.1.aor.med-pass.) means wipe off or wipe away, but stain is, in my opinion, not an inaccurate translation in regards to the meaning conveyed.

* πέπλοις means any woven cloth, here usually translated as garments, robes or clothes. 

* αἷμα means blood and is grammatically either nominative or accusative, probably accusative, μὴ means not and σοῖς is a second person possessive pronoun in plural dative.

Theseus Wipe it off, spare naught: I [do] not refuse [you].

* ἔκμασσε (sg.2.praes.imperat.act.) - wipe it off - is imperative again, so is φείδου (sg.2.praes.imperat.med-pass.) - spare.

* μηδέν I translated as naught as in nothing, οὐκ means not

* ἀναίνομαι is in sg.1.praes.ind. - so present tense would be the most literal translation, ie. I do not refuse you, but the meaning might best be conveyed in English with the use of future tense, ie. I will not refuse you. The word can also mean reject, deny, renounce and disown, or be ashamed. Possible other translations: I don’t deny you; I won’t reject you; I am not ashamed; I won’t renounce you.)

That's all on Herakles, the rest is me rambling about Ancient Greek grammar for interested parties (mostly myself). If I could put a second cut here, I would.

Some further notes on the grammatical cases and verb conjugation. You'll have noticed that I've followed verbs with parentheses with some abbreviations. I'll break those down a little for those not in the know: unlike English, Ancient Greek has different endings to denote the person in verb conjugation - 1.sg being first person singular as in I, and so on with 2.sg - you, 3.sg he/she/singular they, 1.pl - we, 2.pl - plural you, 3.pl - plural they. There's also technically an extant dual form in some texts (when speaking of a pair of two) but it's rare. Ancient Greek conjugation also varies a lot by the temporal tense, the ancient greek times are present (praesens - praes.), future (futurum and futurum III), imperfect (imperfectum), strong and weak aorist (aor. - this one doesn't exist in any modern languages and is a bit of a jeremy bearimy but is usually translated as either present or past, depending on the context), perfect (perfectum), and pluperfect (pluscuamperfectum) - all of these except imperfect and pluperfect (which only have indicative forms) then have various forms - indicative (ind.), infinitive (inf.), imperative (imperat.), optative (opt.) and conjunctive (coni.). Verbs also have an active (act.) and middle and passive or active and mediopassive (med-pass.) form, except some verbs only have mediopassive versions and are thus translated as either active or mediopassive depending on the context. This is as complicated (and fun!) as it sounds. (editors note: the fun! was not sarcastic - i am a medstudent who hasn't had to take two semesters worth of classes on this, nor do i have to keep taking ancient greek next semester but i'm going to)

Nouns in Ancient Greek also have grammatical cases, nominative, genitive, dative, accusative and vocative, as do adjectives. They also have genders, and adjectives of course have positive, comparative and superlative (good, better, best) forms.

Ancient Greek also uses a lot of participles, which is like a noun-ified verb. Participles are also a concept in English, just - a lot simpler in English, and also I think in English a participle is a verb that has some characteristics of an adjective or noun, whereas in Ancient Greek participles and verbal adjectives are separate concepts. Participles are derived from verbs and have the same grammatical cases as nouns, nominative, genitive, dative, accusative and vocative, and singular and plural versions, and have three genders, masc., fem. and neut. - they also have active and mediopassive forms, and differ based on the temporal conjugation of the verb, retaining its augment, reduplication, characteristic added letters (for example σ in the future tense, and θη + σ in the passive future) or lack thereof, also they can have different endings or roots based on the tense. So, yeah, "conjugate and translate this verb in part.fut.pass.sg.masc.gen. and II aor.part.act.sg.acc.fem." is what a test question might look like at my level of studying ancient greek.

Sentence constructions also differ from English, some of the most common ones are AcI, NcI, genitivus absolutus. accusativus duplex and nominativus duplex. They also will often skip words (particularly the verb to be they often deemed unnecessary) and poetic language is its own can of worms with its own theoretical dialects and prosody.

All of this is like, barely scratching the surface, there's also a bunch of different dialects, stuff varies by era, all of the noun cases have like, a Bunch of different uses, and it's all terribly interesting.

[starstruckodysseys]

"Where's your god now?" for the prompt game!

lake teens my beloved !! been a minute since i wrote them. this is um. definitely a thing i’ve written

Marshall is not a terrifying person. The first time Carson met him — properly, that is, not just staring across their shared math classroom — he was having a panic attack. It’s a little hard to be afraid after that.

Now, though. Now, there’s a glint in his eyes, bright and wicked, as he stares Carson down from across the room. Carson is being… very normal about this fact. Definitely. The sheer confidence — arrogance, really — Marshall has isn’t doing a single thing for him. Totally not.

In unrelated news, he kind of gets the whole Socrates gets on his knees thing.

“Marsh, I swear to God!” Kirsten swears next to him, reminding him that oh, yeah, the rest of his friends are here. He pointedly doesn’t look over at Jenny — he doesn’t need to see her expression. It’s not going to be good for him.

“Say your prayers, Kirs,” Marshall says without taking his eyes off Carson, which does make things a little confusing, actually, but Carson currently has other priorities. “Where’s your god now?”

Carson watches his lips form the words, curled into a sharp, acidic grin that he can’t tear his eyes from, even if it might slowly be poisoning him. It’s almost enough to make him miss the plus four Marshall lays in the center of the circle.

Kirsten groans, loud and overdramatic, as she reaches for the draw pile, adding another four cards to her already impressive collection. Jenny fully reaches across Carson to pat her shoulder, which he’s definitely going to make fun of her for later, but he can’t really process it over… whatever just happened.

“I’m going to kill you,” Kirsten mutters, shuffling her hand around. “Your blood is going to be on my hands.”

Marshall laughs, already back to his usual demeanor. “You can try. Carson’ll protect me.”

The girls both look at him in terrifying synchronicity, and he just blinks. Marshall watches him curiously, head tilted, but that ever present teasing gleam is still in his eyes, and one corner of his mouth lifts when he notices Carson looking back. As if he’s ever been capable of looking away.

“Right,” he says, voice strained, and he coughs over the sound of Jenny’s laughter. “Yeah. Anytime. Um. Wanna pick a color?”

“Red,” Marshall returns easily.

Oh. Perfect.

Carson studies the other boy for a moment, long enough it might be concerning and focused enough he nearly misses the look Kirsten sends across the circle to Jenny, and feels his own lips form into a grin. Casually, calmly, he places down his final card — a red seven.

Kirsten throws her entire pile of cards down on the floor. Jenny fully flops backwards with a groan. Marshall just stares like he can’t believe it, blank and wide eyed.

Carson leans forward — sue him, he’s feeling cocky — right into Marshall’s space. “What do I get for winning, mighty one?”

Marshall blinks, then smirks, leans even closer, to the point Carson has a moment of holy shit this is happening, followed by several confused exclamation points. He closes his eyes just in time to feel something cold and plasticky touch his lips, and he opens them to see Marshall holding a blue reverse to his mouth, eyes bright with mischief.

“Maybe later, golden boy,” he says lowly, which does something funny to Carson’s insides.

“Get a fucking room!” Jenny shouts from the floor, and Carson almost forgets the entire interaction in favor of kicking her in the chest — affectionately, of course.

Almost.

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